Kiyotaka Ayanokoji has finally obtained freedom, although it's only for 3 short years. As he gets lost thinking about what he wants to do, he becomes troubled. He wants to become ordinary and enjoy his school life, but what does it mean to be ordinary? He has no concept of it. Is it to live out his days as a nobody, completely enveloped in the uneventfulness of everyday life? Or perhaps it is to live each day to the fullest with friends and loved ones? Ayanokoji is at an impasse and doesn't know what to do. So he turns to the one man who he believes can answer his important question, the one man he believes that in time, he can grow to respect. ["In that case Horikita-senpai, I have but one more question to ask you. How do I enjoy these next three years without any regrets?" The extraordinary man before me smile with a grin a parent would give to a confused child. "Ayanokoji-kun, I have a proposition for you."] Little did Ayanokoji know that the words of this one man would change his life, and their conversation would resonate with him forever. Read this story to follow Ayanokoji's journey in a story with fantastic, riveting, downright euphoric proper grammar and spelling... and story and character development or whatever if you're into that I guess

"I will never go back to that place. Not while I can do something about it." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka has always been curious about people and the outside. So when he escapes the White Room, he vows never to return. Enrolling into the Advanced Nurturing High School is just the first step to finally living a normal life, but for how long can secrets be kept before they start unfolding? It's only a matter of time before he finds out that even freedom has a price. This fic is a reimagining of Classroom of the Elite where Kiyotaka does not have as much attachment to the White Room and does not feel the need to keep it secret. Recommended volume to finish to avoid possible spoilers: Vol 11.5 Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the Elite/YouZitsu or any of the characters. All rights to the work belong to Kinugasa Shōgo.

[Abandoned.] "What is your aim with all this, Gilgamesh?" he asked, forcing the blond to a stop. "You can't tell?" The corners of his lips turned up slightly. "The joy of seeing something new. The instinct that makes the heart race at things strange and unknown. The thrill of enriching your own life - in a word, pleasure." He has no interest. (Gilgamesh in ANHS as a 15 year old student. Fate x Classroom of the Elite crossover.) Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here from Type-Moon and Classroom of the Elite. They belong to their respective owners.

Abandoned. [Set in the 4th Generation of White Room.] Imagine a doll, see it from its eyes. Its owner plays with it for a period. Soon it is left forgotten, abandoned. For a human just like it, death and decomposition is maddeningly horrendous. A child crafted in a factory attempts to overcome such lifeless fate. Warnings: Depictions of violence, mental illness, trauma, graphic descriptions, etc. Please read on only after keeping this in mind.

Did this on a whim, it's also helpful as I can improve my writing skills while writing this.