If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.
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"3-E?"
The blond nodded, his purple eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.
"Yes, we must put them in their place."
The strawberry blon...
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The conference room was vast, there wasn't a sound, only the calm breathing of the A-class permeated the room. The sunrays threaded through the window glasses, drenching the classroom in natural lighting— there was no need to turn the artificial lighting on.
The whole A-class was on standby, waiting with a serious face at their desk, they didn't utter a word, didn't move an inch— the atmosphere was stern and heavy, full of discipline and order. If not for the uniforms, which pointed out that they were students, some may have thought it was the army.
The door slid open, and as if hearing their maestro's words, the whole class stood up to welcome the batch of newcomers. The first one to set foot in the quiet classroom was a tall strawberry blond head, with a pair of eye-catching violet eyes, he led a group of five boys inside. These people, who the students awaited in a religious silence, were the top of the school.
They topped Kunugigaoka in every way of the term. Be it Academics, Fame, Background, whatever it was, this group of students stood at the top. They were the benchmark of success, envied and admired by many— if Kunugigaoka was a jungle, they were the Kings of the jungle.
The one leading the group, Asano Gakushu, made his way to the middle of the class with confident strides, leaving the group of five to follow behind. He spread his arms, his aura going from imposing to immensely charismatic, and with one twitch of his finger, made the whole student body sit. He was the Maestro, and A-class was his orchestra.
Gakushu's lips remained a flat line, only curving slightly into a ghost of a smile as his purple eyes carefully narrowed. With these simple changes in expression, he managed to gather the full attention of his audience. He was gifted, charismatic, a natural-born leader.
There was no need for him to raise his voice, he didn't need to stand on a stage to overlook the students to make his presence known. He casually stood in front of them, and with practiced ease: he spoke.
"We are the Sun."
One simple line, metaphor— yet it brought a shiver down every A-class' students' spine.
"In our prestigious Kunugigaoka Junior High, we shine down upon everyone from above."
His sentence was simple and concise. It made A-class' blood boil.
"As I have heard, apparently the entirety of Class E sought to place within the top 50 spots of the Midterm exams," his voice was clear and devoid of any impurities as he enunciated the facts. "If by chance, that was to happen, a dark cloud would hang over everyone's head."
