Classroom of the elite one shots

Noting much,Author going crazy again..

"My body. Maybe that's not so bad."

　kei was having a dream.
　It was the dream of the first time she had met Kiyotaka.
　It was a memory of the first time she had seen a glimpse of him.

　At the time, she knew nothing about him.
　Fear had taken over her and she had no time to think.
　She was so busy protecting the reality in front of her that She had no choice but to follow his words.
　It wasn't a choice.
　But as it turned out, it was a choice.
　The one and only one that led her to where She is today.
　When She think about it, She want to praise herself for that moment.
　Though she was frightened.
　She know now that She made the right choice, and it doesn't matter now.

　In her dream, he was giving her a cold look.
　It was unusual for him to do that.
　So she now know that it was an act.
　The memory that was burned into her mind along with the fear was so vivid that it would never disappear.
　She was glad that she could still remember it clearly.

　His hand touched her thigh.
　It was definitely in the past, though.
　She was so busy trying to escape that she couldn't remember the feeling.
　The fear of being raped had taken over her mind and body, and she was innocent.
　But still.
　She recalls the moment when he touched her again and again.
　She tries to touch the same spot herself.
　
　It's impossibly hot.
　Her heart begins to wish for the impossible.
　What if she could go back to the person she was then?
　What if She could tell the person she was back then?
　She would never forget the feel of his touch on her skin.
　Even if it was an act, he had touched her bare skin in the basement of that ship.

　Then, unconsciously, she crawls her hand to her side of her scar.
　She doesn't feel the physical pain anymore.
　Instead, she felt a different kind of pain in her chest.
　As a woman.
　Her body was scarred.
　It's impossible not to feel misery about that.
　Anyone would feel uncomfortable if they have scar on their body.
　No, it's not.
　Even if the other person doesn't think so, there is nothing She can do.
　No matter how unreasonable it was, no matter if it was not her fault the fact that she was the one who was hated by people to the point of being hurt like that.
　It was still there, deep inside her.
　She doesn't know why, but maybe she has a talent for making people feel uncomfortable.
　When she starts to think like that, the wound on her side starts to heat up.
　Hot. Like it was burning. Like it burns.
　It was still raw, and the pain was starting to throb.
　She closes it with her hand.
　When she pressed down on it with her clothes, another hand wrapped around it.

"So this is it. Your darkness."

　Was this what his voice sounded like?
　Did it have such a gentle ring to it?
　The Kiyotaka in her memory.
　Perhaps it was more inorganic.
　Still, in her mind, his voice was sweet and melted her heart.
　She doesn't believe in the world's idea of kindness.
　In fact, it's worse.
　He gave me a promise that was not so vague, but certain.
　He was the first person who needed me.
　Even if he had approached me with the intention of using me from the beginning.
　I was happy that he thought I was worth using.
　Even though I knew who I really was.
　He was the only one who saw the value in me, the one who had only been hated and hurt by others.

(I wish I could touch ......... ............)

　(I want him to touch me. ) Was it me in my dream or in real life that thought that?
　Kei wondered absentmindedly as she held her side.
　Though she was over her clothes at that time.
　What if Kiyotaka's hand had touched her directly here?
　Just thinking about it made the pain fade away as if it was being purified.
　The heat that should have been there cooled quickly, just like his eyes.
　The past just became the past and disappeared.

(Even if it was an act. .........)

　I try to fantasize about the rest of it.
　After his hand touched her thigh.
　Furthermore, that hand was moved to her  part.
　He gently traced the top of her underwear.
　Again and again his fingers moved back and forth
　She was getting wetter and wetter.
　Eventually, his hand moved inside and ............

"I can't do this anymore... ！！！！！！"

　She couldn't stand the embarrassment, and screamed.
　When she opened her eyes, She was in her own room.
　Of course, there was no one else in the room.
　Yes, she was dreaming.
　She should have known that.
　For some reason, She couldn't understand why She was awake, so She let herself fall asleep for a few minutes.

　Her body can't tell the difference between a dream and reality, so it can't be helped.
　 She says so, but squeezes her cheeks to resist her embarrassment.
　She could feel her body temperature rising.
　She shake her head as if to shake it off, and head for the bathroom.
　She set the temperature a little lower and took a quick shower, which cleared her head a little.
　What a dream.
     It was so real that She couldn't help but try to trace the memory of the dream.
　Or maybe it was because her body remembered how good it felt.
　She splashed the shower directly on her face, trying to counteract the sensation that was about to come to her in a panic.

　She probably knew why.
　It was because of the rumors she had heard at the camp( volume-8)
　It had come out of nowhere, and Kei had heard it too.
　The name "Ayanokoji" was heard everywhere, and although it was mainly a rumor among the boys, it was impossible not to be curious.
　And what she found out about it was too much of a shock for her to ..........
　She was so shocked by what she found out that she kept thinking about it until just before she fell asleep in bed.
　She couldn't say what she was really thinking, so the fantasy in her head never stopped, and as she kept on repeating such trivial things as whether she could accept it, how much it would hurt, and blushing, she fell asleep before she knew it.
　
It's not like She is lusting after Kiyotaka or anything!
She can feel her body getting hot again.

　Her mind and body never seem to cool down.
   Mommy how did you meet daddy for the first time.?

Never to be continued ....