Hi guys, sorry for the absence. Also you may have noticed that I've restarted the fanfic. That's because before, I didn't really plan the fic out or mainly Celestia herself. That's why i was stuck. Now, I've put more thought into our purple haired ice bab in order to make her less Mary Sue and interesting. Pls forgive me! Until next time 3
"Today's the ceremony. I really didn't think I would be in the same class as you, Celestia." Nagisa walked next to a purple haired girl, who effortlessly climbed down the steep mountain. She turned her head and blinked, expressionless. "Why?" It was such a simple question but the blue haired boy didn't seem to know how to answer the question. Celestia Seto. Everyone knew who she was last year. Quiet but not snobbish, cold exterior but surprisingly observant of her surroundings, she wasn't the kind of person you would see in the hallways and recognize instantly. But she was. It wasn't because of the star shaped clips she was miraculously able to pull off without looking like a seven years old dimwit. Some may say it was her captivating electric blue eyes, others may say it was the overwhelming vibe of tsundere leaping out at them. Perhaps the main appeal was simply due to the fourth level of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs: esteem. The need for recognition, fame, etc. Celestia was connected to the Academy's beloved student council and maybe that's why people noticed her. Anyone associated with them, was automatically assumed to be part of the elite.
"Well...um...weren't you associated with the Student Council?" Nagisa asked, his voice lifting up, giving away his uneasiness. Celestia stared back at him, noticing him squirm before looking away. "Ah. I could only memorize, not critically think. That sets up more of a challenge for the second and third year. " Nagisa didn't ask more after that. Nagisa and Celestia's friendship was rooted from quiet understandment. In the beginning of the year, the two were the first students in the class and Celestia's ability to stay quiet was slightly unsettling so he tried to start a small conversation. It wasn't uncomfortable at all. He had thought that she would be snobbish from being someone associated with the elite to someone who has become an outcast. The only problem he had initially was to talk to her properly. He came to realize that the girl responded with brief and straightforward. Celestia had also warmed up, if it was even possible, to Rio, Maehara and Isogai. Especially Rio.
Nagisa found Celestia's and Rio's dynamic quite interesting. Celestia was always composed and it was very difficult for anyone to unnerve her. Rio's unpredictability always seemed to make Celestia think twice before answering and elicited more expressions from the girl, primarily confusion. Even now, she had her arms linked with Celestia, dragging her down the mountain while listening in on their conversation. She grinned. "None of those four whatever matters now. She has me, right?" A small bead of sweat formed on the side of Celestia's face as she hesitantly answered. "Yes."
The main building for the Academy appeared, drastically different in appearance from their wooden isolated "cottage". There was no subtlety in hiding the different treatments that the outcasts and the true students had. The scornful attitude the school staff had was also passed down onto the students. The moment Celestia and the others walked through the main gates, there was immediate sneering heard from the other students. They didn't even bother to whisper nor to be subtle. It affected even Rio's optimism as the girl's face tensed uncomfortably. As if to comfort the two, Celestia held onto Rio's hand while gesturing at Nagisa to continue walking.
"Hmph. Seems like you're blending in quite well with Class 3-E, Celestia." They stopped by the doorway of the gym where a boy coincidentally had walked out. In his hands were documents, which probably meant that he was properly part of the crew running the assembly. Nagisa noted. He inched closer towards Celestia, whispering: "Do you know him?"
"Gakushu Asano. Student council president and son of the director." She responded to Nagisa. Celestia peeled Rio's tightened fingers off of her arm and nodded. She didn't waste her time dealing with Asano and turned away, ready to walk into the gym. Asano narrowed his eyes, not pleased with the silent treatment. "Seto Celestia. Don't forget your place and remember who you're talking to. If you mess with this assembly, we won't be as lenient as last year. Since you're in Class 3-E."
"Last year?" Nagisa turned around, puzzled. Rio frowned, not liking Asano's threatening tone. "Hey, let's just go." She whispered before smiling brightly at the student council president. "Sorry! We'll make sure she won't do anything~" Celestia stood there, not budging an inch as she levelled her gaze with Asano. "I'm already in Class 3-E. I cannot do anything anyways. That was a waste of energy, Asano. Are you scared?" She watched his scowl morph into an angered expression before she bowed and left. Rio and Nagisa exchanged glances before following Celestia into the gym. They didn't pursue the issue any further and waited for the dreadful ceremony to start. As the whole class stood in a land of starving hyenas who were gleefully tearing the class apart with vicious verbal assaults, the ceremony began to start. Of course, every other sentence was a subtle jab in the class's direction.
"Hey...where's Karma?" Sugaya whispered, asking Celestia and Nagisa. "Playing hooky. It's time like these that I wish I was an honour student bad boy." Nagisa sighed. Celestia shook her head, signalling that she disapproved of that thought. As the ceremony proceeded and with the paperwork being handed out, she noticed that of course, their class didn't have any handouts. Deja vu, Celestia thought to herself.
"Hey, Celestia. I assume you've completed the student handouts." Gakushu Asano leaned over the girl's shoulder, peering at her laptop. The girl barely managed to reply "yes" as she continued to scroll over the documents once again. There was a large gathering, some to study and some to help set up the Assembly coming in a few days. The President sighed with a small smile as he pulled back and turned, leaning against the table. "As distant as always. You've earned quite a reputation as being a robot."
"I've only heard you call me a robot." Celestia didn't glance away from her laptop. She then clicked through the tabs on her laptop, looking at the emails, making sure everything provided within those electronic documents were mentioned in the printouts. Asano chuckled in defeat and before he could say anything else, the purple haired girl spoke up.
"Are we printing a copy to Class E?" Gakushu looked stunned momentarily before he burst out laughing. He twirled a pencil in his finger, obviously not taking the question seriously. "Who knew you had such humour in you, Celestia." He stopped when he noticed Celestia was staring intently at him, not moving from her prior position. Ah, she was serious. Gakushu's face dropped to a very cold look that even made Celestia feel slight discomfort. He then plastered on an "innocent" smile before stabbing his pencil into the table. "You should know by now, Celestia. We aren't handing out files to those failures."
Celestia didn't even look at the pencil, nor did she flinch. Her lack of feeling intimidated was one of the small traits Celestia had to her that piqued Asano's interest. She studied him, feeling the growth of frustration and discontent. Was it really that fun to torment people? It was uncertain why she disagreed with the idea. Although she was able to identify it as being inhuman, she primarily thought it was inefficient. Even if they did want to get rid of the "degenerates" was there a point in extending the mistreatment for an entire year? Inefficient. Turning away and shutting off her laptop, she stood up and shot the boy a comment. "Like father, like son."
Immediately, Gakushu shot up, with narrowed eyes and hostility seething out of him. Standing outside momentarily, she heard the other students gossip among themselves. "Just because she's friends with Asano, doesn't mean that she has the right to snap back at him." She then walked away, immediately tucking away the feeling of disappointment rather than sadness that her Asano, once her only confidante, didn't defend her. She entered the printing room and began to print copies for the assembly. She perched herself on top of the table, opening her laptop with her cursor hovered above the print button once more. Should she print copies for Class E without telling the others? She really didn't want to go through the annoyance of having to listen to numerous lectures from people she didn't even talk to. She pressed it.
The girl began to sort the papers into stacks, counting them before putting aside the pile she prepared for Class E. She transported the stacks of paper for the assembly to the Student Council room before she returned to the printer room where to her surprise, a redhead. She recognized him. She had seen him once or twice, but also heard of his name much too many times by the teachers. "What are you doing?"
He looked up, a smile on his face as he greeted him, before putting down the pamphlet for Class 3-E down back onto its pile. He waved the checklist she had to organize the pile. "I was here printing some things for my homeroom teacher. You shouldn't leave your checklist around if you want to hide the fact that you're printing extra for Class 3-E." Celestia picked up the pile and placed it carefully into her bag and picked up her laptop. "The infamous Akabane Karma is running errands? You can keep the checklist. It's not like I'm trying to keep it a secret." She bowed before leaving the room. Karma stared at the doorway before at the checklist. "That was no fun. What should I do with this?"
He tilted his head and the beeping from his printer drew his attention away. His mouth curved into a smile as he deleted a selected printer history and crumpled the checklist, before placing the paper into his checklist. "I'll play the angel just for today."
Despite Karma's rare effort for good intentions, the girl was subjected to hate and disapproval from her fellow students. Class 3-E receiving printouts was enough to heighten the students' suspicions of Celestia. When confronted, she chose her usual simple reply: "yes."
"Karma." Celestia greeted the redhead the next day. She tossed a thick pamphlet onto his table before sitting down in her seat next to him. He blinked, perplexed, before peeling the first page up suspiciously. Slightly irritated, the girl added: "It was the pamphlet from yesterday. Koro-sensei wrote it himself. There's no hidden bombs."
"Continuing your little tradition?" Karma asked, grinning. Celestia stared at him, not sure what he meant until she noticed him waving the pamphlet in a very familiar way. She placed her bag down and responded with: "I don't know what you mean."