Yandere Ojou-sama!

Ever since I first saw Akira back in middle-high school, I was fascinated with her. Not just look, but everything. The way she holds herself, her aura, and her charm which makes people glance at her despite not intending, her voice or those eyes. I fell in love with each and every part of hers.

By the time I started hating her because of childish reasons which I never tried to investigate, the memories of the perfect Akira slowly began to fade in my perception. And as soon I left school and my parents abandoned me, I mostly forgot the reason why I loved Akira.

However now when I started to interact with some recent days, despite not being in the same manner as in the past, I steadily began to remember why Akira was the one in whom I found my first love.

Just like now, when she entered the classroom, after just some moments I walked in.

A wave of peculiar sensation washed over not only me but probably everyone else as they gazed at the figure walking inside with such elegance that made me feel she was under some sort of spotlight.

I was admiring her beauty just like in the morning with my butt yet to rest on my seat, when I suddenly saw everyone getting up from their chairs and greeting Akira in unison.

""Good morning, President.""

The gesture was synced and so profound that it made me tremble and feel the utter respect they carry for Akira—The Student Council President.

Being delegated with such a role was no joke since this academy not only foresees one's academic score and consistency of presence but the other attributes like sports and extra curriculum as well.

I do not have a full grasp on the requirement to become a council president but whatever it was, I can only expect Akira to be in such a role.

"Morning."

Replying curtly Akira moved toward the first seat of the second last column where I was given a seat.

Even for a second, I found her glancing in my direction which made me startled for a bit. Not because she gazed at me, but the look her eyes carried.

Maybe I was overthinking but somehow in that half a second under her gaze I felt a chilly breeze running down my back. Like I have somehow made her mood awful.

Well, I haven't done anything since morning so I was sure that I was mindlessly making up things.

I shrugged and sat on the chair designated before I began to explore the things resting over my desk.

The desk was about 5 × 3 ft in size with half of the portion given to a digital board and the rest was left for manual work. There was enough space to stretch my legs inside my seat with long and short sliding drawers for my stationary and books.

There was a hook given inside the seat and given the space for a student, I can easily hang my bag without feeling cramped at all.

Seeing everyone opting for the digital screen, I frowned my brows as I also tried to log in but it was asking for ID and password. I thought carefully about whether I was provided with anything like this, but nothing came up.

I pondered and glanced around me, however, everyone was already pretty much engaged in their work signifying I missed my chance to see how they logged in.

Feeling the complexity arising I thought to wait and ask the teacher, even if it might sound embarrassing. I mean most, if not everyone in the class is more or less part of the Academy since very early except for me.

If I would have a little bit smart then I might have asked the reception lady in the office whether there was anything complicated I should be aware of. But alas...

"Student code is your ID. Put it and the system will ask for you to create a password."

Hearing the sound of rescue I turned my head to my left and found a stern-looking girl sitting there with her eyes fixated on her work.

To be honest, her silver short hair along with her blue eyes gave an impression of cool beauty and along with such a serious personality, I found myself dazed a little there. However, I have attained enough training to not make my gaze obvious and collect myself soon before it becomes disrespectful.

"Thank you."

I thanked the girl, before typing my student's unique code on the first bracket. As soon as I did, the system recognized me as newly enrolled and asked me to fill in some detail along with a password.

I simply put in the password I generally do, when it suddenly hit me.

'Man...I never grew up eh...'

Just like every other simp out there, I extracted Akira's birthday while I was in middle high and used to put her birth date and month as my password for social networking sites, etc.

I somehow grew accustomed to using the four digits without sometimes realizing why and how come I got so fond of these numbers.

But now when I was so close to her, the memories resurfaced once again, as I stared at the screen in front with a silly smile plastered on my lips.

2507.

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A/N:- Forgive me for the short chapter. The following scenarios are better off written together. I will be back with a new chapter may be quicker this time.

It depends on the audience so let's see~