"...I wish I had never relied on you. I wish we never became friends and... I wish to never see you again." I could only watch her trembling form leave as the words echoed in my ears. Is that really your wish? Fine... Show me, Horikita. Show me a world without my interference. ... Three years back in the past, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, had only goal left. The Whiteroom, Advanced Nurturing High School, The Class Battles... none of it mattered now. All he wanted to do now was watch over someone. Someone special. ... Half-Yandere Ayanokoji x Horikita. Warning- This isn't a heart warming story at all and no matter how much I love Suzune, she'll suffer in this book. Though it pains me, I still find it beautiful to write. Chapters are long, 5,000-6,000 words each. Chapters will be updated every Friday or Saturday.

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.

Don't expect anything and read at your own discretion. It's going to be a crackfic. After tasting alcohol for the first time, Kiyotaka finds himself strangely fascinated by its effects. Unfortunately for everyone around him, that curiosity doesn't stop there... Grammarly, LanguageTool, and Sudowrite are used to assist in writing.

If I may I'd like to pose an interesting question. What is the worst type of human? There's a large variety of objectively wrong types of humans, ranging from liars and thieves to manipulators and abusers. Despite all of the flaws in these people they all have one thing in common; They are self-centered. In most cases they refuse to show true empathy for another person. They only act to benefit themselves and if a situation cannot benefit them they most likely will not involve themselves in it. Many people may say the abuser is the worst, they hurt those closest to them and feel no remorse for it. Others may argue that a thief is the worst, they take from others and most of the times they steal for pleasure or for a want, not for a necessity. In my personal opinion, the worst type of person is one I didn't name but rather a mixture of two. A lying manipulator. 🥉- Ayanokouji 🥈- Horikita 🥇- Kiyopon 🥈- Kushida

After being assassinated moments after killing almost everyone in the White Room, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka dies at age 25 on New Year's midnight. In the void after death, his memories replay-his brutal childhood in the White Room, the life he built at Advanced Nurturing High School, and the love he found with Horikita Suzune, only to lose her and their unborn child when his father murdered them. Instead of disappearing forever, Kiyotaka awakens in his 14-year-old body eleven years in the past, before he entered the school. With all his memories and emotions intact, he realizes he has been given a second chance. This time, Kiyotaka intends to protect Suzune, destroy the White Room before it rises again, and defeat his father once and for all.

Quiet, average, and perfectly content staying uninvolved, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka never expected his school life to intersect with romance - especially not other people's. Yet somehow, the girls around him keep losing at love, staying close to their crushes even after the outcome is decided, smiling through conversations while someone else steps into the role they wanted. And without ever meaning to, Kiyotaka finds himself in the same place - present, included, and uncomfortably close to affection that has nothing to do with him. He never set out to pursue anyone or take part in the competition, but that doesn't stop him from being treated as though he lost all the same. Can someone who never joined the race endure being placed in the role of a losing heroine? It seems he's about to find out.

Author-san.. is bored. And a bored Author-san is a recipe for chaos. Seeing a chance for fun, THEY decided to go ahead, do a bit reality-warping and other supernatural stuff and force the cast of Classroom of the Elite to react. "Timeline is a short time after the Island Exam", Author-san told the readers casually. "This'll only include first years and teachers, maybe I'll add more if I want to, who knows? Copying reality and consciousnesses is a bit bothersome though, so maybe I won't. The same trigger warnings as in OBLIVION apply to this one."

This is the English version of my first fanfic, "El silencio que nos cambió" So, if you see any grammatical errors, please apologize. This is a reaction story where ANHS reacts to his future self and to Ayanokouji, except the latter died in the white room. Why, you'll find out. I'll change some canon things, and only certain characters will be involved in the plot. Enjoy, no further comment. This is a fanfiction. The original work is by Shōgo Kinugasa. Credits go to him. I'm just writing the story. 😅

The Class Leader's of the 2nd Year had been teleported in our world, where... the AHNS doesn't exist! How will they live in our world? Will they be instantly recognized by the public? You will be seeing it in this Fanfiction. Prepare for the unexpected... I wanted to make one because this would be actually funny. Disclaimer: I do not own the Classroom of the Elite/Youkoso Jitsuryuku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushutsue. All the credits goes to the the author, Shougo Kinugasa-sensei, and the Illustrator Tomoseshunsaku-sensei.