"Tokaku-san!"

A girl with mid-long hair called out for the other, holding a knife in her hand as she eyed the assassin with worried eyes. "Is it true that you will be transferred?"

"We heard about it... a mission as a school representative, amazing!" Another girl said, "The rumor of the 'Black Class' at Myoujou Academy, right?" she continued, completely excited.

Azuma Tokaku, 15 years old, just sat on her chair as she listened her classmates ramble about her being chosen as their school's representative for the Black Class, a special class at Myoujou Academy.

"Since Tokaku-san is going, it's practically done."

Tokaku finally looked up at that, gazing at the girl until her lips curled up into a small smile, her hand moving her skirt slightly up to take one of her knives. "If I got to kill her, I'll kill her!" she said, twirling the knife around her fingers and grinning.

"Ichinose-kun."

Mizorogi Ataru, the homeroom teacher of the Black Class approached the young girl who was currently staring out of the window on the 25th floor, her hands holding the bars tightly. "Be careful, we wouldn't want anything to happen..."

The girl he was talking to suddenly let go of the bars, turning around to look at him with ice cold eyes, piercing right through his own stare; yet, she didn't say a word.

The man kept his gaze on the student for a few more moments, a single drop of sweat falling down from his forehead to his chin. "... uhm, are you excited to meet your classmates...?" he suddenly asked, chuckling awkwardly and rubbing the back of his head, hoping to get rid of his own awkwardness.

"Not really." the girl, Ichinose Haru, said, moving away to sit down on her seat, resting her arms on the desk and staring intently in front of herself.

Mizorogi sighed heavily, placing a hand on his chest, thankful that she finally turned away. It didn't seem like he was going to get along with her, so he hoped to meet someone less cold than her.

Tokaku made her way through the hallways while reading her text messages with a frown. I don't get what Kaiba-sensei was saying at all... saying that my life is useless was pretty mean! she thought with a sigh, "The world is full of..." she read the first riddle out loud, placing her phone back into her pocket shortly after. "How am I supposed to know?" she pouted.

By the time the blue-haired assassin had stomped into the room, she found a red-haired girl with twintails reading the other students' attendance numbers out loud with a monotone voice and cold eyes, almost as if she was bored and needed something to pass time with.

"Number 8, Takechi Otoya. Number 9, Namatame Chitaru. Number 10, Hashiri Nio. Number 11, Hanabusa Sumireko. Number 12, Banba Mahiru... Number 13, Ichinose Haru." she finished, staring at her own name and then turning her head to the side after having realized that someone was staring at her. "What?"

Tokaku didn't expect for her to turn around any soon, which was why she flinched and gulped, smiling suddenly after that. "Ah, um, I didn't want to, err... sorry." she apologised, bowing slightly and walking over to her seat afterwards, waiting for the rest of the students to arrive. Haru just stared at her for a couple of seconds, not saying anything until she turned around to face the teacher again, absolutely silent.

This will be a long, long year...

Hello everyone!

This is the first time I publish something on here, until now I've been lurking around without uploading anything. I honestly thought it would have stayed like this until a few friends of mine suggested to upload some of my stuff on here, so here we are.

I plan on making this a multi-chaptered story, but since I lack motivation most of the time, it would be nice for someone to review it and tell me how I could improve it. I'm no genius at writing, after all. Should I swap the others' personalities as well or just Tokaku's and Haru's? I was planning the latter, but I'm open to suggestions. Their personalities aren't completely swapped after all, I just made Haru colder and Tokaku hyper.

Also, I apologise for any typos or mistakes; English is not my first language, and although I read it a few times to check on any mistakes, I might have overlooked something.

Thank you for reading~