Chapter 2: Chapter 1.1

It is quite a walk from the school's auditorium to the year one classrooms. It had been approximately 8–9 minutes before we entered the main building where the classrooms are housed.

I walked a little distance behind the rest of my classmates. Not because I was antisocial or anything, but I just felt out of place.

The internal structure of the school's main building is massive. The school's logo was plastered on the floor right before the stairs we had to take in order to climb to the second floor, where our classroom is located.

It was a pretty wide staircase where at least five people could walk side by side and comfortably make their way up.

Obviously, I didn't have five people that I could try it with, but I'll leave it up to your imagination.

I climbed the stairs one by one until I reached the middle of the staircase, where it split into two staircases, almost like a fork in the road.

I stood there a bit confused. I didn't notice the group of people walking behind me and accidently stopped into them.

A male voice said, "Hey, what's your problem?"

I turned towards the source of the sound and apologized.

Observing the person. He's tall, with a lean body structure, a handsome face, and his jet black hair is slicked backwards.

This stranger glared at me for a few seconds before walking off. Did I just potentially make an enemy or was he trying to intimidate me?

I shrugged it off and followed the signs, which were bolted to the wall.

All Year One classes are to the left, so please take the appropriate staircase.

So with that new information, I took the left stairs well and made my way upstairs.

The hallway is wide with large windows, so you could have an outlook on the school's front yard.

Various potted plants are placed at equally spaced distances along the hallway.

I walked along the hallway and looked at the various classroom signs.

The first one I saw was Class 1-1, the second being Class 1-2, the third being Class 1-3, and finally my class 1-4.

I grabbed the door handle and exhaled.

Let's have a good three years!

I entered the classroom and everyone seemingly ignored me. Well, this isn't a great start what so ever.

The majority of the seats were already filled. It seems that I was too late when it came to staking my claim to my preferred classroom seating position.

However, I saw that there was one available seat, and as a bonus, it was right next to the window.

I am already fulfilling my role as classroom protagonist by sitting in this backrow window seat.

Briskly making my way to the newly spotted treasure. I noticed who I could be sitting next to.

Welp. It's the girl from the assembly and she held a cup of coffee in her hand. 

She noticed me approaching and sighed.

I curiously asked, "Do you have an issue with me sitting here?"

She shot a glance at me, "I don't have the right to tell another person where they can or can not sit."

I kept silent and settled into my seat.

As I observed the classroom, everyone seemed to have broken up into their little cliques already. So me attempting any let's be friends type of action would possibly feel a bit desperate. Well, that's my opinion anyway.

I leaned my head on my left hand and let out an intentional sigh.

The girl sitting next to me must have heard it because she said, "What are you gloomy about?"

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"Huh? I am not gloomy."

"Then why are you sighing like you have the world of worries?"

I wouldn't necessarily call it the world of worries. It's more along the lines of 'oh damn, I might be lonely for the next three years if I don't attempt to become a social butterfly'.

"Well, aren't you quite preceptive?"

The cute stranger began to write in a notebook and replied, "Not really. You just have that look written all over your face. You're like an open book right now."

"Are you planning on reading me or something?"

She then closed her notebook and said, "You don't seem interesting enough for me to attempt."

Ouch. Did she just flame my entire existence? 

I turned my head to her and asked, "What's your name anyway?"

"I don't see how knowing that will benefit you."

Sigh. It seems that I attempted to befriend the incorrect person. What a pain.

"Uh, never mind then."

There were a few moments of silence, and she exhaled deeply.

"My name is Minori Tadeka."

I was a bit surprised that she even told me. She seems a bit headstrong and stubborn.

Well, nice to meet you. I am Yuki Amaya."

She didn't respond to me after that.

Well, at least we got to the exchanging names stage. So I'll call it a small win for mankind.

The classroom door opened again and in walked the same guy who tried to intimidate me.

Oh great. This is just what I needed to start the term off.

I noticed him, but he didn't notice me and took a seat to the far right of me. The seat would be the last one in my row.

He has a serious look on his face. If I had to give a vivid description of him, I would say that he probably punches babies and kicks small animals. That's just my opinion on the guy, so please don't quote me on it.

I looked at the clock on the wall to the front of me, right above the teacher's desk.

The time was 9am. Normally I would check my my phone, but the clock seemed seemed like that faster way of doing it.

Shortly after, the bell rang, and everybody officially settled into their seats.

The classroom door opened again and in walked a mature looking female, possibly in her mid 20's, who held a large white envelope in her right hand.

After placing the envelope doon the teacher's table to the front of the classroom. She introduced herself as Mrs. Ayumi Aiko. 

From her appearance and manner of speech, I concluded that she would be our homeroom teacher.

She stood in front of the class dressed in a light purple business suit, with chin-length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a cold exterior.

In a commanding tone of voice, she said, "Good morning, class 1-4. We will now begin."

 

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