Classroom of the Elite Fanfic (Year 1)
What if there are two masterpieces?
Kiyotaka Ayanokōji and Axel Arison are students of D-class, which is where the school dumps its "inferior" students in order to ridicule them.
Kiyotaka and Axel are both mas...
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Karuizawa's Point of View
Flashback
"CAN I ASK A FAVOR?" Arison-kun asked me. I tilted my head. He is asking a favor of me? It's not like I will do his favor, it's just..well I know that he can do anything literally.
I really trust Arison, to the point that I will do anything. He is the only person I admire. He is handsome, smart, and reliable. He is not like Hirata.
But I don't get why Arison is so attached to that gloomy guy. What is his name again? Ayanokouji? Ah Yes. I wonder if they are... dating? Well I'm not homophobic person.
I smiled at him.
"Of course, What is it?" I said while smiling.
"Can you act tomorrow?" Huh? Act? Tomorrow? What? I'm currently confused right now. What is he talking about?
"You are confused right? But let me finish, I want you to act like your underwear is missing." I began to blush. What! How can he say that without stuttering!?
"Why?" I asked him, he just smiled.
"You trust me right?"
"Of course, I do!" I said. He patted my head and he giggled.
"Just follow our lead, something great will happen if you do it." he said.
End of Flashback
At the end something really happened, something great. We gained some points. I looked at Arison who was talking to Kushida and Ayanokouji. He is really a mystery to me.
I looked at the ocean. When I entered this school. Nothing had changed. No, perhaps it was that I had no intention of changing anything from the start. For better or for worse, it was the same as that time.
The reason for that was very simple. I understand myself more than anyone else does. Both my strengths and my weaknesses, I know them all. I know none of the boys and none of the girls like me. I don't really know if Arison really likes me as his friend.
Even though I understood that clearly I didn't think to change. But it doesn't matter. Because I had long since stopped perceiving it as hurtful. Because I myself wanted this.
I go back to my room and go to shower. As I got out of the shower attached to the student rooms, I looked at myself in the mirror while water droplets accumulated on my skin.
How many, just how many times, have I wanted to smash this mirror into pieces? Every time I see wounds of the past in it, I am reminded of my horrible past.
Suddenly feeling dizzy and nauseated, I quickly put my hands on the sink and vomited.
Why?
Why am I looked at with such eyes?
Why?
Why do I have to suffer like this?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I repeated the same question to myself countless times. Words that no longer carried any meaning. The past is immutable. I cannot change anyone or anything from the past anymore.
God has been very cruel to me.
My very personality was destroyed by the nightmare of that time, I had also lost my youth, my friends and myself to it. I need to correct that mistake now. No matter how much they hate me, it's still better than suffering that again.
Yes. I don't need 'youth'. I don't need 'friends'. The most important thing is that I protect myself. I will do whatever I must to ensure that.
I am...a parasite.
A weak creature incapable of surviving on its own.
