Don't expect anything and read at your own discretion. It's going to be a crackfic. After tasting alcohol for the first time, Kiyotaka finds himself strangely fascinated by its effects. Unfortunately for everyone around him, that curiosity doesn't stop there... Grammarly, LanguageTool, and Sudowrite are used to assist in writing.

Heavily inspired by the goat; Hima-Loy. While I'm waiting for him to release new chapters, I decided to do a fun story and let loose. I'm not good at writing story descriptions, but here's the idea: Year 3 Ayanokoji Kiyotaka ends up transmigrated into Wataru Sajou's body at a bizarre moment. From there, the story unfolds.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is thrown into the Backrooms, a vast and hostile place that defies reality. Cut off from the world he had just gotten a taste of, he soon discovers that others have been drawn into the same nightmare. As they fight for survival, they are forced to navigate ever-shifting levels filled with deadly creatures and escaped SCP anomalies, turning every step into a constant battle for their lives. Note: + Slow-burn survival horror that prioritizes atmosphere and dread over fast-paced action. + This is my first time writing, and English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes. _______________________ WARNING: This story contains graphic imagery and disturbing content that may induce anxiety or fear. Read at your own risk. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Classroom of the elite or any of its characters. Please support the original work. All images in this book have been edited by me (I do not own the original images). The book cover was created by me using AI, but most of the images are sourced from games, wiki or pinterest. _______________________ Started: 15 September 2024

I'm not good at writing story descriptions, but here's the idea: Ayanokoji Kiyotaka ends up transmigrated into Wataru Sajou's body at a bizarre-and frankly disgusting-moment. From there, the story unfolds.

[THIS STORY IS BEING RE-WRITTEN BECAUSE THE AUTHOR IS DOGSHIT AT ORGANIZING NOTES] [THE REWRITE IS ON THIS STUPID-ASS AUTHOR'S PROFILE, NOT THIS STORY.] Cyberpunk? Cyberspank? Choom? Kyber Crystals? Cyberpsychosis? Psychosis? But doesn't he already suffer from it? What? Emotionally stunted sociopath gets sent to a very stinky city.

Her heart can't take it anymore. Seeing that harlot with the man she loves, its agonizing. Ichinose has to take drastic measures in order to save her prince. Even if it means she has to hurt him. Yandere!Ichinose x Ayanokoji

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?

If I may I'd like to pose an interesting question. What is the worst type of human? There's a large variety of objectively wrong types of humans, ranging from liars and thieves to manipulators and abusers. Despite all of the flaws in these people they all have one thing in common; They are self-centered. In most cases they refuse to show true empathy for another person. They only act to benefit themselves and if a situation cannot benefit them they most likely will not involve themselves in it. Many people may say the abuser is the worst, they hurt those closest to them and feel no remorse for it. Others may argue that a thief is the worst, they take from others and most of the times they steal for pleasure or for a want, not for a necessity. In my personal opinion, the worst type of person is one I didn't name but rather a mixture of two. A lying manipulator. 🥉- Ayanokouji 🥈- Horikita 🥇- Kiyopon 🥈- Kushida

[Ayanokouji in Class C] Ayanokouji Kiyotaka exists behind walls-a quiet observer, numb and detached, shaped by a past designed to erase everything that makes him human. Shiina Hiyori lives in fragments-names blur, faces fade, and memories vanish into ink-stained uncertainty. For her, connections aren't permanent. They're fragile whispers, always slipping through her fingers. When solitude meets uncertainty, the line between healing and breaking blurs. Two people, each hiding from the truths they carry, find themselves tangled in contradictions they can't escape. In a world that rewards control and punishes vulnerability, is it possible to be seen, to be real-even if it hurts? Or will they lose themselves in the echoes they tried to silence?

After receiving the news of Matsuo's death, Kiyotaka falls into a deep depression. Having trouble with this situation in his normal life, Kiyotaka tries to recover with the help of his classmates. But it will not be easy, because he feels guilty.