Ryuzakis POV:

An obvious student gradient. Hundreds of unnatural cameras. This was, at the very least, extremely suspicious. I slowly walked through the corridors whilst crafting a few theories about this place.

Anhs's practices were basically impossible to find even through hundreds of hours of searching, and the fact that the government spent hundreds of millions on this place was odd. I was almost sure we were ranked based on some form of arbitrary criteria, but the purpose of which was slightly harder to put my finger on. Potentially we would be competing in the midterms and future tests to determine our ranks, but if that was it, why was so much money spent on a glorified boarding school.

I soon came across the room I was looking for. Class 1A. I leaned across the wall adjacent to the room's door and pulled out some papers I received upon being accepted and slightly observed. Most of the class had already arrived. Uniform was prestigious. Their conduct immaculate. Everyone was already in their seats from what I could make out, and they were peacefully talking waiting for a teacher to come.

After a minute of observations and an interesting conversation, I got off the wall and began to trail towards where I should actually be.

I opened the door to the room with a bronze looking plaque next to it saying class "1C".

Slobbish. It was the first word that came to mind, they, for the most part, seemed like petty punks or minor gang members. If this was a class competition like I suspected, then there was a lot of work to do. Currently, I didn't know what I was going to do in terms of these 'class competitions'. For now, I decided to find my seat, which was on the back row on the furthest left.

The moment I sat down, I heard a few snickers and "freak"'s thrown around. I'll admit that my sitting posture was unusual, but it was by far the most natural thing for me.

...

It took another 10 minutes for the rest to arrive and even longer for the teachers himself to arrive. There were only two noticeable people. One (indicated by their name on their desk) Shiina Hiyori who contradicted the criteria I had for this class. Her body language presented her as formal if not a bit shy, but there wasn't anything scarily defective about her to mention nor see, but I'd need to talk to her personally to determine that.

Another was a magenta haired boy called ryuen kakeru. He fitted perfectly the criteria I had created for this class, but following his eyes, he had at least noticed the cameras and how many there were. His body was athletic, to put it in simple terms. He seemed like an odd mix between intelligence and physicality.

Our teacher began giving us another overview of the school that was fairly interesting. His wording was formulaic and was almost definitely rehearsed. I noticed multiple hints dropped and from ryuens facial expressions he seemed to have his suspicions.

"Any questions"? Sakagamk sensei asked. I wanted to question the number of points received next month's and my class competition theory, but I wasn't sure if I wanted the spotlight just. I attempted to gain some information which was fruitful, but spotlight could jeopardize my operation or the opposite could be true and allowing my classmates to not take this place seriously.

Likewise, I'd prefer someone do that for me. There was one person who seemed promising, but I doubted they'd say a thing now. I'll get him to do it at a later date and leave it for now.

...(A/N: I don't know when ryuen took over his class, but I'd imagine it would've been after the first month since there'd be little reason to be the leader of the class before then at the very least, that's this fics canon, but I'd love to be enlightened to when it happened)

Ryuen Kakeru POV:

So far, this school has been annoyingly boring. You'd think such a fucking posh school would only except the best of students, but most of my classmates were delinquents. There were a few things that caught my interest, but that was about it. As long as no one bothers me for these three years, I couldn't care less.

I couldn't be arsed to start decorating yet, so I just decided to lay on my bed. It was like 8 o'clock, so imagined most things would be shut anyway by now. I slowly started to drift. The only thing worthwhile to do was goddam sleep.

Ring. Beep. Ring. Beep.

The fuck? I wrenched my phone out of my pocket to see a mountain of messages and documents. I slowly began to scan through them. Students. Locations. Even an entire layout of the school along with class dynamics. How on earth did someone get this much information in a few hours. Was it a joke? A prank maybe? The key things I got were:

. Arisu sakayanagi and katsuragi kohei we're both leading members of their class we're likely to fight each other after the first month to gain full control over the class.

.light yagami and ichinose honami were also in a similar position but had a far higher chance of cooperating than attempting to take full control.

.Class c and d didn't have likely leaders, but it suggested I should take control of my class through shit lines like 'it would be beneficial to both classes if someone took the lead' and if I was the only one who this message was sent to, I suspected it was referring to me.

.The special annex had no cameras.

.There was likely a class competition due to the differences in students, whoever this was pointed out after hundreds of student profiles he gave me. Which in themselves were fairly vague, but oddly informative for the number of people they gave me info on.

It also gave me a list of people to be cautious of, mainly consisting of these potential class leaders and a few others that they spoke highly of, but to me, he was at the top of my cautious list. The amount of information he gathered on people without suspicion from them was ludicrous, he had even evaded my suspicion. He had a fairly lengthy profile on me.

Whoever this bastard was, I'd crush him. But ay for the first time since I'd arrived at this shirt school I laughed. Things were finally getting fun.