What if Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is a dumb nice guy who has the maximum luck stat. What if Kiyotaka uses only his luck power to survive in ANHS. He will not hide his ability because he doesn't have it. And he literally learns only piano, calligraphy, and tea ceremony. Spoiler Warnings: Classroom of the elite Vol. 1-11.75 Original Work: Classroom of the elite The original title, work, and characters are not mine. I'm not an English native speaker. so I'm sorry if this turned to be a suck novel.

Chuuya Nakahara got into an argument with his partner, Osamu Dazai. Now, he's riding his motorbike through Yokohama as a way to cool off. But when he swerves off of the road to avoid hitting two pedestrians and gets knocked out, he wakes up to see two Pro heroes in his hospital room. Chuuya then has to attend a prestigious school despite hardly being able to read, figure out how to get back to the Port Mafia, to apologise to Dazai, and why this old hobo wants to adopt him so badly. Basically me giving Chuuya a "normal" teen experience, and Dazai suffers for later angst <3 cross posted on ao3 on the user aoibb :3 - but it is on private to avoid access of ai and bots

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After witnessing videos about Kiyotaka's past and the White Room during the cruise vacation, the second year students of ANHS have returned to school horrified only to be haunted by the White Room once again as they will now have to fight WR students in a new exam. However, what they will soon discover is that this will be the most brutal and traumatizing exam they will ever tackle as they will soon come face-to-face with the one existence they had hoped to help.... Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.... ....and he will show his true colors. This fanfic is a sequel to my first fic 'The Darkness he Carries' so make sure to read that one first or you may not understand the content of this one. :) Before you read: 1: Some students may be slightly ooc only for story progression. 2: Make sure to give feedback so I can improve my future writing. 3: "Dialogue" -Students speaking 4: 'Italicize' -Students' thoughts Disclaimer: Classroom of the elite and its characters are owned by and rights belong to Shōgo Kinugasa. Enjoy :)

A oneshot look at a different side to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. WARNING Darker themes present. Please read at your own risk. All Rights belong to Syougo Kinugasa - Author of Classroom of the Elite

The Classroom of the elite universe, but an apocalypse happens. Slow updates. This is my first fic so it'll probably suck.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is a mysterious individual. Despite being at the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School where you can get any job you want as long as you graduate from Class A, he strives for just a normal high school life and freedom. The reason? Because he came from the White Room where inhumane things happened in order to create an artificial genius. A masterpiece. But what actually happened in the White Room? What is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's past? Why is he the person that he is today? All is answered here. (I do not own Classroom of the Elite. All credit goes to Syougo Kinugasa for his amazing Classroom of the Elite Light Novel)

Ayanokouji was living his dream life as an average student, until he decided to try out a Visual Novel that was recommended by Ike. One thing led to another, and now he is being blackmailed into all of Year 2 learning about his past or admitting that he played a lewd novel for at least an hour. Follow Year 2 as they learn badass, hilarious, and embarassing things about Ayanokouji. Best rankings: #2 reactions #1 ayanokouji #169 funny #13 cote

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page

Team Seven becomes one, literally. And they are back in time. In another ruching universe. Kakashi didn't sign up for this shit.