My Dear Seatmate ♤ Classroom Of The Elite ♤

Should I?

For some reason I woke up with a bitter taste in my mouth, but then I remembered, I'd smoked a lot the night before and even so I was still irritable and anxious, this time not even the damn nicotine had an effect. I remembered something else too, it was all the fault of one person, I never imagined that someone would fuck with me so much without even trying!

KUSHIDA KIKYO

— Fuck you!

I sighed as I looked at Suzune's >empty,< room. I should have known that after meeting that asshole she'd want to leave early.

Fuck!

— Calm down. If you carry on like this you'll end up blowing up two faces.

I deserve it.

— What the hell are you doing here?

— Something's only forbidden if they catch you - kukuku... looks like neither you nor I got what we wanted.

Argh... I wanted to scream, kick and smash everything in sight, and that certainly included Ryuen's face.

— Fuck you... By the way, aren't you a bit old to keep challenging Ayanokyouji? — Ryuen was stunned for a second before following me.

— Who are you to judge me? You're the one stuck with your high school crush.

I didn't answer, I just followed without even looking back, that was enough for me that day.

The Night of That Day

SUZUNE HORIKITA

— Get off me — I shouted, pushing the hands of a hoodless Kiyotaka away from me.

— Shut up," he whispered back, trying to look through the gap in the door of a small room into which he had pushed me.

I tried to see something over his shoulder, but the corridor was too dark to see clearly. Until the sound of footsteps began to echo in the direction we were heading.

— Shit — cursing, Kiyotaka dragged me behind a wooden table, covered my mouth with his right hand and signaled silence with the other.

Okay... that was starting to scare me. With my heart pounding in my ears, I heard the sound of the door being opened and footsteps.

Kiyotaka was getting ready to show himself to whoever it was, but I took a firm hold of his tie, pulling him down and looking at him as if to say.

"What are you doing?"

"If I don't show up, he'll catch us both," he replied, moving his lips.

"So what?"

"I won't be able to think straight if I'm worried about you."

This statement caused me to stop breathing for a few seconds and made my cheeks feel hot. My heart was racing again, but this time it wasn't because of the fear of being caught, but because of something else.

We stared at each other for a brief moment without saying anything and just as Ayanokouji was about to take my hand off his tie and surrender.

— Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's someone calling you at the end of the corridor. — It was Kushida!

I heard footsteps moving away, a few more indistinct words, we waited until the sound of shoes became inaudible and finally, we breathed a sigh of relief. It was then that I realized I was still holding Kiyotaka's tie and his hand was on mine, and I held my breath, we were so close. The smell of him hit me hard and, feeling almost numb with that addictive fragrance, I began to approach him.