Living in a Disaster and The classroom Warden

If I thought things couldn’t get worse…

I was wrong.

I stood in the living room.

My former living room.

Now a battlefield of science equipment, emotional instability, and poor life choices.

“…This is my life now,” I muttered.

Aoi stood nearby, calmly writing in her notebook like nothing was wrong.

Nanami stood across from her, arms crossed, already acting like she owned the place.

And in the middle of it all—

“…So you’re really staying?” Hikari asked, eyes sparkling.

“…No.”

Nanami answered immediately.

Silence.

“…No?” Hikari blinked.

Nanami turned toward her.

Cold.

Direct.

Absolute.

“You will return to your dormitory.”

“…But—”

“No.”

“…But this is clearly an important romantic development—”

“It is not.”

“…A turning point in their relationship—”

“It is not.”

“…A critical moment in their emotional growth—”

“It is not.”

“…A love triangle—”

“IT IS NOT.”

I pointed at Nanami.

“THANK YOU.”

Hikari looked between the three of us.

Slowly.

Processing.

“…I see.”

Oh no.

She’s thinking again.

“…Then I will observe from a distance.”

“NO YOU WON’T.”

Nanami stepped forward.

Her presence alone shutting everything down.

“You will return to your dormitory.”

“…Understood.”

Hikari bowed slightly.

Then looked at me.

“…Stay strong.”

“…Why does that sound like a goodbye before war?”

“…Love is a battlefield.”

“THERE IS NO LOVE.”

She gave one final, meaningful nod.

Then turned…

And left.

The door closed behind her.

Silence.

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“…She’s going to come back, isn’t she?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Nanami replied immediately.

“…Great.”

Nanami turned toward me.

“Now.”

Uh oh.

“Get ready for class.”

“…Class?”

“Yes.”

“…Today?”

“…Obviously.”

“…After everything that just happened?”

“Yes.”

“…I almost got dissected.”

“That is not an excuse.”

“…I got body-slammed.”

“That is also not an excuse.”

“…My house was taken over.”

“That is now your reality.”

“…I hate this school.”

“Move.”

“…Yes, President.”

I turned to leave.

Then paused.

“…Wait.”

Nanami narrowed her eyes slightly.

“What.”

I pointed behind her.

“…What about Aoi?”

Aoi didn’t even look up from her notebook.

“…What about me?” she said calmly.

“…Is she coming to class too?”

Nanami didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

“…No?”

“She is a special case.”

“…Special how?”

Nanami crossed her arms.

“Due to her intellectual standing and national recognition…”

“…Okay?”

“She is exempt from standard attendance requirements.”

“…YOU’RE JOKING.”

“She attends classes only when she chooses to.”

“…THAT’S NOT FAIR.”

Aoi flipped a page in her notebook.

“It is efficient.”

“…I’M STARTING TO HATE THAT WORD AGAIN.”

Nanami stepped toward the door.

“Enough talking.”

“…She gets to stay here and experiment on things—probably me—and I have to go to class?”

“Yes.”

“…This is discrimination.”

“No.”

“…It feels like discrimination.”

“Move.”

“…Yes, President.”

And just like that—

I was being sent back into the battlefield known as school…

While the most dangerous person in the building—

Stayed home.

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…

“…I’m definitely coming back to a worse situation.”

I walked into class.

Alive.

Barely.

“…Normal,” I muttered to myself. “I just need one normal moment.”

The classroom was quiet.

Elegant.

Refined.

Like everything else in this school.

Girls sat perfectly upright.

Books neatly arranged.

Posture flawless.

And the moment I stepped in—

Every single one of them turned to look at me.

“…Nope.”

Whispers immediately started spreading.

“That’s him…”

“The boy…”

“I heard he lives with two girls now…”

“Isn’t that against the rules?”

“…It is,” I muttered. “And I’m the one getting punished for it.”

I made my way to my seat.

Carefully.

Cautiously.

Like I was walking through a minefield.

And just as I sat down—

“Ren Arakawa.”

…Great.

I looked up.

And saw her.

Standing at the front of the classroom.

Long, perfectly straight black hair.

Sharp, composed eyes.

Flawless posture.

She looked like she walked straight out of a royal portrait.

No—

Not royal.

Perfect.

“My name is Rina Takayuki.”

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…

Wait.

“…Takayuki?” I repeated.

Her gaze shifted to me.

Cold.

Evaluating.

“Yes.”

Oh no.

“…As in THE Takayuki family?”

“Yes.”

I slowly turned my head.

“…There’s two of you?”

“…Problem?” she asked calmly.

“…Yes.”

She ignored me.

Of course she did.

“I have been assigned as your academic supervisor.”

“…My what?”

“Your academic supervisor.”

“…Why do I need one of those?”

“Because your presence is considered an academic anomaly.”

“…I’m just a guy.”

“That is the anomaly.”

“…I’m gonna cry.”

She walked closer.

Each step precise.

Controlled.

Perfect.

“I have reviewed your academic records.”

“…And?”

She paused.

“…They are below the academy’s standard.”

“…That’s harsh.”

“It is factual.”

“…You’re harsh.”

She adjusted her posture slightly.

“I do not deal in emotions.”

“…You sound like Aoi.”

“I am nothing like her.”

“…That’s good.”

She leaned slightly closer.

Her eyes narrowing just a bit.

“You will improve.”

“…Or?”

“You will fall behind.”

“…And?”

“You will become a liability.”

“…And?”

“…You will be removed.”

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“…WHY DOES EVERYTHING END WITH ME GETTING REMOVED?!”

She straightened.

Completely unfazed.

“Your survival here depends on your performance.”

“…My survival depends on EVERYTHING apparently.”

She turned.

Walking back to the front.

“We will begin immediately.”

“…Immediately?”

“Yes.”

“…I just got here.”

“That is irrelevant.”

“…This school is insane.”

And just like that—

I had gained another problem.

A perfect, emotionless, high-status girl…

Who was now watching me.

Judging me.

And apparently responsible for my future.

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“…I’m surrounded by monsters.”

I watched her walk back to the front of the classroom.

Perfect posture.

Perfect steps.

Perfect everything.

“…Yeah,” I muttered under my breath.

“I’m definitely failing this class.”

“Correct.”

“…WAIT YOU HEARD THAT?!”

Rina didn’t even turn around.

“I hear everything.”

“…That’s terrifying.”

“It is efficient.”

“…You and Aoi would get along.”

Silence.

“…We would not.”

“…That’s exactly what someone who would get along with Aoi would say.”

She ignored me.

Of course she did.

“Open your textbook.”

“…Which one?”

She paused.

“…You don’t know?”

“…There’s like twelve books on this desk.”

Silence.

Then—

“I see.”

Oh no.

That “I see” again.

That’s never good.

“You are worse than expected.”

“…I JUST GOT HERE.”

“That is not an excuse.”

“…Everyone in this school hates excuses.”

“Correct.”

I opened a random book.

“…Is this right?”

She glanced at it.

“…No.”

I closed it.

Opened another.

“…This one?”

“…Also no.”

“…I’m gonna drop out.”

“You are not allowed to.”

“…Of course I’m not.”

Time passed.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Rina stood at the front.

Teaching.

Explaining.

Destroying my confidence with every sentence.

“Your answer is incorrect.”

“…I tried.”

“That is irrelevant.”

“…You’re ruthless.”

“That is efficient.”

“…I’m starting to hate that word again.”

And just as I was about to mentally give up—

The classroom door slammed open.

“…I KNEW IT.”

“REN!”

I dropped my pencil.

“…Why is she here.”

Hikari stood in the doorway.

Breathing slightly heavier again.

Eyes shining.

“…I had another vision.”

“…I don’t want to hear it.”

She stepped inside.

“…You struggling academically…”

“…Yes.”

“…a cold, distant girl guiding you…”

“…YES.”

“…her harsh words hiding a soft heart…”

“…NO.”

“…your hands brushing as she helps you—”

“…STOP TALKING.”

“…your eyes meeting—”

“…DON’T YOU DARE—”

THUD.

The world flipped.

Again.

“…I GIVE UP.”

I was on the floor.

Again.

Rina looked down at me.

“…Pathetic.”

“…I WAS ATTACKED.”

Hikari stood there, slightly embarrassed.

“…It was instinct.”

“…YOU NEED NEW INSTINCTS.”

The classroom had gone completely silent.

Every girl was staring.

Whispering.

“He got thrown again…”

“Is this normal male behavior?”

“Is this part of the experiment?”

“…I hate this place.”

Rina adjusted her posture slightly.

“…Class will continue.”

“…I’M ON THE FLOOR.”

“…Then answer from there.”

“…YOU’RE HEARTLESS.”

After what felt like hours of suffering—

The bell rang.

Freedom.

Sweet, beautiful freedom.

I stood up slowly.

My body in pain.

My soul even worse.

“…I survived.”

“Barely,” Rina replied.

“…You didn’t have to say that.”

“You needed to hear it.”

“…You’re worse than the others.”

“I am necessary.”

“…I don’t like that answer.”

She turned to leave.

Then paused.

“…We will continue tomorrow.”

“…Of course we will.”

“And you will improve.”

“…Or I get removed?”

“…Yes.”

“…I hate this school.”

She walked away.

Hikari waved at me.

“…Stay strong.”

“…Please stop encouraging this.”

And just like that—

My school life got even worse.

I looked up at the sky.

“…Home can’t possibly be worse than this.”