Sensei open the door without a care in the world. As she enters the room. A cool breeze of air suddenly find its way in the open window of said room. Fluttering the thin green curtains into the already barren classroom. I followed quietly entering. Waiting for my fate to be sealed.

Kano-san sorry but we'll never be able to celebrate that anniversary this year. Well we already did. I kinda forgot. But we can't celebrate the next year!!.

Please spare my life!!!.


Ahhh i see. So there is actually a living breathing abled body in here. And as i look through the room with neatly organized tables and chairs at the back. The girl is actually at the center. A chair in the middle. With her sitting on it like the prim and proper student she is. Reading a book in her hand. And a table at the front of said chair with a steaming disposable cup on it. Air Blowing through her long piece of straight jet-black hair. As if the world welcomes her grand entrance in existence.

I know who she is. She's the top scorer of soubu and a well known beauty at our school. Donning the classical conservative japanese beauty. Yukinoshita yukino from class 2-J.

Not like those normalfags can keep up with her. Well none can keep up with her. First in every subject. Donning the nickname of the goddess of cold.

That's the ice queen for you.

"Sensei would you please knock? I've said it to you enough times already I've basically lost count." The ice queen said as she turns another page in her book.

Now that i look at it. The cover looks pretty victorian. And it's on english too. Huh. Even her taste in literature is pretty refined. Vanity Fair.

I did have my exposure on classicals. But I'm mainly into light novels these days. Oh and mangas too. And no my taste might be trash but i consider myself decent enough to judge good novels.

Yes. I willingly drown myself in trashy novels not because of my supposedly trash taste as said by kano-san but to saved the japanese culture of creativity.

Truly my charity and kindheartedness knows no bounds.

"Yeah yeah sure. I'll totally do it next time"

Look at that. Sensei saying things on autopilot and forgetting it after 30 seconds only to do it again next time just because.

Yukinoshita heaved a deep sigh and close her book to face hiratsuka-sensei. Or rather what i thought. Until she started narrowing her eyes and pointed at me.

"And who's that uninteresting life form you bring with you? And what's with those eyes? You bringing juveniles isn't appropriate with the way this clubs work. It's the public service club." She says with every word getting much more sharper and up to the point while maintaining the same prim and proper monotone voice that she had.

Ughh why is it that people constantly see the eyes. It's dead enough as it is. Don't overkill it please!!!.

And service? Public service? What kind of service?

And what club. Club need five members to be recognized officially this is more like an execution room.

Please kano-san spare my life!!

"Ohhh these?" Sensei said with enthusiasm as she points her thumb at me while the gleaming in her eyes only got brighter.

Oi. Is yukinoshita gonna be your accessory for murder? I'm already dead with her barbs sensei. Please stop this overkill.

"Well he's actually not that much of a delinquent really. Don't stand out too much. Also follow the rules and usually on the low. I guess he's more of a petty criminal. There's not much of a worry but take a look at these essay" sensei said with nonchalance. As she pulls a crumpled paper in the pockets of her labcoat.

As if my whole being could be summarize in that way. She says that with confidence too. .Sensei you're really gonna make me cry here. Please somebody send some hp potion! A sackload please!!

Also is that my essay?? Didn't you just throw it in the trash? Do you actually have ultra instinct? Where did that come from?

Also it's saved. It's crumpled and all. But alas my masterpiece is alive!.

As hiratsuka sensei handed the paper to yukinoshita. Which she look at with hesitation and disgust. As if waiting for it to just disintegrate into non existence. sigh for the second time and take it with her forefinger and thumb. As if it contain some kind of hikigerma.

Hikigerma is not real. And also please treat it with respect. I like it. No. I put my passions into that. Receive it in dogeza style and say grace me with your gifts maste-

No. Bad thoughts hachiman. Cease all these malfunctions. Back to factory settings.

"Petty criminal? I see" as yukinoshita put her hand in her chin deep in thought.

Oi. Why are you agreeing with her. And also why am i even here?

As yukinoshita goes back to uncrumping the paper and reading through my essay crunching her eyebrows with every paragraph that her eyes move into. She put down the paper. stare right through hiratsuka-sensei.

"What is this incredibly pessimistic unreadable trash" yukinoshita questions as hiratsuka-sensei threw her hands upwards totally agreeing with her earlier sentiment.

"I know right. Oh and by the way he'll be a part of this clu-"

"Hiratsuka-sensei somebody said you got hikigaya in here? What's he here for? And what's with you throwing your hands up? Find someone already?"

That voice. Shit. That's way too hurtful for an innocent question. look at sensei please. She looks like she's about to cry!!

Please someone take her!!!

And also I'm in deep trouble.

"I'll find one someday... damn teenagers and their self-centeredness" sensei slowly put her hands down while clenching her right fist up. .I'll distance myself just a bit just in case.

"Hah? did i touch a nerve? My bad"

Oi. Stop please. Your making it worse!!.

"Well whatever. And why are you here miura-san? You need something?" Oi you almost have to wipe a tear with that watery eyes of yours.

Nomu.

Also your totally ignoring my name. She ask for me for godsake!.

And I'm here yumi-chan i know my hikki stealth is at max level but it hurts. Does it affect your loved ones? I might need to take some points out.

"Ahh well he's here. What are you doing here. You're here for a stupid reason aren't you?" Yumiko narrowed her eyes at me. I almost see a cobra meeting the eyes of her prey.

Well. I won't say that it is stupid. But the way they called me here and this confusing idea of sensei to bring me here. Sounds pretty stupid.

"Well. Not really" saved. Oh. She's looking at me way harder now. The cobra is preparing herself to strike.

Pan the fire!

"Wait you know each other?" Hiratsuka-sensei! Totally saved by the bell. I'll totally gave you MAXX the next time i go to the vending machine.

Well scratch that. You're actually the one that put me into this.

And also what the hell is happening now?.

"Yeah? Well i guess it's not that obvious" as she twirls her hair and look sideways. Only to narrow her eyes at the occupant at the center of the room.

"Hehh. as i thought you're actually alone. What with that holier-than-thou attitude of yours" smirking and mocking as she said that as she leans on one foot and put her other hand on her hips.

Hostile. What's with these sparks. Too hostile!.

"I believe you're miura yumiko from class 2-F? I'm sorry for offending you. Not with my rank in these association you wouldn't get my remarks." Cool as ever yukinoshita delivered a heavy right hook to miura.

"Hah. I don't need to. Good luck being alone in there anyway." Miura reply with a dodge and weave delivering some jabs right after it.

"Then goodluck to you as well miura-san but i believe i don't need such luck as i am perfectly capable of being independent." As usual with the way yukinoshita said that. And the way miura change her posture from hand to hip. To crossing her arms.

That irritated her.

"Hah? What's that supposed to mean. Independent? Sure. whatever gets you for your parents to pay for your problems."

Well. The room suddenly became more narrower. And the air seems thinner. It's getting hot even though the room is constantly supplied with the cool breeze of the afternoon sea salt wind. Everything suddenly turn too quiet. Quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop in here at any second.

What the hell is up with this tension?

I need to salvage this somehow.

"Yumi. well i did write an essay kind of. And unfortunately not passable enough to grade. I might need to rewrite it." I said rubbing my head. That's about the only thing i could think of right now to break the tension anyway.

"It's something idiotic isn't it?" Miura look at me. Arms still crossed while tapping her feet. And checking the time on the clock at my side of the room.

"I put my honest thought into it." With my feelings too.

"Well sensei what is it?" You're totally not believing me yumiko-chan. That hurts you knowww. Like I'm right here your talking to me. Like speak with me. seriously.

Wait you're rubbing off on me.