Instead of being born in the COTE universe, he started in the Percy Jackson universe. ~~~ Begins in The Titan's Curse. Cover drawn by me

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Have you ever wondered why people smile at strangers? It doesn't make any logical sense. For all you know, the person you're smiling at could be the world's most ruthless killer. Yet we do it instinctively, as if trust and kindness are commodities to be given freely. This contradiction lies at the heart of human nature-our willingness to mask fear and suspicion behind a simple, disarming gesture. But what happens when the mask slips? When curiosity overrides logic, and true intentions are revealed? In a world where trust is an illusion and everyone hides behind their own carefully constructed facade, one question lingers: Why do we smile?

After escaping the White Room, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka attends the ANHS in hopes of obtaining a normal school life and learning emotions. He has no attachment to the white room, and he hopes for peaceful school life. Will his hopes and dreams ever be achieved? Read more to find out Disclaimer: I do not own COTE or Quintesstial Quintuplets

Emiya Shirou era probablemente uno de los magos más talentosos del mundo, eso lo sabía con certeza ... su capacidad de prana obscena era prueba de eso ... entonces comenzó la guerra del Santo Grial y todos habrían su mayor desafío hasta ahora ... Convencer al idiota de que conocía la Primera Magia Verdadera y hacer que se diera cuenta de que casi todas las chicas lo perseguían. Crack Fic. Shirou / harem. Autor: The distorted shadow

Our protagonist enrolls at Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School and manages to place herself in a decent class. And she intends to enjoy her youth with clear goals and ambitions. But she has a secret-one she doesn't intend to share and is willing to take to her grave... unless... Classroom of The Elites belongs to Kinugasa Syougo.

Reaction fic with multiple povs and original scenes, mainly based off the original Starts off with a short prologue that no ones cares about but I added anyway. crossover happens on ch 3

An unknown virus ravages its way across Tokyo, turning its populas into cannibalistic undead overnight, its effects reaching even into the heavily isolated island that holds Advance Nurtung High School's and Japan's most elite students. In a single day, more than half of the entire island was swallowed up by the undead, leaving behind only our heroes as survivors to pick up the pieces. Disclaimer : This is a Classroom Of The Elite Fanfic. I don't own any of the characters that I didn't directly create myself. (This is a full on adaption and continuation of my original "Better Alive Than Undead" One-shot series.)

There are those who are shaped not by the world, but against it. Forged in the cold of isolation, trained not to live, but to dominate. Their mind is a machine, their will a fortress. They feel no attachment, no doubt, no failure. Everything within them is measured, calculated, perfected. From the outside, they seem invincible... but inside, all is silence. For someone like that, life is a chessboard. Every piece has a function. Every move, a purpose. Nothing is left to chance. Affection is a distraction. Tenderness, a design flaw. Love... a trap. But even the most precise gears can come to a halt before something that fits no formula. A soft voice, a daily laugh, a hand that reaches out without asking for anything. Something so simple... and yet so deeply unsettling. Because it stirs what had long been buried. Because it makes him feel. And then comes the moment to choose. To follow the same path as always: the clear, calculated road where nothing hurts but nothing truly lives either. Or to dive into the unknown, into a life where perfection doesn't exist, where mistakes are inevitable, where the soul may bleed... but might also bloom. He chose the latter. Not because he was wiser. Not because he was certain. But because, for the first time, he wanted to discover what lies beyond logic. Because something within him longed to love. And to be loved. Now he walks a road he cannot control. Filled with doubts, with shadows, with promises he cannot guarantee. There is fear. There is uncertainty. There is weight in every step. But there is also something new. Something warm. Something real. Perhaps this is the beginning of his undoing. Or perhaps, the most beautiful gift life could have ever offered. Only at the end will he know. And so, without looking back, he chose... 𝒜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽

hola a todos se que borre dos historias,y lo siento mucho pero vamos con la tercera y es la vencida si quieres insultar está bien.