Classroom of the elite | The path that leads to nothingness - OC

Introductions

I barely made my way to the classroom after parting with Horikita. I at first found myself at the center of the glances of my classmates, but from their expressions, I could make out that they were staring at me not because they recognized me, but because of how pathetic, miserable, and pitiful I looked. 

Ignoring their glances I made my way to the seat with my nameplate on it and sat down. After breathing a sigh of relief I placed my chin on my hands and closed my eyes, letting the voices of my classmates flow into my brain so I could learn more about how a normal student is supposed to function.

Did you watch that show on TV last night? 

Oh, you mean 'that' show? Yeah! I loved it!

So, what were you like in high school?

What sports do you play?

I can play about any sport, I was the best at soccer tho!

Hey, what do you think happened to that boy at the corner? Mother fucker looks miserable 

I know right? Bro looks like he came out of a war. 

You know, I saw him with some hot chick outside the gate, she was even holding his hand!

Are we talking HOT HOT?!

Oh absolutely, we talking hot as the sun type of HOT HOT!

After listening to a few chit-chats between newly made friends and some commentary on how other people viewed me, I realized that the conversation between these students wasn't quite helpful because they didn't teach me how to be normal, but rather how to stand out. 

Some act pridefully without the capabilities to back it up, some act narcissism with the ability to prove it. Some appear joyful with the intent of making friends, others with the intent of making an audience. This class was miserable, only adding to the theory I had beforehand. 

"Hey, that's the hot chick I was talking about!" 

A sharp noise suddenly cut through the chatter of the classroom, plunging it into an eerie silence. Some fell quiet, unsettled by the disturbing sentence that lingered in the air, others by the undeniable beauty of Horikita Suzune as she entered the room. But what really stole their attention was the presence of a figure they had never seen before—an entity that exuded something far darker.

It was the boy who had been smoking outside the school. He walked beside Horikita, whose slightly reddened eyes—barely noticeable—hinted at something beneath her stoic expression. Horikita's posture was impeccable, her back straight, her face composed with a kind of restrained pride that commanded respect without effort.

In contrast, the boy moved like a shadow at her side, his presence powerful yet unsettling. His broad shoulders hunched slightly as if weighed down by invisible burdens, yet every step he took was deliberate, heavy with the quiet strength of someone who had seen more than he cared to share. His face was unreadable, cold, and distant, yet there was an air about him that made it clear he wasn't someone to be trifled with. A smoldering intensity radiated from him as if the darkness clinging to him could crush anyone who dared to challenge him. The boy had a thick beard which only made him appear even more intimidating. 

Where Horikita stood tall, calm, and controlled, the boy seemed to carry the weight of something far more destructive. Together, they walked into the room like day and night—her with an air of quiet confidence, and him, a silent storm brewing just beneath the surface.

And yet, despite their stark differences, it was hard to ignore the strange closeness between them. As if these two forces—so different in their nature, one light and composed the other dark and brooding—were somehow bound together, pulled into each other's orbit. They were like opposites, destined to collide, yet they moved in perfect sync, two sides of the same coin.