Thrown into a world of Nightmares and dreams, the masterpiece must find his way to top of the food chain- once again. How will this pursuit of power affect the Fate of the World and its characters? Let's find out !!! (P.S. Sunny is not in this story) Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters. Credits to Guilty3 and Kinugasa. Please support the original creators. Best Rankings: #1 cote 16 Nov '25 #1 effie 30 Nov '25 #1 cotefanfic 10 Dec '25

During the explanation of the end-of-year special exam, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka gets unexpectedly summoned to the Chairman's office, only to find his father waiting. He offers him to enroll in Tōtsuki Culinary Academy as a first-year, and Ayanokoji accepts after confirming the legitimacy of the transfer. How will Ayanokoji Kiyotaka fare in the culinary world? Grammarly, LanguageTool, and Sudowrite are used to assist in writing.

Ayanokoji is trying to get to know himself and at the same time calm the feeling of real lust raging inside him.

Alright. Just writing a bunch of random ideas and stories about our boy, Kiyopon.

Just some stories for me to alleviate my horniness and random ideas that I want to explore and mess around with. I don't own Classroom of the Elite and its characters yet. All credits go to the author Kinugasa Shougo and illustrator Tomose Shunsaku.

In a world shrouded by fate's haze and woven with deception, who dares seize true victory? Through endless corridors of choices, missteps, and folly, whose hand truly shapes the game? "He" awoke, a stranger cast into an era of steam and shadows, where cannons roared and miracles teetered on the edges of madness. The stage is set. And when, "Their" fates collide, the game would hurtle toward its inevitable end: The Final Gambit. ******* RANKINGS No. 1 in #Celestial No. 1 in #Alger No. 1 in #Fool No. 1 in #Williams No. 1 in #Fors

in this world pochita helps 14year old kiyotaka escape the whiteroom and they go on the run for 2 years until the get crossed by The yakuza who are working with kiyotaka's dad and leads to pochita giving kiyotaka his heart to kill the devil. and there is lemon.

Truth. A word, or rather a concept of the human mind. A tapestry of thoughts gathered across countless civilizations since the dawn of humanity. Ninth heaven or eigtheenth hell. Let me ask you, are you burdened by the truth or liberated? What would happen if your darkest secrets found their way into the light? When the truth inevitably digs it's way back to the surface under a mountain of lies. Would you despair, or would you feel relieved? Does it burden you or is the secrecy your motivation for hiding it behind a façade? What do you truly feel about the truth? Does your curiosity draw you to it or is it numbed by bliss? Do you hide it from everyone else...or yourself? ... What would happen, when the person with the darkest secrets didn't mind exposing them? ... All characters belong to me, Kinu just stole my ideas fr fr. All characters belong to Kinugusa-bro, cover ain't mine as well but you can give me credit nonetheless, not like I would deny.

Because of unknown reasons, the overpowered Kusuo Saiki suddenly appeared in a world that has people with supernatural abilities called quirks. Saiki: Today, I am also on my way to becoming an ordinary person. [It should be okay to use a little bit of force...right?] Normally getting admitted to UA High School with the destroyed 0 Pointer behind him. [What is this, disgusting.] Normally facing the attack of villains with unknown victims and their exposed brains embedded in the wall that could not be pulled out behind him. [Don't even think about it, Mineta!] Normally dealing with a group of dumb classmates, who are studying 100 uses of his superpowers every day. [Shut up, get out, don't come over.] Normally accepts the successive destruction of his childhood friends and is deeply skeptical of his daily life. [......I wanna die.]

What if you woke up knowing exactly how your future would unfold? On his second day at Advanced Nurturing High School, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka found himself in that very situation. Three years worth of memories with people both familiar and unfamiliar... and a splitting headache. At first, he dismissed it as just an incredibly vivid dream. Until it all starts happening exactly as he remembers. Word for word. Step by step. He should have known it was real... right from the start. After all, he never had a headache before. Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the Elite or any of its characters. They are the property of Shōgo Kinugasa, Media Factory, and associated rights holders. This fanfiction is written for fun, with no intent to infringe on copyrights.