Ayanokoji was tasked to become the god of soccer. Can our masterpiece overthrow and dominate the monsters of blue lock to reach the absolute top? Read to find out. I just caught up to manga and it's good. So here I'm making a fic on it. I'm not very well versed in football so keep your expectations of action scenes low. Every character belong to their respective authors. Well that's all for now. Enjoy.

***Credit to Devilkouji for the cover. Incredible*** Ayanokouji X Percy Jackson Series (Definitely the first two series, Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus, not sure about the trials of apollo) Hope you all enjoy and thank you.

Kiyopon and other Koujis adventure oneshots and react This will be my first fanfic don't expect much

Ayanokouji is quite a liar, even to himself. A collection of Kiyozune stories. [Horikita x Ayanokouji]

Young Ayanokouji goes to ANHS all out but due to his age he will not be as op and this is going to be kind of fluffy with maybe some comedy if I can make it funny lmao. cred to kinugasa boi

What if Ayanokouji was born a year later than canon? Shiro, the masterpiece of the White Room, has escaped to ANHS, a prestigious school in Tokyo with the goal to raise elite students. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, Yagami Takuya, Amasawa Ichika, and Nanase Tsubasa have all been tasked with the goal to expel him. Ayanokouji will learn many things through his time at this school, and eventually, his decisions may lead to the course of Japan's History to change completely... I will try to do daily to semi-daily updates, but I'm writing two stories at once, yk how it is. Advice and criticism is welcome, just don't tear me apart! All rights are Syougo Kinugasa's

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka tiene que convivir con varias chicas a lo largo de su experiencia en la ANHS. ¿¡Qué tipo de relación tendrá con cada una de ellas!? Descúbrelo en estos One Shots. Todos los personajes o la mayoría son OCC.

¿Que esperan? Pues es sexo carajo. #1 🥇 amorobsesivo 23/06/2025

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