A Classroom of the Elite fanfic.
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(Contains Spoilers!)
This fanfic follows the story of "Suzuki Kurisu" (you may change it as you see fits), a survivor of the "demon...
What is life? Is it really just about winning? I know a failure like me shouldn't be asking this. My name is Suzuki Kurisu (Author's notes: you can change the name of you want).
Afternoon failing to meet the expectations of that room, what now? Unable to fit in society, a reject, a mistake.. No.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, a school built in order to nurture Future Leaders of the country. To be honest, this school is nothing compared to the white room.
A school that promised a good future for those who graduated here. And most importantly, "Contact from the outside world is strictly forbidden until graduation". This should be a paradise for rejects like me, but...
"I'm here..." I have arrived at my destination.
I walked here from the nearest bus station in order to avoid close contact with other people.
I entered the school. Walking past the gateway to a normal highschool life.
"Wait!"
My attention drew back to a situation behind me. I looked back.
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A black haired girl with a rather fierce expression on her face.
"You were looking at me. Why?" She asked.
At first I thought she was talking to me, but...
"Sorry. I guess I was just interested, is all. I mean, you didn’t think about giving up your seat to the old woman, did you?" A tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes.
I know him, no one in that room doesn't know who this man is...
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Ayanokouji Kiyotaka
My eyes were filled with hatred for a moment. I shook it off. It seems the rumors were spot on. After being locked up in a room for a long period of time, I finally found my chance to escape while the White room temporarily stopped it's operation.
"That’s right. I didn’t consider giving it up. Is there something wrong with that?" The girl replied.
It seems that he hasn't noticed me-- no, even if he did notice me, I doubt he'll even recognize who I am. We never really talked face-to-face, even when we were in the same class.
