KiyotakaxOC- A New Life In Classroom Of The Elite: Ayaki 's Quest For Change

Bonus

Ayaki was walking quietly along the campus paths, savoring the fresh air. This moment of solitude was precious, away from the constant noise of classes and social interactions. The sun was still high in the sky, and its rays softly filtered through the trees lining the path. Each step echoed in the calming silence, making the experience almost meditative.

Since arriving at the school, Ayaki had grown accustomed to the daily routine, but sometimes she felt the need to step away from it all and take a moment for herself. Today, she had decided to take that break. She let her thoughts wander as the minutes passed, absentmindedly observing the few students she crossed paths with, most of them lost in their own thoughts.

After crossing several paths and passing near the gym, Ayaki found herself in a more secluded corner of the campus, near a park she had discovered during her first weeks here. Rarely frequented, this spot was perfect for reflection, or in her case, drawing. She sat on a slightly worn wooden bench, her fingers brushing the smooth surface of the sketchbook she had brought with her.

She opened her notebook and remained still for a moment, staring at the blank page. Drawing had always been an escape for her, a way to channel her emotions. Without much thought, she began to trace a few lines on the paper. At first, the shapes were simple, without much meaning, but little by little, the lines took on a more precise direction.

As she absentmindedly sketched out some contours, a familiar silhouette began to form. Her fingers instinctively glided over the paper, each stroke becoming more fluid, more confident. The face that was slowly emerging on the page seemed strangely familiar, and she felt her heart tighten.

- Him again..., she murmured to herself.

Ayanokoji's face, calm and inscrutable, was taking shape in her drawing. His neutral, almost emotionless features were imbued with a complexity she couldn't quite grasp. This wasn't the first time she found herself drawing his face. It had become a recurring theme, something she couldn't explain. Every time, she felt an odd connection, as if drawing Ayanokoji brought her back to something deeper, more buried.

Her mind drifted then to her past, to the life she had left behind before her death... before everything spiraled out of control because of her father. Drawing had been her refuge, a way to escape that oppressive and violent existence. She remembered the nights she stayed up late, pencil in hand, trying to drown out the yelling and the fights that filled her house. It was during those moments that she had started drawing faces. Ayanokoji had been one of them, though at the time, he was just a vague reflection, a figure she sketched without real intent. Now, it was different. He was real, and something inside her kept drawing him, as if the connection to her past had never faded.

She sighed, setting her pencil down for a moment. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange. The calm of the park was almost too perfect. She closed her eyes, trying to chase away the dark thoughts. But just as she was savoring the moment of peace, the sound of footsteps made her open her eyes.

She turned her head and saw Ayanokoji approaching, his steps silent but confident. As usual, he seemed lost in his own thoughts. When he saw her, he stopped a few meters away, looking at her with that inscrutable expression she knew so well.

- Ayaki, he said calmly. I've been looking for you for a while. Everything okay?

Ayaki, surprised by his sudden appearance, quickly closed her notebook, instinctively hiding her drawing. She didn't want him to see how often she had unintentionally recreated his features.

- Yes, everything's fine, she replied, trying to sound relaxed. I was just taking some time for myself, away from the class noise.

Ayanokoji nodded, as if he understood perfectly. He often seemed to prefer being alone, just like her.