FakeKouji

𝓢1𝓒3: 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓼 & 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽

FAIR WARNING: CONTROVERSIAL AND VERY DIVERGENT FROM CANON

Horikita POV

Since time immemorial I idolised my brother. He is everything I yearn to be, I devoted my entire childhood trying to catch up to him but I failed EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Every time I looked in the broken mirror in my room, I saw myself with disgust. No matter the effort I always lose, the outcome never changes. I have never tried to make a friend as  I am always focused on trying my very best. After all, I am so much better than these dirty mongrels playing and having fun, while I spend the entire day studying or practising swimming. I don't need these pathetic fools to be my pawns. Since more effort means more success...right? 

None of these pathetic classmates ever tried to bully me, after all, if they hurt me...who would do their homework? Almost always, I was alone and with my books, I didn't even talk once to the most famous girl in school who was supposedly friends with everyone. I even forgot what her name was but later on, something happened that broke her class down, not that I care to wonder.

 My Nii-sama has become so distant from me and I had to chase him all the way to ANHS where he is the Student Council President. I am at least better than these so-called elite going to this school, I will prove to my brother that I am capable, no matter the cost.

    All people are nothing but pawns to me

It doesn't matter how it is done

It doesn't matter what needs to be sacrificed

All that matters is to please Nii-san

That's all that matters

While on the bus I was reading a book named 'Crime and Punishment' while there was some form of commotion going on in the background with a short, average-looking and brown hair boy (A.N: read author's note)staring at me. 

Yet for some reason he has an aura of.....calmness...which I felt from my Nii-sama.  I glared at him, to which he immediately turned his head.

As I get down from the bus I start looking for that creepy boy; I see him walking towards the school. I start questioning him for his DISGUSTING stare to which he replied with a somewhat...cu-....No DISGUSTING smile, which even though made him look a little more decent... just didn't feel right. 

What's even more strange are his answers, they are vague and the compliments also seem forced. Something isn't right....but he seems more gullible than the people I have met in my old school. Not only that but when I called him a pervert his eyes widened slightly....strange indeed.

I stubbed him to stop him from smiling since it feels so strange. Immediately all signs of life went away from his face but his eyes remained the same as always....hollow...

 When he Inquired about my book I was somewhat surprised, since I didn't realise he was the kind to be interested in books. Furthermore, I noticed he was paying close attention to what I was saying, even when his face is so apathetic.

 As I walked with him, he just seems so ordinary, yet unique...Huh...he is...

A WALKING CONTRADICTION

Regardless, I will make him my first pawn, even though it feels unsettling to say for some reason.....be ready Mr.......Wait a sec.....I don't even know his name.....

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Dear Readers,

You must be curious why I made ayanokouji look....average

All I aim to do is make him perfect in things he can CONTROL

height, face shape, colour, size etc--> genetic hence can't be controlled by kiyotaka, his father and supposed mother were average in genetics, so I made him look average/below average. 

Trust me, I made him capable enough in this fic to overcome all these insecurities(upcoming probable arc).

Since white room's purpose is to over genetics(talent, body etc) with willpower

Not make magic

Hope you realise, if not, IDGAF///Its my fanfic I do what I wanna :)

Thank you

Ayanokouji features:

Body structure-- slim-muscular

Height-- 5ft 6-7 inch

Age-- 15 yrs

Face- same as LN

Colour- same as LN

Injuries--Psychological, intense scarring In certain body areas

Emotions-- Nil

Quirk-- fakes emotions