This is a rewrite of a previous fic. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka chose to live peacefully at Advanced Nurturing High School, but things took a turn for the worse when some students touched something they shouldn't have. How will he deal with being introduced to a brand new world of possibilities?

[Crossposted onto A03 under the same name] Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the Masterpiece of the White Room has gone missing, disappearing into thin air one night before the end of spring break. His whereabouts are unknown, his condition even less so. In his quest for freedom, equality and the rekindling of his humanity, he ends up in the worst place possible. A world of Titans, death and cruelty alike. It's not like he hasn't experienced it all. How will he deal with this world? Will his limited time in ANHS affect his actions or will he sweep those pleasant thoughts away for something more...close to home? Will he ever find the answers to his questions? Can he truly change? What is the meaning of equality? Will he lose his way, succumbing to that itch to control everything around him? Will he ever live that peaceful life he's always dreamed about? What even are his dreams? What is he? "Who knows?" __________________________________________________________________________________ This is a super small project. Don't expect many updates. Chapters are around 2500 per chapter, maybe, don't quote me on that. Simple premise: If Ayanokouji Kiyotaka were Isekai'd into the world of Attack on Titan. CoTE belongs to Shōgo Kinugasa and AoT belongs to Hajime Isayama. Support the official release, you bitch. ________________________________________ Impressive Rankings: #1 in Shingeki, 20 March 2024 #1 in No, 11 March 2024 #1 in Kyojin, 25 March 2024 #3 in Historia, 3 April 2024 #2 in CoTE, 14 February 2025 #4 in Classroomoftheelite, 12 January 2025 #1 in AOT, 17 April 2024 #1 in Attackontitan, 2 November 2024 #1 in Kiyotaka, 23 June 2024 #2 in Psychological, 26 June 2024 #1 in SNK, 16 August 2024 #1 in Eren, 26 November 2024 #1 in Shingekinokyojin, 30 December 2024

Long ago, when the witches forged the five beast cookies, they unknowingly left behind the scorched remains of failed dough, blackened crumbs, and discarded bits of cookie magic in the depths of the oven's shadows. These fragments coalesced, not by design, but by raw essence and lingering enchantment. From the ashes, you were born; a cookie not crafted by hand, but by consequence. You are crumbled, a calm, drifting presence with an uncanny silence and a gaze that unsettles even the boldest hearts. Neither malicious nor warm, you wander Earthbread without purpose, untouched by time or kingdom. That is, until you cross paths with the five Beast Cookies, each held a sudden warmth before corruption. They recognize something in you. Something wrong but right. Something unfinished yet whole. You don't seek them, but somehow, they begin to seek you. Each one, in their own way, becomes enchanted, fascinated by your mysterious nature. They argue, scheme, and plead to keep you in their kingdoms. But like smoke, you always vanish. Years passed, and the background of your mindless trails held the post status of wars that happened years ago that you never cared for. You then discover a kingdom in ruin, its walls are cracked, flags tattered, but its heart still beats. Five unlikely cookies find you there, cookies not of power or legend, but of hope. They want to rebuild, to create something sweet from what was lost. And for the first time, you stayed. But as you help breathe life into the forgotten kingdom, shadows from the past begin to stir, old flames of obsession, buried secrets, and the haunting truth of what you truly are. (Adopted by @Z_Y_Nightmare)

★ 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 - 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮-𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. ★ DR STONE x FEM!READER 4•1•25 ~ [REWRITING IN ANOTHER BOOK]

Yandere Simulator x Mitsuri Reader. _______________________________ ❝𝗪𝗵𝗼𝗮! 𝗦𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝗶!❞ ╰┈➣ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧: In which a pink hair girl starts her first day of high school in Akademi High and have certain boys fall over her. ©Yandere Simulator belongs to Yandere Dev. ©Kny belongs to its rightful owners. ©The story idea belongs to Roben Chan™ 2022. ©Any artwork I might use belongs to their rightful artists.

| | BOUND | | [Suzune x Kiyotaka] ~ Snippet of Chapter 1 ~ "Ayanokoji." She suddenly said my name with such determination that it almost scared me - key word: almost -, "Are you perhaps free tomorrow?" "I wouldn't say I'm busy. As a caution, I have to ask - if you are perhaps invited me on an outing - I would have the wrong idea to assume this is a food trap, correct?" "It's bold of you to incorrectly assume that I'm only offering you to come on an outing with me because I want something from you, alas, you are mistaken. Is it wrong to want to go on an outing with a f-friend?" "I suppose it's not wrong to want to go out with a friend Horikita, I'll accept you on the offer - seeing as I lack the means to refuse," I said, glancing at the compass that had returned to the hand of its owner, glinting in the sunlight. "Lack the means?" She falsely smiled at me, caressing her weapon, after all, it's rare to see her genuinely smile, "You have every right to refuse my kind offer Ayanokoji." "I gracefully accept your offer Horikita," STARTED : Sunday 14th April 2024 ENDED :

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's life hasn't been easy. After being placed in the white room for an experiment by his father during most of his childhood, he eventually managed to escape his grasp and enrolled in Tokyo Metropolitan High School, where contact from the outside is prohibited. Here, he can live as a normal student. His early experiences taught him that people nurtured in an environment to become geniuses are superior compared to those who rely solely on their genetics and knowledge. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is determined to prove his father's ideology wrong. Things seem like they might change when his entire school, after finishing the uninhabited island exam, is suddenly teleported to the ship's theater. They are about to react to the life and perspective of this one particular student. How will the others react when they find out that the student they thought was nothing is actually the one controlling things behind everyone's back? How will Ayanokouji Kiyotaka live from now on as he watches his peaceful life crumble in front of the student body? What is the main purpose of the one who orchestrated this act by revealing Ayanokouji's abilities to the entire school? One thing for sure; Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is more familiar with the crueler side of life, and it's going to take more than this to take him down.

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

I'm so glad you were there when I needed to, Y/n... Now I can be there for you, always...

"And finally, Jax!" I scanned the crowd, searching for this 'Jax'. "Uh..." Gloved hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Standing there was the rabbit I saw earlier. "'Sup, mousie," Jax said, leaning his body against my short figure-which reached up to his chest-placing an arm atop my head. I looked at my hands. When I moved my arm, the avatar moved along with it, black gloves moving at the same time as I did. Gently, I pressed my hands to my eyes, and- Nothing. The headset was gone. "What the @$_&." I clawed at my face, trying to remove the piece of technology. "Where did it go?" I pulled at my skin, trying to feel something, anything that was there, but nothing. Just skin. "Just keep pulling at it, it always works, mousie," Jax said, patting my cheek. I glared up at him. "Shut the @$&+ up." ~•~•~ The first thing I remembered when I came here was falling. Then I come here and I'm still falling. I bought some VR headset, put it on, and it cost me my future. Now, I'm stuck with people who aren't exactly people, an teeth-and-eyeball AI, and some annoying periwinkle rabbit. I've become a little muse of a mouse, supposed to be some sort of artistic inspiration. Yeah, right. But music is my safe space, and I was sent here with a flute and a purpose: to bring sound to the circus. I can either become the conductor or let people see me as nothing more than a statue in some museum. Ladies and gentlemen, the concert has started. ~•~•~ jax x fem!reader I AM SO SORRY IF YOU ARENT FEMALE ~•~•~ Start: November 26, 2023 Finish: November 30, 2024 Editing Finish: February 7, 2025 ~•~•~ cover credit goes to @RSpaceda!! ur an awesome artist and i could never :)