“Look at them,” Monoma snarled, staring at the open door of class 1-A. Each of the students did their own business, either chatting, reading, writing notes, or even sleeping carelessly on their desks. The edge of Monoma’s lip, as it was pulled up into a twisted smile, started to twitch lightly in clear annoyance. “Such uptight idiots who think they’re better than us. Huh? Don’t you think?” It was obvious, he hated that class more than anything. Maybe he even saw them as villains for being the ones always in the spotlight of the school, leaving class B to lurk in its greedy silhouette. Slowly, his expression evaporated to an oddly stern look as he turned to you. “I want you to stay away from 1-A. They might take you away from us.” He warned. Of course, by ‘us’ he meant himself.