The help of a God | Cote x oshi no ko

Prologue: Something will be different

A/N: This is my first time writing a story so if someone has something to say to help me improve or just a comment feel free to write it down. There will be some change from the real stories but please don't mind them since it's for plot sake.

Ayanokoji pov:

White...

As I opened my eyes I saw the ceiling, the color white was spread all over the room I was in.

I'm used to this, everyday of my life I woke up and this color was the only thing I could see.

Ever since I was the only subject left in this facility I lived everyday as the same, doing the same things. Some years passed from when I stopped my search for knowledge because I already know everything they are teaching me.

I have already surpassed the ability and the knowledge of every instructor here.

This place took my emotions away from me, leaving only a dull shell with the ability to think logically.

Everyday is the same for me but today, today I do feel something different.

I don't know how to explain it but I do feel something inside me that says 'today something will be different', how strange of a feeling.

Suddenly a memory from the past came to my mind, it was the first time I woke up in this place, I vividly remember crying because I was alone.

But why, why remembering something like that now? Why did my brain randomly give me this useless information?

And the day started with the instructors telling me what exercises to do, it was really easy and boring... Boring, probably what I feel every single day, this simple word explains what I feel.

As I was doing my daily exercise I remembered my first approach with martial arts, not only that, I even thought of a subject like me, Shiro...

Shiro, as I said this name many memories of us fighting came to my mind; the first day we learned about our first martial art I do remember that they gave us some day of practice, and one day we fought each other, I do remember winning every fight I did with the other subject, but not with Shiro, I lost that match, even if i was about to win that was not the case. But that didn't last long since as time passed the gap between us became huge, my ability to adapt is surely the reason why I'm still alive in this hellish place.

Shiro sometimes talked to me, he was always talking about the world outside saying that it is a place where people can live their life without any restrictions. He was the last subject to leave the Whiteroom.

Now I'm eating at the same table where I used to eat with every other kid who was in my same generation of the Whiteroom.

My brain randomly decided to make me watch my left, there was always a girl by the name Yuki who was always smiling and talking to me... Smiling uh? Something that I can't even imagine being able to do. Her eyes were full of happiness, how was she able to be like that in a place like this? That is something I don't know.

I remember the day when she was expelled, her eyes full of tears showed evident fear and sadness, as she was begging me to help her I was just standing there knowing there was nothing I could and wanted to do.

But why? Why I'm thinking about useless information? Why my brain today is remembering this type of information? Is it due to the feeling I'm still feeling inside of me? Or is it just my brain that has enough of this place? So many questions but without any answer.

I can surely say that I don't want to stay in this place any longer, the hate i feel for this place and for my father, the one who created this place, is unmeasurable, my will of leaving is increasing every day.