𝔐𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔯

Bus ride: a chance meeting

I created this fic because i was struck with inspiration. Please don't comment any hate on kushida

Ayanokoji pov

The world was unfair place, most would go as far as to say horrible, but some who know it's darkest secrets would say it's hell.

Corruption, Murder, Assult, Neglection, Child labour.

All adults and teenagers know that these activities exist but how do we still go our day to day life without fear

Lies. Yes this is how society functions it is built on a base of lies politicians, teachers, parents are just some of the examples I can list.

Politicians say that country is save yet infrastructures like the whiteroom still exist, where children are kidnapped and tortured.

Teachers say that everyone can become great if they are educated yet not everyone have jobs that are high paying or have interest in.

Parents are supposed to protect and care for their children yet child abuse and neglection still occur in our society.

For me i happen to fall in these 3 category I'm a product of the white room, my teachers say I'm the greatest yet I'm a puppet to that man, and my father is the creator of the hell that he was supposed to protect me from.

My life is a lie, my existence is a lie, so does that mean i am a lie?.

This is why i am so interested in it

It can destroy kingdoms

It can create peace

It can give hope to the hopeless and take it away from the hopeful

It can mold geniuses

They are a key part of our life's

Lies fascinated me unlike the study of the universe or mathematical equations

If i put my mind to it i could solve any questions be it math or science, i could create world peace, end world hunger, compose the most intricate musical piece, but i couldn't solve the paradox know as a lie

This was why i found her so beautiful like a gem in a pile of trash

Her persona, her mask, her acting it was a performance i have never seen before even in my time in the whiteroom

She was in my opinion the queen of liars someone who hides her true self behind a thousand mask

It made me want her. Not in a romantic way but rather to own her, to have her for myself, to analyze her, to see her everyday, to break her

Flashback

As the bus bobbed up and down the road i started analysing the people around me. Office workers, students, business men and an elderly women who was holding on to the rail trying her best not fall