COTE one shots

Flexing

Dam, I thought, why am I still holding back. My father can't acess me here, so what's holding back really going to do. Although I did want a peaceful life without bringing too much attention to myself, I just realised that's so boring. I can't live a boring life and then return to the even more boring life of the white room.

Now as I lack behind in last place of the race I am in, I decide to make my inner-monologue more descriptive and my legs to move faster.

As I round the bend, the wind whispers past my ears, a siren call to unleash the storm within. My hidden power. My heart pounds, not with fear, but with a burgeoning realization. I've been running with shackles on my feet, a self-imposed restraint that's kept me in step with the others. But why? Why do I hold back the tide of potential that surges within me? Why am I doing this anyways? Going fast now, the only repurcusions is that I'm going to have a shit ton of girls, and you know what? That's good.

I glance at the runners beside me, their faces etched with determination. They don't know. They don't see the power I've kept hidden, a secret to everyone in this institution. But it's there, a vibrant energy begging for release. And in this moment, as the track blurs beneath my accelerating strides, I understand.

I am the master of my speed, the architect of my victory. There's no glory in restraint, no honor in feigned mediocrity. The race is a challenge, not against them, but against the boundaries I've built around myself. And I was going to crumble those boundaries, thrash past the mediocrity I've enstilled upon my ever-improving body.

And so, I let go.

I run faster and faster, and my competitors are a blur to my peripheral. My cochlea feels the intensity of the roar of the crowd as I continue to run, my speed enigmatic until now. I have crumbled the shackles that I put on myself, and I came toe to toe, stride for stride with the president.

Through his raggedy breathing, the president called

"I knew you'd do something special."

"I can't hear you too well president."

And that was true, the roaring of the crowd had drowned out all noise. The president amped up his decibels

"I'm gonna beat you Ayanokouji.."

I turned to him, poker-faced, before shouting.

"Your sister's really hot."

And my legs jolted even faster and faster, the president was left in the dust of my trail as I carved through, years of evolution leading down to the perfect human. My form, my stature, my everything was perfect.

I burst through the finish line, and watched back with a blank face as the president came, alongside the other participants.

Manabu approached me, "Wow good job Ayanokouji, you always manage to suprise me." He exclaimed, completely ignoring the statement I said about his sister.

"Thanks."

"Join the stu-"

"Nah."

And then it happened, I got swarmed and swarmed with waves of humans, all begging for my attention. Ah the price of being yourself...

After I managed to squeeze through the gaps of shocked people, I got approached by big man Sudo.

"DUDEEE, YOU TOTALLY WON THAT FOR US, THANKS MAN!"

"No worries."

"Since when were you so fast?!!?!"

"Oh, I just was I guess, it was an energy boost."

I then got a punch to my stomach from Suzune.

"Bastard."

Gosh that was so HOT  MMMMMMMMMM