The Unseen Experiment Ayanokoji x Reader

Ch.4 The First Move

Ayanokoji pov:

I hadn't missed the way y/n's gaze lingered on me during class, it was subtle, but also persistent. It wasn't the first time I noticed her doing it too. It was like she was trying to figure me out, just as I was doing with her. It was almost amusing—two people who were both more interested in the game beneath the surface than in the actual class itself.

But I knew better than to underestimate her. She was definitely smart, perhaps even more so than she let on. She also played her part well, blending in just enough to be overlooked by most if not all students, but there was something about her that set her apart from the rest. It was the way she carried herself, the way she responded to people—it all hinted at a deeper understanding of her.

I decided it was time to test the waters, to see how far she would go in this unspoken game we were playing.

3rd Person pov:

The history lesson dragged on, the teacher's voice was like a dull drone in the background. A few students had already fallen asleep, while others stared blankly at their notes. Y/n, however, was anything, but bored. She was fixated and not just on the lesson. Her eyes would occasionally flicker to Ayanokoji, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Ayanokoji, sat quietly, seemingly uninterested in everything going on around him. But beneath that facade of indifference, his mind was at work. He could sense Y/n's eyes on him. He decided it was time to give her something to really think about.

The teacher asked a question, it was something about a historical figure and their tactics in warfare. The class got very silent, no one eager to answer. Ayanokoji slowly raised his hand, drawing the attention of the room  onto him.

"The success of a strategy often lies not in its brilliance, but in its subtlety," he said, his voice was calm. "The more understated the approach, the less likely the opposition is to see it coming."

The answer was pretty vague if you ask me, but enough to be a general observation, but Ayanokoji felt like it would catch Y/n's attention. It was a statement that could easily apply to more than just history. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, watching for any sort of  reaction she had.

Y/N's expression did not change much, but there was a slight flicker of something in her eyes recognition, possibly? Maybe she understood the underlying meaning of Ayanokoji's statement, he was confident of it. The teacher praised his response and then moved on with the subject, but the tension in the room remained, or at least to the ones who could feel it.

Y/n's pov:

His words hung in the air,  it was like it was directed towards me. I have been watching him for a while now. Maybe this was a clue perhaps?

Ayanokoji was no ordinary student; that much was obvious. His answer wasn't just about a historical tactic; it was definitely about him. I felt like he was testing me, to get some sort of reaction out of me maybe. It was almost like he was daring me to keep up with him, to see if I was capable of matching his pace.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose composure. I responded with a slight nod, as if acknowledging his words and the unspoken challenge they carried. If he wanted to play games, I was more than willing to join in.

3rd Person pov:

Class continued, but the atmosphere between Y/N and Ayanokoji had shifted a  bit. It was quite subtle, barely noticeable to anyone else, but the tension was there and very slowly growing, an understanding that neither of them was what they seemed.

During a group discussion, the teacher paired them together for a brief exercise, was it luck or perhaps even fate. As they worked on the task, their conversation remained casual.

"Do you think they'll actually learn anything from this?" Y/N asked, her tone light, but her eyes searching his.

Ayanokoji shrugged slightly, his expression neutral. "That depends on how much they're paying attention."

His words were once again layered with meaning. He wasn't just talking about their classmates; he was talking about y/n. How much attention was Y/N paying? How much does she already know?

Y/N responded with a small, knowing smile. "Some people only see what they want to see."

There it was, the hint that she was onto him, that she understood the game they were playing. Ayanokoji felt a spark of interest. She was definitely sharper than most, there was no doubt about that.  She did not say much, but that was all the confirmation Ayanokoji needed.

Ayanokoji's pov:

As the discussion died down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Y/N was proving to be more than just a curious observer; she was a participant in this little game. And she was good at it—very good.  She will definitely be a good pawn to use if I can get her to trust me, no maybe not a pawn maybe even a queen? wait what..that's a weird thought...erm

I wasn't about to let her see how much I enjoyed this. I kept my expression neutral as always, giving nothing away. This was only the beginning. There was still so much more to uncover, so many more layers to peel back.

"That is an interesting perspective," I said casually, as if we'd just been talking about the assignment. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

She didn't respond, but her eyes met mine, holding my gaze for just a moment longer than necessary. It was enough to confirm what I already knew—this was going to be fun.

3rd Person pov:

The rest of the class passed and it was very uneventfully, but the silent exchange between Y/N and Ayanokoji had set the stage for what was to come. They both knew that this was only the first move in a much larger game, and neither of them intended on losing.

When the bell rang, the students began to gather their belongings, Ayanokoji glanced over at Y/N one last time. She was already looking at him, her expression unreadable, but her eyes were bright.

He gave a slight nod, acknowledging the unspoken agreement between them. The game was on, and neither of them would back down. It was only a matter of time before the real battle began.

With that, they both turned away, each lost in their own thoughts, but they were both keenly aware of the other. The next move was yet to be made, but when it was, it would be a move that neither would see coming.