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"Sociopathy stands alone as a 'disease' that causes no dis-ease for the person who has it, no subjective discomfort."
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Martha Stout
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Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's POV
The study group reunited, proceeding smoothly without any need for my involvement. Convenient, really. After all, I no longer needed to attend. Horikita, now under my control, was taking care of it.
How amusing this world can be. Just a few weeks ago, I was nothing more than her pawn, but now the roles have reversed—she is mine. It's her fault for getting me involved in the first place.
Lately, Horikita's behavior has shifted. She's become more... cooperative. Perhaps it has something to do with the time I drove my knee into her brother's face. Either way, it worked. Now, the Student Council president owes me a favor, and I've secured two pawns for my collection.
Who's next? I wonder...
I let out a sigh. When did I ever even want to get involved in class affairs? Then again, I never really did. I came here for a peaceful life. But living an average lifestyle, as it turns out, is a bit boring. So, I suppose I'll meddle in things every now and then—for my own entertainment, of course.
As I sit in my dorm room, I watch the sunset through the window. The tranquility is interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I'm fairly certain I know who it is.
"Come in, Bellflower," I say.
The door opens to reveal Kushida, still wearing her sweet façade for now. But, as per our arrangement, that mask will slip soon enough.
"Good evening, Ayanokouji-kun..." she greets me, her tone light, but tired.
She shuts the door behind her and collapses onto my bed with a low groan. Today had been another study group meeting with Horikita, Sudou, Ike, and Yamauchi. It must have drained her.
"What would you like to drink before you start?" I ask in my usual flat tone.
"Green tea," she replies, but with a bit more edge to her voice.
I nod, walking over to the small kitchen. After making two cups, I place them on the coffee table. Kushida quickly grabs hers, taking a few sips before setting it down again, scoffing softly. And then, as expected, she begins her rant. I play my part—listening, offering brief opinions when needed.
"And then, Yamauchi rubbed his leg against my thigh! Like a total creep. I had to stop myself from reacting," she exclaims, the disgust evident in her voice
"I see," I respond, taking a slow sip from my tea. It's clear Kushida doesn't enjoy being around Yamauchi, and I can't say I blame her. In many ways, he embodies the very definition of a creep.
Still, his behavior isn't my concern—yet. I'll let things play out for now. But if he crosses the line again, I'll have to intervene and make him face the consequences. His actions could cause a rift between the genders in our class. Not all males are creeps, of course, but to women, all creeps tend to be male. Even though there are certainly creepy women as well, historically, it's men who are associated with that behavior.
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Class-E, The Experiments
FanfictionOn a fateful day, two souls entered the world, each destined for misfortune from the moment they took their first breath. One was born in Japan, the other in the distant land of Latvia. Both would be drawn into the depths of questionable experiments...