It has been 14 years since I was isolated in the world. I grew up in a cold plain white room, together with a hundred children in the secret facility known as White Room. We were trained in every aspect from academics to politics. It was also expected for us to develop a strong mental mind but it is contradictory as if we failed in a test, a harsh punishment will await us.
We were not given any names, only called by codes and numbers. I am subject D-0047, the best and sole survivor of my generation. I also hold the title as the masterpiece of the White Room.
Because of that, I gained a lifetime amount of knowledge and fighting skills that is on a professional level.
And after all of those years of being a test subject, I am finally free.
Walking in the crowded hallway, I carry my briefcase which contains the necessary documents and books.
I don't understand why lots of students keep glancing at me.
Is it really that weird to see a 15 years old male wearing a black suit and glasses in a prestigious school?
Well since I am the only one wearing such a formal outfit, in a sea full of students wearing the school uniforms, I kinda expected that I would stand out.
The reason for my attire is because I am working in this school.
Yeah, you read it right.
I am one of the new faculty members, not a student.
A school counselor to be specific.
Having arrived at my destination. I stood up in the closed door, and released a sigh.
This sure is nerve-wracking.
I pull out my arm, planning to knock at the door first, before entering the room.
"Okay... let's go.."
Screechhhh
As I was about to knock, the closed sliding door suddenly slid open at the perfect timing.
If I was late for a second, it's pretty sure that the back of my hand would hit her forehead instead of the door.
Thanks to my well trained reflexes, I instantly pulled back my arm before I could hurt her.
The other person, who is undoubtedly a teacher in this school, was as surprised as I was.
She looked at me curiously then glanced at the arm that was holding a briefcase.
"Aha!" she clapped, "You must be the new guy, yes?"
"Yes, I am." I bowed,
I sensed a subtle ominous feeling from her smile but it quickly faded away.
"Get inside."
She turned her back and ran off, announcing to the other faculty members about my arrival.
"People~ the new guy has arrived."
I then stepped inside the faculty room and my soon to become co-workers stopped whatever they were doing, curiously staring at me.
It was kinda awkward when everyone was looking at you to be honest.
Waiting for an opportunity to introduce myself, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me, then I looked back, and then found the Director of the School.
He cast me a smile and I immediately bowed my head, greeting him.
"Good morning, Director Sakayanagi."
I heard a soft chuckle coming from him then he lightly tapped my shoulder.
"No need to be too formal, Ayanokouji-kun." he said, " Come on, introduce yourself."
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CounselorKoji
FanfictionA classroom of the elite fanfiction story that revolves around Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who was the newly assigned school counselor of ANHS instead of being a student based on canon. Find out more as he do his job, listening to every students problems n...