Day 7th,

The mini-fridge given to each of us has sustained me up to this point. However, as soon as the food within them runs out, I may have to resort to cannibalism.

"Oi, Sunshin, this is too much, even for you." One of the classmates within the 2-A classroom complained as he shivered from the cold.

Ignoring his protest, Sunshin focused upon writing on his mock journal.

My friends are slowly succumbing to the harsh nature within this cold and dark cave. They are beginning to show the signs of madness induced by lack of civilization. In their deliriousness and hunger, they plot to kill me to eat my flesh in the light of our dwindling supply of food. They have shed any sort of semblance of resemblance of human beings, and their language have been broken down into meaningless babbling of tongues. Dear reader, if you are reading this, it is too late. Tell my story of being the only sane mind within this madness. Let my death not be in vain.

"You are the only one not being sane here," another classmate flatly spoke, peeking over at the journal Sunshin was clutching tightly at.

A little explanation is perhaps required (Mr. Fukuhara drones in his monotonous voice). The classroom of 2-A was currently being held in control by Sunshin, as their teacher was currently not within the room. Normally, a representative chosen by the grade would be in charge of the classroom while the teacher was absent. However, the rep of 2-A, Shouko Kirishima, was helpless when it came to electronic devices.

Sunshin, who was not even within the top ten grade ranking within the 2-A, held a gigantic and formidable grasp over technology. He completely overrode all the administrative controls within the Academy. No other student was able to wrench it from his clutches. Incidentally, he was the official unofficial IT guy of the entire school.

What did he do with his control over the technology of the academy, you ask. Well, during this free period, he changed all the monitors within the room from live wallpaper of sunny beach to cold winter within a dark cave. He dimmed all lights within the room. He placed the overall temperature of the room into low 30's (in Fahrenheit). He manipulated the sound system to constantly emit howling wind noises. In essence, he turned the entire classroom into Russia.

The combined visualization of hearing, seeing, and touching created a very realistic scenario.

Why did he do this, you ask? Every single month he changed the overall cinematic and climate control of the classroom in order to go into what he called 'writing mood', much to the chagrin of other classmates. Last month the setting was outer space, where he somehow made the air thinner within the room, something that was considered impossible with technology present within the Academy.

Sunshin Gim. He was the transfer student from South Korea that came to Fumizuki Academy several months before. Quickly, he began to gain formidable reputation among students as a genius who slowly (figuratively) destroyed himself and his surroundings through sheer boredom. He was the self-proclaimed pettanko-con, the self-proclaimed That Guy (Who did it). He was also called 'Tensai' affably by other students, for two different reasons.

Tensai in hanja (kanji) was 天才, which meant 'Genius'. However, it was homophonous to another word, 天災, which meant 'great disaster'. At times it was hard to tell which he was. Sometimes he was both.

"Oi, Sunshin!" Kinoshita yelled at the top of her voice, catching the sight of the room as she entered. "Why did you turn the classroom into a freezer? I'm about to catch a cold!"

Right then and there, the thirty minute mark Sunshin had previously set up was reached. The room was restored to normal temperatures. The lights lit back up, the screens went back to sunny beaches, and the dreadful howling noises stopped. The entire class of 2-A collectively sighed in relief.

Had it been any longer than thirty minutes there would have been riots. Sunshin was careful not to exceed their patience. Any normal person would have had short temper at his nuisances, but his antics were accepted by the general population for a reason: as the IT guy, he was the go to person for computer troubles from students ranging from A to F, and that majorly included often embarrassing computer troubles one would not like the teachers to know about. Sunshin was the only trusted student to not to tell secrets gleaned from the personal devices he was asked to look after. Quoting his personal oath, 'snitches get stitches'.

"So, Sunshin-san," one of his classmates piped up. "Did you finish your personal writing prompt?"

"Not sure." he replied with a lethargic voice. "I attempted to set my brain into the proper tone and mood through the brief sacrifice of the classroom, but it seems like the personal sense of emergency cannot be achieved without the usage of authentic situations. But I am partly satisfied with what I have. Had I had longer time, I would have been able to venture into the territories of literary madness akin to that of Lovecraft literature, but alas..."

"Is that so?" his classmate chuckled at his response. "Maybe next time..."

However popular (feared) Sunshin was, there still were complaints about his excessive behavior often submitted to the teachers. And rightly so as it was often stress inducing. One did not appreciate having trouble breathing. Or hypothermia. This was exemplified by the announcement made by the public speakers at that moment.

"Ahem, Sunshin Gim of the class 2-A, please report to the principal's office immediately."

"That's my cue." Sunshin droned, slowly standing up from his reclining chair, unfazed by the worried glances his classmates gave toward him.

Cue intermission music.

The screen itself is filled with a blue background and a large cuecard, with the name of the show written upon it in watermark. A rotating hypercube is on the lower left corner of the screen. Questions written in Japanese are displayed on the card.

"Baka Tesuto." Sunshin reads his line.

The office itself was quiet and relatively dark. Solemn atmosphere reigned within the room as the principal Kaoru Toudou herself sat on the desk, her interlocked fingers at the front of her lips, forming the legendary finger pyramid of evil contemplation. Sunshin himself was seated across from her. He often wondered why she steepled her fingers like that, but this was hardly the appropriate time to ask.

"I have here several complaints about your behavior in the classroom." the principal said, nudging some notes on her desk. "Apparently hijacking the technological control over the classroom to achieve, in your words, 'proper setting for writing prompt'?"

"Yes." Sunshin promptly replied.

"You know what I think? I think you are bored." she continued. "Bored with the teachings of this academy, as shown by your lack of motivation. You do not apply yourself, and you are only fueled to do well in school only by urging from your parents."

Heaven knew how she was able to pierce through his inner thoughts.

"So you seek to make your surroundings more interesting by your tomfoolery. We don't need students like that in 2-A."

He kept his face relevantly impassive, showing hints of remorse here and there.

"So, I came up with the suitable punishment for your actions. You are to write to me a page of essay, due at the time you feel that it is appropriate. Liberal arts is the subject you excel at, is it not?"

Sunshin raised his eyebrows at her unusual instructions.

"Yes."

"Starting Monday, you are to spend at least a week within the classroom 2-F. You will receive your assignments from 2-A separately, and you are expected to complete both sets of assignments. That should not be hard. You are to relate to me the experiences you gained from the time you spent in the classroom and around its students within your essay. You wish to set yourself a proper surrounding setting for writing prompts? Think of this as your chance."

Sunshin silently sat there for few moments, absorbing her words.

Then he spoke:

"I accept my punishment."

"Eeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

The entire class of 2-A paled at the news Sunshin brought to them. He frowned at their over-dramatic response.

"You know, it's not like 2-F class is hell or anything..."

"Do you not understand the severity of the punishment? 2-F students are basically trash! They have the lowest scores of the entire school!"

"When you begin to judge other people by their academic achievements, you have succumbed to the over-zealously studious mentality of Asia. Surely, if you are as smart as you all think, you would realize that emphasis of scores only creates paper filling machines."

"That doesn't deny the lack of proper facility within the classroom itself." Another classmate interjected. "It's essentially a deadly cycle."

Despite his objections, his classmates began to tut and shake their heads in sorrow at the face of his punishment. Then, many began to refocus their attention on their own circle of friends, discussing this unexpected news.

"Man, I didn't know we could be demoted to 2-F classroom..."

"This scares me a lot, you don't even know..."

"You guys are all missing the point, aren't you?" Sunshin asked, sweat-drop forming on his head.

"Personally, I can't even imagine being demoted to the 2-F classroom. Think of all the supplemental lessons I would need to take!" Yuuko Kinoshita spoke, standing next to the chair Sunshin was seated in, her arms folded. "A model student like me does not belong in that class."

"Yes, a model student who is also a Fujoshi hopelessly enamored by Yaoi genre." Sunshin replied with a grimace. "An example we should all strive to be."

"I-I definitely am not interested in that kind of stuff!" Kinoshita vehemently denied. "And how do you even know about that...!?"

"I've seen the classroom myself, and the equipment is pretty demoralizing." Aiko Kudou interrupted Yuuko's rambling, as she walked toward him. "You have a lot of hardship ahead of you, Sunshin-san~."

"A gemstone shines, regardless of its surroundings, be it be sand or water. I'm sure I'll be fine." He leisurely replied.

"It's not going to shine much within acid." Kudou snickered.

"Sunshin." A quiet voice joined the conversation. They all turned to see the class rep, Kirishima, approach them.

"Ah, kuudere-sama," Sunshin hailed with a raised hand, "what can I do for you?"

"My future husband, Yuuji, is in the class 2-F. Please look over his actions and tell me if he is being dishonest to me."

"Your... future husband?" Sunshin replied, confused at this sudden development. "I was under the impression that you were uninterested in men. Does this 'Yuuji' reciprocate your feelings?"

"If he does not, he will." Kirishima suddenly pulled out a taser from nowhere, brandishing it with no regard for safety.

I probably have not felt this bad for another person before... Sunshin silently thought as additional sweat-drops began to appear on his head. "I'll be sure to give you some sort of news. But for now, I would like to savor my time with my own personal fridge before it gets taken away from me." Sunshin began to cradle his mini-bar.

Yeah right. Like hell I am going to rat out on others.

The weekend came too quickly, and so did Monday itself. Soon, due to his punishment, he was standing in front of the 2-F classroom door.

The very facade itself was indeed, as Kudou said, demoralizing. The sign attached to the door itself was split in two. Only a mere paper attached to the sign signified the name of the classroom. The door itself reminded him of ancient oriental houses. The stigma that surrounded the class itself appeared quite fitting.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out toward the door handle.

How bad could it be?

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