The day began with a gentle breeze sweeping across Erito High's island, carrying with it the faint scent of salt from the nearby sea. The sky was clear, with scattered clouds casting a blueish tint over the school grounds. Arakawa walked toward the main building where his classes would be held, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes sharp, scanning everything.

Upon reaching Class B, he quietly entered and took his seat without a word to anyone. The classroom was already buzzing with chatter, but he paid no mind. Nijuri was seated near the window, her head tilted slightly as she stared at the outside world. As if sensing his presence, her gaze shifted toward him. Their eyes met.

For a brief moment, time seemed to pause. Nijuri’s eyes widened, and then, as if burned, she looked away in a hurry. Arakawa smirked to himself.
"Interesting."

The bell rang, and Yui Sizumu, their homeroom teacher, entered. Her commanding presence silenced the class almost instantly.

“Good morning, everyone,” Yui began, her voice crisp. “I hope you’re ready, because starting today, your academic classes will begin. As I mentioned yesterday, Erito High operates on a point system. The class with the most points at the end of the year will receive significant rewards, while the losing class... will suffer.”

The room was heavy with tension. Some students exchanged uneasy glances, while others leaned forward, eager to hear more.

“To clarify,” Yui continued, “this system doesn’t just penalize students—it penalizes teachers too. So I hope all of you will give your best effort.”

Arakawa leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing.
"Punishing teachers too? Now that’s an interesting way to ensure loyalty."

Takeshi Yamamoto raised his hand. “Miss, if the classes are competing for points, doesn’t that mean we’ll face each other in class vs. class events?”

A murmur spread through the room. Some students whispered, impressed by Takeshi’s foresight. Yui nodded.

“Yes, you’ll soon be informed about your first major event. As you may know, Classes A, B, and C consist of students admitted from outside. However, Class S comprises students who have been with Erito High since their junior years.”

This revelation sent a ripple of concern through the room. Takeshi, Sakura Suzuki, and even Arakawa shared the same thought:
"If they’ve been here longer, they already have an advantage. And if there’s only one Class S, does that mean the other junior classes failed to advance?"

The day progressed with classes in social studies, math, science, and economics. By the end of the first session, Takeshi walked to the front of the room, his confidence radiating.

“Guys, can I have five minutes?” he asked, his voice calm yet commanding. “Let me formally introduce myself. I’m Takeshi Yamamoto. As you heard today, we’ll be competing against other classes. That means it’s a 50 vs. 150 match. If we want to win and make Class B number one, we need to stick together.”

The room buzzed with energy. Takeshi’s charisma was undeniable. Even the quiet students found themselves nodding along.

“So,” Takeshi continued, “I think we should get to know each other better. Why don’t we create a Fabbook group? Also, let’s start introducing ourselves.”

Sakura Suzuki stood up, her enthusiasm infectious. “Yes, guys! Let’s all be friends!”

Arakawa observed the scene, his sharp mind dissecting every detail.
"Building unity? Not bad. But human nature is greed. The moment these students realize there’s no self-benefit in cooperation, they’ll sabotage each other. I should keep an eye on the most problematic ones."

When it was Arakawa’s turn, a few students approached him, introducing themselves. He responded politely, masking his indifference. Even Takeshi came over, offering a warm smile.

“Hey, you don’t talk much, do you?” Takeshi asked.

“I just haven’t met anyone with the same interests as me,” Arakawa replied nonchalantly.

“I get the feeling we’ll be good friends,” Takeshi said with a grin.

“Hope so,” Arakawa said, though his tone betrayed nothing.

---

After class, Arakawa walked toward the school field, eager to escape the noise. As he turned a corner, a beautiful white-haired girl bumped into him.

“Ah, sorry! I’m in a hurry,” she said, her voice soft yet rushed. “My name is Riko, from Class S.”

Arakawa’s mind reeled.
"Class S already? That was faster than I expected."

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m Arakawa from Class B.”

Riko nodded quickly, murmured another apology, and disappeared down the hallway. Arakawa glanced at the ground and noticed a folded piece of paper. Picking it up, he unfolded it to reveal a message:

“Come to the gym storage room, my love.”

Curiosity piqued, Arakawa decided to investigate.

---

The storage room reeked of sweat and stale air. Dim light filtered through a small window, casting eerie shadows. From behind a stack of equipment, Arakawa watched as four boys and Riko stood in the center.

The boy in the middle, with golden hair and a confident smirk, spoke first. “Takemichi, what are you waiting for? Didn’t you say you needed money? Come on, touch your girlfriend and entertain us. We’ll give you 10 DS.”

Riko’s face twisted in horror. “What?!”

She started thinking, "Who have I started dating. He's a scum. Not worth my time. She was disgusted and afraid. Crying for someone to help her."

Takemichi hesitated, glancing between Riko and the golden-haired boy. “Sorry, Riko. I... I need the money. Just this once.”

“No! Stop!” Riko screamed as Takemichi grabbed her wrist. She struggled, but he pushed her to the floor, his hands moving in her breasts and her private part.

She kept crying for help, soon lossing consciousness.

If this was a anime or some bullshit light novel then the Main protagonist would have stopped them and saved the girl, without gathering any evidence for future, resulting in their own downfall in moving forward. Ultimately making them question their life choices and telling themselves that they did the right thing while their own life was ruined. But this isn't a anime or light novel. It's real life. Everything needs calculating and caution.

So, Arakawa’s phone recorded everything, his expression emotionless. He observed the scene as though it were a mundane occurrence.

After a few minutes, the golden-haired boy, Yashiro, clapped his hands. “That’s enough. Let’s go.”

The three boys left, laughing and taunting Riko. While leaving the golden hair boy touched Rikos private part with his shoe and made some motion. Then he took Takemichi's phone and transferred 10 DS. Takemichi followed, head hung low. Riko lay unconscious on the floor, her clothes disheveled.

While leaving the 2 boys said with a smark, "Yo Yashiro that was fun to watch, we should do that more often."

After they left and the place was safe Arakawa stepped forward, fixed her clothes, and propped her against the wall. Then he left, unnoticed, his phone safely in his pocket.

---

That night, Arakawa stood on his balcony, the cool breeze brushing against his skin. He replayed the video on his phone, his sharp eyes analyzing every frame.

“How interesting,” he murmured, his lips curling into a devilish smile. “Yashiro... I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Even the moonlight seemed to shy away from his expression, a smile so dark it could make the devil himself shudder.