Classroom of the elite one shots

#1 My Girlfriend is sweeter than a sugar cube

　Kiyotaka Ayanokoji.

　That's the name I was given as an individual.

　Until I was a freshman in high school, I thought that life had only two colors: black and white.

　White stars and black stars.

　Winners and losers.

　Those two choices were the only choices I was allowed to make.

　I thought that was a normal family environment.

　I never even suspected that this was not a normal life.

　It was a world that was not particularly interesting, neither sweet nor bitter.

　Even these impressions were added after the fact.

　Realizing the strangeness of the environment I had been living in, I began to feel a kind of emptiness.

　I was trapped in this environment, and nothing interesting was going to happen in my life anyway.

　No matter how many victories I won, my heart was never satisfied.

　I had thought that being a loser might change things, but I couldn't even lose easily.

　I had been a winner for years, and the taste of victory was ingrained in my body before I could even think about it, and my body would not allow me to lose.

　So, the only way to change myself was to distance myself from that environment.

　After researching my age and the common sense of the world, I entered an high school.

　The change came after Golden Week had passed.

　It was the day of a ball game tournament.

　It was a sunny, cloudless day.

　An event like a ball game is something that can add color to my life. However, ball games, which can be categorized as physical activities, I have been experienced in institutions and it do not give me a sense of novelty beyond a certain limit.

　The gymnasium and playground were abuzz with people cheering and yelling.

　I didn't want to join in, so I left the hustle and bustle.

　I didn't know how to get into the right circle.

I didn't know what to do.　

"What, are you skipping school too?"

　There was a bench by the vending machine.

　There was a female student sitting there.

　I think her name is  Kei Karuizawa.

　She is not wearing a gym uniform.

　Her hair color and makeup were gaudy for a high school student. Her hair was dyed in a way that reminded me of moonlight, and danced in a shuffle around the back of her head.

　We were in the same grade, but I had never spoken to her before.

　I was being talked to by Karuizawa.

　As she was wondering what she should say to me, Karuizawa looked down at her hand.

　She immediately looked me in the eye.

"Do you want half of this ice cream?"

"Is that okay?"

　The ice cream she offered me was the type that could be split in half, and one half was still in her mouth.

　Despite its appearance, I could keep looking at it with my glowing eyes.

"It's okay. Actually, I couldn't eat this much."

　Karuizawa smiled at me with just her eyes.

　I wondered what kind of meaning was contained in that expression.

　But at this moment, I can say that this was our first conversation - and the beginning of a daily routine that was as sweet as ice cream and was about to melt.

To be continued...