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

A fight in the white cage

In the classroom of the supposed defects, the class was mostly quiet with some barely audible chit-chats going on between newly made friends. However, most students would usually talk about their life in middle school, maybe their favorite novel or show, who's dating who, and who they find attractive, but in this school that wasn't a privilege at the moment. 

Most students were timidly wondering about what the future holds for them, especially after the explanation, or some might call it a reality check that was provided to them by the duo of Horikita Suzune and Aiuki Nakata the students had been shaken, but also a sense of relief had been born inside of them.

Although not knowing the consequences would've provided them with probably a much more luxurious life for the first month of their school life, knowing the consequences would allow them to live a bit more freely. Sounds almost contradictory but the most beautiful feeling in the world is that of knowing. 

What a man fears most is not knowing whether his efforts will bear fruit or if his mistakes will have consequences. 

As the conversation between the new friends continued, another much more interesting conversation was going on in the corner of the class. What makes this conversation more interesting is not the topic of discussion, however, it is the fact that this conversation required no words to be understood. All you needed to do to understand this conversation was to see the look in the eyes of the one engaged in it.

Ayanakouji Kiyotaka, and Nakata Aiyuki. The conversation was so intense in fact that the unnamed person seated next to Nakata was wondering in her head if it was also possible to purchase a seat change. 

"Don't go prying into my life," Ayanokoji's voice was flat, quiet—but something in the emptiness of his tone sent a chill through the air. His eyes didn't hold rage, but something far more unsettling. Calm. Unflinching. 

Horikita's gaze shifted constantly between the two boys, the two boys were similar in age to her and the rest of her classmates, but the true story behind their unchanging eyes was something that made them different to the point it makes one curious how such a thing is even possible.

"I don't need to," Nakata's stiff expression changed into a small smile as he chuckled, "I already know most of the things there are to know about you, Kiyotaka." 

Horikita was barely able to grasp what was going on at the moment, from the conversation it seemed as if a fight was to erupt at any second between the two titans. Nakata's tone made it seem as if he was mocking Ayanakouji, but both of them knew this wasn't anything but a fact.

Ayanokoji blinked slowly, his expression unchanged. "You might think you do." There was no threat in his words, at least not explicitly. But the warning was clear. People who looked too closely at Ayanokoji tended not to like what they found.

He leaned in slightly, not enough for the rest of the class to notice, but just enough for Nakata to feel the shift in pressure. "You're playing a dangerous game, Nakata. People who dig too deep often end up facing consequences they never planned for." His tone was flat, almost uninterested as if Nakata's fate didn't concern him in the slightest.

Ayanokoji's words lingered in the air, cold and sharp, yet Nakata's reaction was not what anyone might have expected. Where tension had bristled before, something strange now filled the space between them.

Nakata blinked once, and his entire demeanor shifted—not in any immediately obvious way, but in a way that left Ayanokoji subtly unsettled. There was no longer the smirk, no longer the spark of a challenge behind his eyes. Instead, what replaced it felt almost... still. A stillness that was unnerving because it wasn't the calm before a storm, but the quiet after.