Ayanokoji sat in class, staring outside as the raindrops attacked the window pane, streaking down in erratic patterns before pooling into the puddles forming on the ground below. His mind drifted from the rain to the memories of the fight in the White Room—each movement, every moment, still fresh, playing like a distant film in his head.
The rain continued its assault on the glass, a relentless rhythm that filled the silence around him. But as he slowly withdrew from the flashback and returned to the present, the sound of Chie's lecture faded further into the background.
~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 ~
The sterile antiseptic scent hung in the air, faint but ever-present in the small medical room. I stood beside Aiyuki as the nurse finished her check-up, my eyes drifting between her clipboard and Aiyuki's face. The way he sat there—still and detached—felt wrong. His expression, unreadable as always, was calm, unnervingly so.
"Collapsed lung," he told the nurse, his voice flat, indifferent. I blinked, my stomach tightening at his words. He spoke about it like it was nothing—a mere inconvenience. "Three months ago. Severe case." He shrugged casually, as though discussing the weather. He didn't mention his smoking or drinking, but when he admitted to missing his medication, the nurse frowned, her eyes briefly narrowing in disapproval. I could tell she was holding back what she really thought.
The room felt colder then, and the nurse quietly recommended he be taken to the hospital for a check-up. She didn't say it outright, but I could feel the weight of her words—Aiyuki might need to be admitted. I felt a knot tighten in my chest. As she dialed his father, the chairman, and began arranging his transportation, Aiyuki barely reacted.
We walked together to the building's exit, the sound of rain hitting the pavement outside growing louder with each step. The rhythmic patter of the rain against the windows seemed to echo inside me, amplifying the heaviness that clung to the air. And there, waiting outside, was the same car—the sleek black one that had dropped him off on the first day of school.
"Good luck, Aiyuki. Come back soon," I said, forcing a smile. I don't know why, but it felt important to say something cheerful, even though my heart was tangled in anxiety.
But Aiyuki didn't move. He stood there, his gaze fixed on the car, but there was something strange about his expression. His eyes, usually so sharp, seemed distant like they were staring through the car rather than at it. The rain continued to fall outside, heavy and relentless, the droplets racing down the windows. He looked at the car with a kind of uninterested detachment, almost like a child avoiding a chore.
And then, he turned to me.
I froze. The look on his face—it was different. The coldness was still there, but there was something else. His features softened for just a moment, a kind of warmth flickering in his eyes. My breath caught, and I felt heat creeping up my neck, my cheeks flushing before I could stop myself. Why was I blushing? What was wrong with me?
We stood like that for a few seconds, staring at each other, the silence between us drowned by the roar of the rain outside. Then, out of nowhere, Aiyuki chuckled, his low, soft laughter cutting through the quiet.
I let out a faint laugh as well, though I wasn't even sure why. His laugh had always been infectious, even when I didn't understand it.
"Go, you idiot," I said, playfully trying to break the strange tension that had settled between us. My tone was light, but there was no real force behind it. I wasn't sure why I wasn't more insistent. Why wasn't I pushing him to leave?
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Classroom of the elite | The path that leads to nothingness - OC
FanfictionAfter suffering a defeat in the past that led to his freedom, Ayanakouji has grown into an emotional, but colder than ever person. His personality is almost inexplicable, to us readers, to those around him, and to himself as well. Meanwhile, anothe...
