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.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka finally achieved what he's wanted since the beginning of his life: Freedom. However, freedom comes with it's own set of challenges... especially when Ayanokouji is forced to deal with the strange cast of Oshi No Ko. (Classroom of the Elite X Oshi No Ko) DISCLAIMER: I do not own any character in this story. Classroom of the Elite belongs to Syougo Kinugasa, and Oshi no Ko belongs to Aka Akasaka. This is just a fanfiction of both works. Cover Artist: Me, Myself and I.

Credit to @raiko575 for the shido, Ayanokouji art on this killer cover thank you. Blue Lock Crossover Discord for updates also here: https://discord.gg/9SGQK5Vfp7 **** After experiencing what highschool life has to offer for a little over a year, everything came crashing down for Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. Through no fault of his own, he has been forcibly taken out from ANHS by none other than his father. With the help of Tsukishiro, Ayanokouji's Father was able to dock his mid-term assessment, failing him in the process. Now leaving the school he enjoyed the small comforts of student life, Ayanokouji had to return to the White Room. ''The way I see it, you have two options bland masterpiece. You can accept a defeat you couldn't control and venture off into the obscurity that comes with politics. Or you can undergo my 'little' whiteroom experiment and pave your future with your own merits.'' The tall but skinny man in glasses and showing a blank stare reaffirmed himself. ''Don't get the wrong idea, genius. You will be going into uncharted territory and you might not even make it to my 300 man list. And even then, the only way you can reap the rewards I've laid out for you is by becoming the best. But how about it, perfect human? Do you want to keep those training wheels your father placed on you to satisfy his path, or do you want to let go of the training wheels and try something you actually have a chance at failing at? Doesn't it entice you?'' Those questions entered the very fabric of Ayanokouji's being. He had no other chance. If he wanted to experience the life he so desperately craved, then he must win the new white room: BLUE LOCK.

This will be a reaction fic where the characters will be watching Subaru's adventure in their world. Spoilers for the anime and the novels. These characters are Arc 5's characters. Season two will be in here along with Director's Cut season one and some OVAs. Special thanks to Wishful Witch on reddit for the cover art. Enjoy!

To be loved is not a right. It is not freely given. It is something to be earned. Controlled. Mastered. But admiration is fleeting. People get bored. They look elsewhere. And if there's one thing Kushida has learned, it's that the same techniques that make people love you... can also make them turn against someone else. Because control isn't just about being adored. It's about making sure no one ever takes your place. And Kushida Kikyou will do whatever it takes to stay on top. Even if it means never being truly known at all. That is, until she meets...

Crossover: Classroom of the Elite x Saekano: How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend (Saenai Heroine no Sodatekata) Japanese Title (Fanfic): 冴えない彼氏の選ばれなかった理由 (Saenai Kareshi no Erabarenakatta Riyuu) *** Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is many things: quiet, detached, analytical... and very much uninterested in extracurricular drama. After wandering into a clubroom in search of tea and silence, he instead finds himself surrounded by chaos in the form of two overachievers with very different ideas of what "good storytelling" looks like. Kasumigaoka Utaha writes bestselling romance novels with a pen dipped in sarcasm and self-satisfaction. Sawamura Spencer Eriri draws with passion, precision, and the emotional control of a shaken soda can. They have ambition, no focus. Creativity, but no direction. And now, they have Kiyotaka. As he critiques their half-baked plotlines and emotionally vacant scenes, he's pulled deeper into the mess-not because he wants to help, but because someone clearly needs to. But even as he claims indifference, the lines between "observer" and "participant" begin to blur. Because beneath all the clashing egos and awkward comedy, there is a story worth telling. And apparently, he's becoming a part of it.