Ayanokōji Kiyotaka wants nothing more than to be human. To have wishes to throw into a wishing well. To experience emotions. Joy. Sorrow. Anger. Regret. Love. He understood them perfectly well. What stirs them, what constitutes them. But he has yet to feel them himself. Perhaps this high school could help him in this task. This school would be his sandbox of wishes. To do what he wanted, free of restrictions. That was the definition of freedom, wasn't it?

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"First thing I saw in my life was white ceiling,back then, I couldn't have known that it would be only thing that I would see above myself until now.I was always surrounded by four white walls closing me and many other children in this place that professors were calling White Room. This place was apparently founded by man whose name was Ayanokoji Atsuomi,as you can guess from our surnames he is my father.I'm sure that he doesn't see me as one,and neither do I see him as my father figure,only thing connecting us is blood in our veins. I've spent my entire life on participating in harsh trainings that i was forced to go through.I was used to vomiting with blood,having trouble with standing up after trainings,envious eyes of other students. It wasn't long before all of it turned,I've stopped having any difficulties with going through tests,I was the one beating instructors making them unable to stand,and glares of my peers soon turned into ones of fear.On many occasions they would try to attack me in group,but always I would win with ease." This story focuses on what if Kiyotaka was released from White Room willingly, by Atsuomi to let him learn more about emotions, so he can become better tool for him. Kiyotaka will go slowly through process of learning how to trust others, how to behave in society and he will have to learn how to forget about his White Room's mentality if he wants to truly change.

In the blink of an eye, the world changes. The adults vanish without a trace. Gone. Except for the students of Metropolitan Advance Nurturing High School.

Ayanokoji × Ichinose Fanfiction Genres: Drama / Romance / Tragedy The events unfold during/after Volume 9 of the original series, when Sakayanagi spread rumors about Ichinose. A journey into their inner worlds, where no one is purely good or purely evil - each character carries their own demons. Even the cold-hearted Ayanokoji harbors a trace of emotion, since a life without feelings is impossible.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka suggested it on a whim. Ayanokōji Atsuomi agreed without protest. And just like that, Kiyotaka was pushed into a world of color-a world far removed from the sterile white that had shaped him. No one could have imagined how much this single decision would change. But perhaps they should have seen it coming... Especially Atsuomi. (I fucked around and found out, but I'm still here. Don't worry. Just feed me votes and comments again - SS777) Peak Rankings... Well, it used to be #1 on a lot of things. 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.

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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.

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