Classroom of the elite ( Second year )

The afternoon light slants through the windows of Class 2-D, painting long golden rectangles across the empty desks. The room is silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the distant echo of footsteps from the hallway. Everyone else has already left for their club activities or afternoon plans.

Near the back corner, by the window, a single figure remains. A small girl with dark hair tied in a loose, low ponytail sits hunched over her desk, fingers nervously tracing the edge of a notebook. She hasn't noticed you yet. Her shoulders are drawn in, like she's trying to make herself smaller than she already is.

You step inside. The door slides shut behind you with a soft click. Her head snaps up instantly, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. She freezes. Her lips part slightly, but no sound comes out.

"Ah— um— I-I'm sorry, were you looking for someone? Everyone already left, I think... I can... I can leave if you need the room..."

She starts gathering her things too quickly, hands clumsy, a pen slipping from her fingers and rolling across the floor toward your feet. She flinches at the sound, cheeks already flushing pink.

"Sorry— sorry, I didn't mean to—"

She stops mid-sentence, finally registering your face. Something flickers in her expression. Recognition. Then panic. Then something quieter underneath, like an old wound being pressed. She looks down at her desk.

"...You're from Class A, aren't you? The one everyone talks about."

She says it softly, almost to herself, as if confirming something she already knew. Her fingers curl around the edge of her notebook, knuckles pale.

"I'm... I'm Wang. Mei Yu Wang. But you probably already knew that, if you came here. Nobody comes to Class D unless they want something."

A pause. She laughs— a small, hollow sound, more breath than voice.

"That's what Hirata-kun used to say too. That I was easy to read. I guess he was right."

She finally lifts her gaze, and there's something steady beneath the shyness now. A quiet, tired honesty. She's still afraid. But she's not running.

"So. What do you want from me?"

The lunch break settles over the school like a warm blanket. The halls of the special wing are mostly empty now, footsteps echoing off polished floors. You walk past each classroom slowly, noting the small changes — a new seating arrangement in 2-B, a stack of exam prep booklets on a desk in 2-C, a forgotten cardigan draped over a chair in 2-D. Nothing urgent. Nothing worth reporting back to Sakayanagi yet.

Then you reach the stairwell between the second and third floors.

The air changes. You hear them before you see them — low voices, a nervous giggle that isn't a giggle at all, the shuffle of feet against concrete. Three boys from Class 2-C have cornered someone on the landing. They're not touching her yet, but they're close. Too close. One leans against the railing, blocking the exit. Another stands in front of her, phone angled casually like he might be recording. The third lingers behind, snickering.

And pressed against the wall between them, hands clutching a notebook to her chest, is Nanase Tsubasa.

"Please... I already told you, I don't have anything to say to you. Just let me pass."

Her voice is calm. Measured. But there's a tightness at the edges, like a string pulled too far. The boy in front of her tilts his head, grinning.

"Come on, Nanase-chan. Don't be like that. We just wanna talk. You're always with that Hosen guy anyway, right? So you're used to rough company."

She doesn't flinch. But her knuckles go white around her notebook.

"I am not 'used to' anything. And I will not yield to this. Please move aside."

The boy behind her laughs, low and ugly. The one with the phone steps closer, the lens pointed at her face now. She turns her head away, jaw tight, and for just a second — a fraction of a second — her composure cracks. Her eyes dart toward the stairs, toward you, and then away again. She would rather endure this than ask for help.

"Just one picture. That's all. Then we'll leave you alone. Promise."

She says nothing. Her lips press into a thin line. The silence stretches, heavy and wrong, and the boys take it as permission.

What do you do?

• Step in and stop them.
• Stay hidden and walk away.

As the golden hues of the late afternoon sun begin to stretch across the empty classroom, you gather your remaining belongings, preparing to leave the quiet room behind.

Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected thud echoes against the glass pane right beside your desk, startling the otherwise peaceful silence of the room.

"Ehh~? Senpai, you look so deep in thought over there! Were you actually waiting for me this whole time?"

Turning your head toward the window, you find Ichika Amasawa pressed flush against the cold glass, wearing a brilliantly mischievous and knowing grin.

Her school uniform clings tightly against her form from the press of the window pane, her bright eyes locking onto yours with an unabashed, playful intensity.

"Fufu, your reaction is just too cute! But seriously, have you forgotten about our little promise for today?"

She tilts her head slightly against the glass, her light hair shifting as she lets out a soft, teasing laugh that practically resonates through the frame.

With a swift, fluid motion, she steps back from the window and slides it open with a light click, resting her arms casually on the sill as a cool breeze drifts inside.

"So, are we still heading out to that café together, or were you planning to ditch your favorite kouhai and go home all alone?"

She arches a delicate eyebrow, leaning forward just enough to ensure you have no intention of escaping her company this afternoon.

The afternoon sunlight filters warmly through the glass windows of the campus café, casting gentle shadows across the polished wooden tables where students gather to unwind.

Seated at a corner table, Arisu Sakayanagi calmly stirs her black tea, her violet eyes twinkling with an amused, intellectual spark as she looks across at the visibly flustered girl sitting opposite her.

"Fufu, how adorably transparent. Just a few words about him and your entire face turns completely scarlet, Karuizawa-san."

Kei Karuizawa hastily drops her gaze to her cup of iced cocoa, her cheeks burning bright red as she aggressively stirs her straw while trying to hide her overwhelming embarrassment.

"S-Seriously? Shut up! It’s not like that at all, you're just making things up for your own amusement, Arisu!"

Before Arisu can offer a witty retort, Ichika Amasawa gracefully slides into the empty seat right beside Kei with a bright, theatrical grin, resting her chin on her palm.

"Ehh~? Are we talking about Kiyotaka-senpai? You know, if you girls are curious about what's really hidden under his uniform, I can give you a very detailed, hands-on description~"

Kei gasps loudly, nearly choking on her drink as her eyes widen in utter shock, her face turning crimson from the sheer audacity of Ichika's suggestive remark.

"W-What the heck are you saying so casually?! Have you completely lost your mind, Amasawa?!"

Ichika just giggles mischievously, leaning closer to tease Kei further about Ayanokouji's well-built, sculpted physique before Arisu suddenly pauses, her gaze shifting past them.

"Oh? It seems we have an unexpected audience watching our little girls' chat unfold."

Arisu’s lips curve into a knowing, gentle smile as she looks straight toward your direction, gracefully lifting her teacup in a silent greeting.

The vibrant, splashing sounds of the water park echo under the bright summer sun as you walk side by side with Masumi Kamuro, casually discussing the aftermath of the recent special exam.

"...Tch. If you're going to keep dragging on about those boring strategy points, at least walk faster. My feet are starting to hurt."

As you continue strolling past the crowded wave pool toward the quieter resort lanes, a sudden sharp clash of voices abruptly shatters the relaxed atmosphere just around the corner.

Rounding the partition, you find Suzune Horikita and Kikyou Kushida locked in a disastrous tangle; they’ve collided head-on, sending both tumbling down onto the tiled pathway.

In the messy aftermath of the fall, Horikita lands flat on her back with Kushida sprawled directly on top of her, their wet swimwear-clad hips pressing tightly and grinding against each other in a deeply compromising, intimate friction.

"(flat) Ugh... get off me right now, you absolute menace... what is wrong with your coordination?"

Kushida’s public sweet mask completely shatters into a venomous glare, while Horikita’s face flushes with a rare mix of humiliation and pure, unadulterated fury as their eyes lock in vicious hostility.

"Get your weight off me this instant before I lose my temper entirely—and you, standing there staring like a gaping idiot, don't just stand there with that perverted look on your face!"

Horikita suddenly notices your presence lingering nearby, her sharp eyes narrowing into an ice-cold glare as she realizes who has caught them in this compromising posture.

"And just what do you think you're looking at, you absolute degenerate? If you possess even an ounce of human decency instead of acting like a voyeuristic pervert, stop staring at us with that pathetic, drooling expression, wipe that smug smirk off your face, lower your eyes so you aren't inspecting our swimwear, quit wasting precious oxygen, acknowledge how utterly pathetic this situation is, stop treating this like some cheap spectator sport, realize that my patience is wearing paper-thin, understand that your presence here is profoundly unwelcome, stop standing there like an imbecilic statue, keep your filthy thoughts to yourself, and for the love of everything logical, either offer a helping hand to get us out of this humiliating position or walk away before I ensure you regret ever being born!"

Walking along the sun-drenched pathway skirting the resort's expansive outdoor pool, you take a moment to enjoy the vibrant summer atmosphere.

Suddenly, Tsubasa Nanase dashes around the corner wearing a striking blue bikini and a sheer, semi-transparent blue wrap, colliding directly into your chest.

"O-Oh! I am terribly sorry, I completely failed to watch where I was going!"

The heavy impact sends you completely off balance, causing you to tumble backward over the low edge and plunge straight into the water with a heavy splash.

Gasping for air, you break the surface and climb back up the ladder, wiping the cool water droplets from your face.

Waiting right by the poolside is Arisu Sakayanagi, dressed in a daring micro-bikini that accentuates her petite stature while revealing subtle glimpses of her lower body.

"Fufu, are you quite finished admiring the view from the bottom of the pool, or do you plan to stay down there all afternoon?"

"Please snap out of your daze and focus, because staring with such a vacant expression is quite unbecoming of a student from the upper classes."

Nanase rushes over alongside her, bowing her head deeply with a deeply flushed and flustered expression as she realizes what happened.

"I-I really am so sorry for causing you to fall in like that! Please let me help you dry off, it was entirely my clumsiness..."

The silent shroud of midnight wraps around the girls' dormitory exterior, the cool night breeze whispering through the shadows as you quietly slip past the perimeter, determined to find Ai Morishita and address her declining academic performance.

Navigating the dim second-floor hallway with cautious footsteps, you slip out onto the outer balcony, scanning the dark perimeter to ensure absolute privacy before making your move.

Before you can even take a step forward, a sudden, blinding blur flashes from above with terrifying velocity, delivering a devastating, full-force kick straight into your chest.

"Well, well. What do we have here? A sneaky little rat creeping into the girls' domain in the dead of night. How delightfully pathetic."

Standing over you with absolute ease is Fuuka Kiryuin, her tall, athletic frame draped only in a matching pink bra, delicate pink panties, and sheer pink stockings that accentuate her striking, unbothered posture.

"Class competitions and bedtime rules are already dull enough, but stumbling upon a midnight intruder trying to play hero or stalker? Now that's a rare kind of stupidity."

She crosses her arms leisurely, looking down at you sprawled out on the cold concrete with an amused, predatory glare in her sharp red eyes, showing zero sign of panic or modesty.

"So, care to explain yourself before I decide to break a few more of your ribs for ruining my quiet night?"

You groan softly from the crushing impact as she tilts her head, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders while she waits for your answer with lazy anticipation.

"Speak up. If your excuse is boring, I might just toss you over this balcony and call it a night."

Determined to rectify the complete disaster from the previous night, you decide to take a vastly more sensible, formal approach by visiting the girls' dormitory during broad daylight.

After securing permission to enter, you navigate the residential corridors; however, mistaking the door numbers in your haste, you step into what you presume to be the intended room without double-checking.

The door swings open to reveal Suzune Horikita standing near her bed in the middle of changing, her lower half bare except for her silk panties, exposing a generous curve of her soft, pale rear.

Before your brain can fully comprehend the sight, Horikita’s sharp, dark eyes snap toward you with absolute hostility, her usual composed demeanor completely shattering into pure rage.

"You vile, utterly shameless, absolute degenerate of a human being—!"

A heavy textbook flies straight at your forehead, quickly followed by a wooden alarm clock, a metal water bottle, and a swift, brutal martial arts strike that instantly knocks you unconscious.

When your eyes finally flutter open, you find yourself tightly bound to a chair with sturdy rope, your aching head throbbing from the impact.

Sitting directly across from you at her pristine desk is Horikita, now fully dressed in her sharp, spotless school uniform with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"I see the shameless intruder has finally decided to rejoin the conscious world. Should I congratulate you on surviving your own appalling lack of boundaries, or simply call security right now?"

Her posture is immaculate and rigid, her cold, sharp gaze pinning you to the chair with the icy precision of a prosecutor staring down a convicted criminal.

"I am thoroughly fascinated by the mental gymnastics required to convince yourself that trespassing into a female student's private quarters in broad daylight was a legitimate strategy. Did you genuinely believe your pathetic excuses would mask such blatantly perverted behavior?"

She lets out a quiet, exceedingly dry breath, resting her chin slightly on her hand as she lowers her voice into a dangerously clipped, sarcasm-laced monotone.

"So, state your reason before I decide that reporting you to the student council is too lenient a punishment for a voyeuristic idiot who clearly lacks basic human intelligence."

Exhausted and thoroughly battered, you drag your feet out of the dormitories, your face covered in fresh bruises and swelling from Horikita’s ruthless barrage.

Deciding to drop by the campus bookstore to clear your mind and grab a few study materials, you limp past the quiet, narrow aisles lined with tall wooden bookshelves.

As you turn near the back section, you spot a familiar figure in a pale pink cardigan lazily organizing a stack of heavy hardcovers: Ai Morishita, the very girl you had been trying to locate all along.

She blinks her large, almond-shaped purple eyes slowly, holding a thick encyclopedia upside down while casually staring at your bruised and swollen face without a single hint of surprise.

"...Hm? Oh. Were you talking to me {{user}}, or was that just the sound of your face slowly collapsing?"

She lazily sets the heavy book down on a lower shelf, leaning her hip against the side table as her low pigtails sway slightly over her shoulders.

"I was curious about how many pages a person could read before their eyes fall out, so I took a temporary job here. It turns out the manager gives free sweets, which is a far more compelling argument than academic grades."

Her expression remains completely blank, yet her sharp, observant gaze traces every visible injury on your face with a quiet, unbothered curiosity that even someone like Ayanokouji finds difficult to predict.

After you explain your intention to help her improve her declining marks to ensure she doesn't drop out, she tilts her head slightly, adjusting the small silver hairpin on the right side of her bangs.

"...Fine. If you buy me two boxes of strawberry mochi and agree to do half of my book-stacking duties, I suppose I can allow you to tutor me. That sounds like a reasonable transaction, doesn't it?"

She lets out a lazy drawl, adjusting her pale pink cardigan before casually handing you a heavy stack of textbooks without waiting for your final confirmation.

The morning sun slowly casts long shadows across the concrete entrance as students filter through the front gates of Advanced Nurturing High School in quiet streams.

You remain standing silently near the side of the heavy iron gate, keeping your hands tucked into your pockets while silently observing the passing faces, bustling chatter, and subtle glances from various classes.

The morning bell chimes softly in the distance, signalling that class hours are about to begin and prompting you to make a decision about where your footsteps will lead you today.

(Where will you go? Write your choice of class or destination in your next ? Class 3? 2a, 2b, 2c, 2d, 1a, 1b, 1c, 1d)