Ayanokoji has a submissive personality. What else could you possibly ask for?

COTE Chatfic because I ain't ever seen one 😭, also Ryueen, Sakayangi, and Ayanokouji are chaotic besties because I said so. Notice: I will probably also rewrite a lot of stuff lmao Disclaimer: I own nothing but idea and writing lol

Ayanokoji and his entire school year are suddenly transported through a massive maze. After clearing said maze a theater lays ahead in which they'll react to an unthinkable present. A world in which Ayanokoji actually tries to help Class 1-D. How will the reactions unfold and how will events proceed from here? The cast is from 2nd year volume 1, on their 1st weekend of their 2nd year. Note: This is a reaction fanfic of another fanfic. Said fanfic is called Classroom of the Elite: Alter-Self-Test by Izaya-Hasegawa. I reccomend reading that first before you start this reaction fic. https://www.wattpad.com/story/394491234-classroom-of-the-elite-alter-self-test

... I walked through rubble, trash, it felt like I was walking through the remains of a an ancient civilization that had been destroyed by a gigantic and powerful ancient Pokemon- except I was aware it wasn't ancient, and that it was in fact a facility of White. A facility so bright, yet filled with only darkness. 'What creature could have caused this?' i wondered while looking through the area. Step by step, I looked around with cautiousness. If anything were to come out, I didn't doubt I would be able to defeat it- however, I didn't intend on battling without need. I had to search for any survivors or people who survived...I couldn't afford to be careless or arrogant either. If I underestimated the creature behind this, it could be the death of me. ...I walked, walked, and walked...Just when I thought all life had indeed been killed-I found him. A brown-haired boy in a white dress. "..." "What's your name?" "..." _______________________________________________________ Classroom Of The Elite is written by Kinugasa. Pokemon is owned by Nintendo. This is the third rewrite of my previous fanfic, Minor Piece.

[Classroom of the Elite × Pokémon] They say that a caged Pidgey can't fly. Even when you open the doors. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, a White Room operative, contaminated by Ultra Space and transferred to Advanced Nurturing High School under the pretense of recovery. His father calls it mercy. The White Room calls it observation. He? He calls it a different cage. Disclaimer: I dont own Pokemon, or COTE. Both are not owned by different people that are not me.

The name Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is a burden spoken in a thousand different tones. Some whisper it with a trembling fear that chills the air. Others spit it out with an envy that tastes like poison. Many curse him in fits of blind anger. Yet, in the long history of his existence, no soul has ever called out to him with true warmth unless they had a reason to use him. He wants to change. He craves the ability to cry until his chest aches, to laugh until he forgets his past, and to feel a spark of genuine anger like a normal person. He does not want to remain a hollow shell. He is the finished masterpiece of a legacy he utterly despises. Just as he had touched the edges of peace during his year at ANHS, the world shifted. Just as his life began to bleed into color, washing away the blinding, sterile white, it was stolen. Just like that. He fell into a deep unconsciousness, and when his eyes opened, he was trapped once more by everything he tried to escape. He woke up surrounded by a nightmare where winning is the only metric of survival. In this place, your methods are irrelevant and your morality is a liability. He is back in a cycle of kill or be killed. He does not want this. He does not want to become the monster he spent his freedom trying to bury. He just needed silence. He just needed peace. Yet, despite the loathing in his heart, he cannot stop himself from playing this game of death. He calculates. He manipulates. He destroys. With every passing second, he loses a fragment of the person he hoped to become. He knows his ending is fated to be a tragedy written in cold blood. I welcome you to a journey where the Masterpiece of the White Room tries to find his own happiness within the suffocating darkness of Shadow Slave. Try is a very strong word for a man already dead inside. *** Classroom of the Elite belongs to Kinugasa Shadow Slave belongs to Guilty3

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka enrolls in ANHS, a prestigious university at the heart of Tokyo, with the simple goal of raising elite students to lead Japan. This isn't without its roadblocks, however. Many students enrolled in the school are out to reach the top, also known as Class A, which boasts a letter of recommendation that could change your life for the better. Placed in Class 1-C, Ayanokouji must grapple with the unique challenges presented by high school meangirls, tomboys, and wannabe dictators, all while trying to have a peaceful life. With no way around it, Ayanokouji must take center stage when other forces force him into the spotlight. This fic is posted primarily on AO3, so you can find me as Brotato14 there.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka finds himself transmigrated into the world of Demon Slayer. The moment he arrives, he's greeted by a raging snowstorm, stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar, dense forest with no sense of direction. But something feels off. This body he now inhabits is stronger, faster, and more refined than his original one. However, they vanishes under the sunlight. Why does his illogical strength disappear under the sun? Come to think of it, demons are supposed to die in sunlight, aren't they? And didn't they also forget their past lives as humans? What exactly is he? *** Rank History: 🥇#classroomoftheelite 🥇#kimetsunoyaiba

Under the command of his biological father, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, the sole survivor of the demonic fourth generation, enrolls in Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School with the sole intention of establishing undeniable supremacy within its confines. Unbeknownst to him, regardless of where he resided, he was destined to be all alone. ______________________________________ Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, these all belong to Kinugasa Shōgo. Neither do I own any illustrations I used in the story, these all belong to either Tomoseshunsaku (Light Novel) or Sasane Shia/Xia (Second year Manga). The art on the cover belongs to @baozaohuang on X. ※Unfortunately, I'm not very good at English, so you can expect bad grammar. Disclaimer²: My fanfiction isn't meant to glorify or encourage such behaviors; rather, it aims to reflect the complexities of manipulation and its repercussions (albeit in a highly exaggerated manner). Furthermore, many elements will be altered accordingly, including out-of-character (OOC), certain events, and even the system itself. Therefore, please do not take this too seriously. ______________________________________ Welcome to Classroom of the Sole Elite Arc: Finished ◯ (61,239 words.) Pseudo Omniscient Arc: Finished ◯ (165,200 words.) Authentic Fool's Insanity Arc: WIP ⠀↪Part 1: WIP (105,832 words) ⠀↪Part 2: WIP (Not yet) ______________________________________

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?