Reaction Y2: Classroom of the Elite

Home Sweet Home (Y0 V0)

Colour. Colour spreading through my view.
The first thing I took memory of was the colour white, equally spread over the surface.

"Huh? Is that Ayanokoji-kun?"

"Huh? Ayanokoji-sempai? Finally I'll fucking know what his childhood was like." a battered but thoroughly pleased Hosen said.

Everyone quickly sat up straight and stared at the screen, not missing a thing.

Just like how it was named "White" Room, this facility's underlying tone is white. The ceiling is no exception to this either. My first memory was that I was there, staring up at the completely white ceiling.

"Huh? He's in a facility and not a hospital?", asked the curious Horikita.

At the name of the facility, Ichinose looked up to the screen.

"White Room huh...."

"Is something bothering you Honami-chan?" asked the worried Amikura.

"No no, it's nothing...."

Every day, every day, I passed time just staring at that white ceiling.

First I cried, I cried because I was lonely, but I eventually learned that no one would come to save me.

"Where the heck even are you, Ayanokoji? This doesn't look like a normal place to me." said Ishizaki, peering over peoples heads to look at him.

"Yo, that's some pretty deep words Ayanokoji." commented Ike, "But what do you mean no one would come to save you? Where are your parents?"

"What even is a parent?", thought Ayanokoji.

Human beings have feelings of joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure.

However, none of these emotions are of much use in this facility.

My yet undeveloped brain learned this at a very early stage.

It's understandable.

Even if I laughed, or cried, was angry or sad, the teachers never came to help.

"It's the teachers again! So that means you lived in the same place as that Yagami guy, huh Ayanokoji?" said Ryuuen. 

"So that means your relationship with Yagami-kun was a friendly rivalry, right, Ayanokoji-kun?" asked the curious Matsushita.
"I knew there was something special about him."

"Are you fucking stupid, what about words like 'I'm gonna fucking kill him' sounds like rivalry to you?" yelled the annoyed Hosen.

"So we're about to see the backstory of the main character to see what shaped him into what he is today!" shouted the excited Sotomura.

"I knew Ayanokoji wasn't normal"

"Mhm, yeah yeah, I agree."

"If Tsukishiro was here, he'd probably kill everyone in the room if they saw this."  thought Ayanokoji.

The only time I could move forward was when I showed results.

It is when I was two years old that I remember first understanding that words are words.

There was a teacher sitting in front of me, and I was sitting across from him.

With nothing else in between, the teacher was simply reaching out to me with open hands on both arms.

Before long, the teacher put one small gummy into his right hand, making sure that I could see it.

For the children who live in this facility, what we call snacks were extremely rare things.