My Life at School
Histori woke up to his dull, repetitive routine that he wished he could change.
As usual, he woke up five minutes before that cursed alarm clock went off. He sluggishly got up, brushed his teeth, and had his breakfast, which was essentially just coffee. He didn't even finish half the cup before pouring the rest down the kitchen sink.
He dressed in his school uniform, grabbed his bag, and left the house. It was around 7:30. The school was massive... massive in a way you couldn't imagine in terms of structure.
You might have heard Arya-Sensei's nonsense about how this damn school covers a full 2 km², or maybe even more.
The student dorms were relatively far from the school, though both the boys' and girls' dormitories were located in the same area, separated by a specific barrier.
The dormitory building was shaped like a cylinder, a truly impressive sight. The only thing you could see from the outside was reflective glass, the kind usually used for skyscrapers or significant buildings. The right half of the building was for the boys, the other half for the girls, and elevators connected the floors in between.
There were three cylindrical buildings, and you've probably figured it out, right? The dormitories were divided among the three years of this prestigious high school.
Currently, Histori was in the elevator. He was often alone, as he made it a habit to leave his apartment early to avoid the annoying crowds and any interaction with other students.
It was a wise decision on his part. Most of the time, he found himself alone in the elevator. Occasionally, someone else would join him, but not every day.
But today was different. Today, Sissica Aurora stepped into the elevator with him—the same girl from that day.
The atmosphere between them was silent. The girl offered a gentle smile and said in a sweet voice, "Good morning. I forgot to ask for your name."
Histori didn't immediately respond to her words. After a brief pause, he answered curtly, "Histori Martinez."
As the two of them stood there, watching the elevator numbers slowly change as they neared the first floor, Sissica felt slightly uncomfortable with the awkward silence. On the other hand, Histori leaned casually against the elevator wall, hands in his pockets, eyes closed.
"Umm... may I ask you something?"
Histori spoke without opening his eyes, "It's none of your business."
Sissica found herself flustered and stumbled over her words a little. Before she could clarify, he broke the silence in a cold, low voice, "You want to ask me about my inconsistent attendance, don't you?"
Sissica swallowed hard and cautiously asked, "Do you have an ability? Can you read minds?"
She stepped back as she said it, and Histori opened his eyes, speaking in a calm tone while analyzing her movements, "It seems you have an ability as well. You're pretending to act cautious just so I won't suspect you're one of the gifted, aren't you?"
Sissica's face turned red with anger, but then she froze as she realized what was happening around her. She couldn't form a coherent response to the red-eyed boy, except for two trembling words: "Who are you?" Her voice carried all the caution she could muster.
Histori replied with two words, as if mocking her, "Histori Martinez." His tone was cold, devoid of emotion or interest, and he barely looked at her while speaking, as though even talking to her was a burden he carried unwillingly.
The elevator chimed, signaling their arrival at the floor. As they exited, Histori stopped abruptly and spoke without turning to her, "I don't have an ability, and I don't read minds."
This statement was a genuine shock for the girl. She stammered in disbelief, "W-what! Then how did you know?"
Histori responded vaguely, his voice still cold, "As Sherlock Holmes says, I used my eyes and my brain."
He walked a few steps ahead of her. Sissica found herself instinctively following him, walking by his side for no apparent reason. It was obvious she wanted to say something, but her nerves got the better of her. She muttered under her breath, "Am I an open book to him, one he can read with just his eyes and brain?"
Her thoughts drifted back to her first day at school, to that sign she had seen. This wasn't the first time Histori had read her so effortlessly.
She started to think she might have been mistaken. Maybe he was just incredibly observant. But she had never met anyone with such an insane level of precision.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Histori's voice, which snapped her back to reality. "Why are you walking with me?"
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her steps faltered. She answered in a low, helpless voice, "Am I… bothering you?" Her tone was shy, almost hurt, and she looked at him with hesitation.
Histori, still looking ahead, replied, "No, I'm just asking." But inside, he was a little annoyed. The idea of someone following him—especially a pretty girl—made him feel nauseous.
If you wanted to draw attention in your class, hang out with a beautiful girl, and you'd see every pair of eyes, male and female, on you. This was the situation Histori found himself in. If he offended her, it would draw attention, but in a negative way. He resigned himself to the thought, devoid of sympathy, "It's not like luck was ever on my side. I was born without a shred of it—and without an ability, too."
Sissica finally spoke again, "I… I want to get to know you."
Histori responded bluntly, "I'm not someone worth knowing."
Sissica began to think for a moment as she studied his face, then asked softly, "Are you suffering from some sort of psychological trauma that makes you this cold?"
Histori responded quickly, "No, this is just my nature. If you don't like it, there are two girls behind us; you can join them."
Sissica turned to look behind her and scoffed, "Tsk, what?" But she did see two girls about 10 meters away. She looked back at him suspiciously and took another step back. "Hey, how did you know without even turning around? I knew you were lying. What's your ability? Does it have something to do with enhanced hearing?"
Histori sighed and replied in a calm tone, "Three questions, one answer: I simply analyzed the sound. Girls' heels are harder than boys' shoes, producing a more rhythmic and focused sound since their feet are smaller, and their steps are generally slower than those of boys."
Sissica found herself listening carefully to such an explanation. She looked back again; the two girls were indeed talking, but their voices couldn't be heard unless someone focused intently. How did he hear their footsteps from here?
She thought to herself, "Who is this guy? Is he some kind of monster or creature with abilities?"
Sissica found herself trying to analyze him just as he had done to her. She was almost convinced that he had an ability but desperately wanted to know for sure. However, trying to extract information from someone as cold and expressionless as Histori felt almost impossible.
She muttered internally, "This guy is impossible. Trying to get information from him is like trying to break through a wall with a water gun."
Histori knew her intentions but hadn't yet figured out a way to make her leave him alone. The only strategy he could think of was to remain silent and emotionally distant, a tactic that usually created a kind of emotional tension most girls hated.
Surely, the natural instincts of Sissica Aurora were screaming at her now to walk away from him.
At least, that's what Histori thought—or rather, hoped from every fiber of his being.
Eventually, Histori parted ways with her and went back to the same vending machine. After entering the school's dormitory, he bought the same drink. Once he opened the can and felt the cold aluminum in his palm, he sighed and took his first sip, saying in a low, almost sleepy tone, "Great. Now I've got someone suspicious of me—and the problem is, she's one of the prettiest girls in my class."
Histori began calculating his steps carefully. If he ran into trouble with anyone, it could be extremely dangerous. He could find himself in a confrontation with someone whose powers defied the laws of nature—something Histori knew he could never handle.
[Histori's Perspective]
I glanced at the watch on my wrist. A whole month had passed since my first day here, and I currently had 1,250 points in credit. I still had 1,875,000 won left, meaning I'd spent 375,000 won in a single month. I tried to be as frugal as possible while maintaining a comfortable lifestyle—nothing too extravagant.
I ate moderately priced meals and noticed that supermarkets and stores offered discounts and even free items like cleaning supplies or food.
Every week, I made sure to take advantage of these offers because I knew that anyone who gave you this much money would undoubtedly take something from you in return.
I wasn't the only one who noticed this. In this swamp of live fish, there were others who acted smartly, never refusing free items and avoiding wasteful spending. I'd observed this in Mahoro Ryota. From a glance at his watch, I could tell he was frugal, like me. I didn't need to see the exact numbers—just noticing the four digits on his watch was enough to realize he wasn't foolish, unlike the idiotic trio to my right.
One of them bragged about the games he'd bought, while the girls flaunted their jewelry. There was literally one girl who came in every day with a new outfit.
When you give a fool money, this is what happens. If everyone in the world suddenly became rich, the fools would likely return to poverty after a few decades, and the cycle of life would continue.
My father used to say the same thing, though he phrased it differently. I found myself rephrasing it in my mind: When a merchant and a politician meet, the result is a concentrated blend of pure corruption.
In this case, you could say that this school takes on the role of the merchant, giving generously but with unclear intentions. As for the students, they're ordinary people. I wouldn't call them politicians, but the idea is clear—every deal, every contract must have a deceptive party.
Over the past few days, I'd discovered that the class hierarchy here was very real. Class A received VIP treatment from the school administration, while our class was, quite literally, the worst. Honestly, the only person who seemed rational was Mahoro Ryota.
As for the rest? Don't even get me started.
The teacher entered with her usual steps, the classroom half-empty. It seemed like some of us were following the same pattern of absenteeism as me.
Then, she spoke, her voice sharp: "No points will be distributed unless the entire class is present."
Most of the students in the room began looking at one another. Sissica Aurora gave me a faint, weak glance, as if she understood what was happening.
This rule was clearly stated on the school's digital page. I was certain that 90% of my pathetic classmates hadn't even bothered to read it. That much was obvious, even to a child. The classroom was half-empty, yet some students looked genuinely confused by the teacher's statement.
For the first time, the teacher, visibly annoyed, continued speaking with a mix of disgust and open disdain: "I am truly astonished by you all. I've never taught a class as pathetic as this one. It's been two months since your first day here, and the absences are too numerous to count. Do you think we're playing games with you?"
She's right… Putting aside the prestige of the school, even for a public school that doesn't care about its students, if we exclude the weekends, there are about 20 school days in a month. With 30 students in each class, the number of absences must be massive—perhaps even astronomical for this school.
The teacher began explaining the lesson, and the room was silent. By that, I mean the students who were actually present. Only the teacher's voice could be heard as she lectured. At the end of the session, our watches chimed after the teacher pressed some buttons on her laptop, just like the last time.
I looked at my watch and saw that my balance was 2,750 points.
It wasn't a joke. We really got what was said to be "ours," but as I suspected, the teacher confirmed my doubts.
"As for the absentees, let them know their points will be confiscated until next month," she said.
One of the students, who looked a bit like a thug—he had a spider tattoo on the side of his neck, and most of the class avoided him—spoke in a rough voice, his expression sharp.
"Hey, I only got 750 points. Wasn't it supposed to be 1,500?"
The teacher smiled mockingly and replied,
"Domon Taniki, right? You've been absent more than anyone here. You're lucky you even showed up today, so you should thank me and your luck as well."
"What?!"
"Lower your voice, or I'll confiscate your points," she retorted coldly.
The student fell silent, but his glare was filled with hatred. His fists clenched so tightly that I could see the veins bulging in his neck and arms from where I was sitting.
If I were to exaggerate, I'd say he might have a physical ability of some sort. But I didn't care much about him and returned my gaze to the window.
While taking notes in my notebook, I didn't bother looking at the teacher. I didn't need to. I simply jotted down the topic of the lesson, which, frankly, didn't matter to me at all. Who could possibly benefit from a lesson about ancient Roman civilization? It's not like I'm going back in time, nor am I planning to become a tour guide. I'm a Korean citizen; I have no connection to either modern or ancient Italy.
As I stared out the window, I observed the birds perched on the branches of that tree. The weather today was almost clear. I noticed a crow landing on a branch near the other birds, and all of them fled, scattering away from it. The crow was left alone on the branch.
I found myself smiling at this scene, which portrayed a form of discrimination. Nature has a way of painting meanings that humans can't easily decipher. I said to myself, silently,
"You're smart and lonely, just like me, aren't you? You can't befriend anyone except a crow like yourself. Oh, crow, you're like me. I don't smile at anyone except my own family."
We are alike, but in a different way.
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