Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. The prodigal genius of the 4th Generation White Room, feared and respected among those who know the extent of his abilities.
Will anyone from outside the White Room be able to match the Monster himself?
I do not own Classroom...
The Ayanokoji Group has gathered at the Pallet, and we were beginning our second session of the hour after the short break that Haruka insisted on taking.
"How do you even drink coffee that sweet?" Akito asked, astonished. "Like, I can literally see the sugar in your coffee."
"I don't understand how you drink it completely black," Haruka said with an air of superiority. "What the hell even is black coffee? It's a gift from hell."
"It's got it own perks," Akito replied. "Unlike sweet coffee. Once something becomes sweet, literally everything tastes the same. Did you know that if you held your nose, you wouldn't be able to distinguish between sweet tea and sweet coffee? But it wouldn't work for bitter tea."
"Come on, Miyacchi! I was just kidding!" Haruka replied. "And I'm pretty sure that you're just messing around with me."
"Nope, it's true," Yukimura spoke up. "And now we must study."
"2 more minutes?"
"Study."
"One more minute?"
"Study."
"Jeez, okay," Haruka said in an annoyed voice. "Just a sec, though. I'll go and get a refill of my coffe--- WOAH!"
Haruka tripped on her own foot as she got up from her chair, and the empty paper cup rolled onto the floor, landing next to another person's foot.
"I'm sorry! I'll pick that up---"
The next moment, said foot squashed the cup, and Haruka looked up in indignation.
There stood the Class C Leader Ryuuen Kakeru, along with his three lackeys Ishizaki, Komiya and Kondo. There was another girl who kept herself behind Ishizaki, but the expression on her face was completely calm.
"Why did you do that!?" Haruka asked angrily.
"I thought you were gonna trash that," Ryuuen snickered. "So I made it easier to trash for you." Saying so, he kicked the cup towards our table, its little liquid contents spilling out onto the floor.
The commotion had attracted the attention of a few students inside the café, and they were curiously watching our table.
"Stop it, Ryuuen. You can go and boss around somewhere else," Akito said scathingly.
"Huh!? Who do you think you are, punk?" Ishizaki grabbed hold of Akito's collar, and threatened him. "Watch what comes out of your mouth."
"Oh, look. Ryuuen's servants. Better run for my life." Akito continued his onslaught.
