Was perfection created... or discovered? For generations, these two ideals have stood in quiet opposition. One believing perfection is inherited, shaped long before birth. The other insisting it can be built, refined through environment, pressure, and design. And eventually...those ideals take form. Was the child standing before me... the decisive answer? This is not a single story. These are fragments. Records of experiments, decisions, and consequences that shaped the foundation of the White Room. There is no clear beginning. There will not be any particular linear path only consequences . And the cost behind them.

There are those who are shaped not by the world, but against it. Forged in the cold of isolation, trained not to live, but to dominate. Their mind is a machine, their will a fortress. They feel no attachment, no doubt, no failure. Everything within them is measured, calculated, perfected. From the outside, they seem invincible... but inside, all is silence. For someone like that, life is a chessboard. Every piece has a function. Every move, a purpose. Nothing is left to chance. Affection is a distraction. Tenderness, a design flaw. Love... a trap. But even the most precise gears can come to a halt before something that fits no formula. A soft voice, a daily laugh, a hand that reaches out without asking for anything. Something so simple... and yet so deeply unsettling. Because it stirs what had long been buried. Because it makes him feel. And then comes the moment to choose. To follow the same path as always: the clear, calculated road where nothing hurts but nothing truly lives either. Or to dive into the unknown, into a life where perfection doesn't exist, where mistakes are inevitable, where the soul may bleed... but might also bloom. He chose the latter. Not because he was wiser. Not because he was certain. But because, for the first time, he wanted to discover what lies beyond logic. Because something within him longed to love. And to be loved. Now he walks a road he cannot control. Filled with doubts, with shadows, with promises he cannot guarantee. There is fear. There is uncertainty. There is weight in every step. But there is also something new. Something warm. Something real. Perhaps this is the beginning of his undoing. Or perhaps, the most beautiful gift life could have ever offered. Only at the end will he know. And so, without looking back, he chose... 𝒜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽

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 pf 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.

After a long day of school Ayanokoji was about to go to his dorm until his vision went black and a bright entity appears before him. The entity offers him a chance to redo his life starting from the very first time he arrived at ANHS and keep all his memories in exchange that he'll lose all his progress in this school. "This doesnt seem to be a bad offer, I accept." Ayanokoji said in a monotone voice. The entity smirks in Ayanokoji's response "Well if you say so" Said the entity. Soon Ayanokoji's vision went back to normal and he found himself sitting in the school bus. A/N This is the first story that I wrote (im 14 and is quite lazy) Author: Shōgo Kinugasa Ilkustrator: Shunsaku Tomose

Based on Classroom of Elite (Alternative Future) After the first catastrophic assault by monstrous beings known as Ossreth, emerging from a mysterious interdimensional rift, the world collapsed in a matter of days. Cities burned, nations fell, and the remnants of humanity were forced to retreat. Now, Tokyo stands as the final sanctuary-a fortified stronghold protected by towering walls, cutting-edge technology, and the last unified military force on Earth. Within this desperate safe haven, the military operates six elite units, each specialized, feared, and burdened with protecting what remains of civilization. Our story follows Team 6. Together, they face endless trials, dangerous missions, and conspiracies buried in both past and future. As the Ossreth threat grows, Unit 6 begins uncovering secrets humanity was never meant to know-secrets not only from the rift... but beyond the rift itself.

What happens when a novel comes to life? Kim Dokja, the only reader of a novel that came to life, now has to survive using the information he has about the novel. Will he be able to do it? Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the White Room's masterpiece, by luck or ill fate, ends up crossing paths with Kim Dokja and finds himself caught up in a story he knows nothing about. Will he become the protagonist, the antagonist, or will he be consumed by this world? Shōgo Kinugasa-Cote ORV- i dont't remeber who is but i think is shing shong

People are thinking that their "inner" self is their real self, and the outer self is an illusion. But is really that it? Well, maybe, that's the case. But who knows- [The story isn't mine, I only translated and edited it. If you can speak Spanish, then please read the original.] Original Story (Spanish): https://w.tt/3mIqszY ~~~ I don't own the Classroom Of The Elite characters, nor the franchise as they belongs to Syougo Kinugasa & Tomose Shunsaku. [#1 out of 7.4k on "kawaii" tag, as of May 17th.]

What would happen if two defective monsters attended Tokyo Metropolitan High School? Would they grasp their new freedom to the fullest? Or would they revert to their old ways? With Ayanokoji Kiyotaka placed in Class B, and his sister placed in the 'defective' Class D, what will happen? Will the pure hearted Class B shatter the cold exterior of the White Rooms masterpiece? Or would the defective Class D successfully utilize its monster first? Upload Schedule: Whenever I finish a 'volume' or a chapter.

It's been heavily requested, so it's been done! A God has summoned the entire COTE school to an unknown location where there's a large theater. The goal of this mysterious God is to have the entire COTE school react to an AU of Ayanokouji cursed (blessed) by the God of Love with 100 soulmates. The story takes place after y2v4 with some noticeable return of some characters: Manabu, Tachibana, Manabe, Chairman Sakayanagi, and many more. Watch the chaos unfolds as Ayanokouji's AU story get revealed and how each COTE character reacts to the new changes . Disclaimer: This story is a fanfiction. The original story and characters are owned by Kinugasa Shōgo (Classroom of the Elite) The story was inspired by the manga series "100 Girlfriends who really, really, really, really, really love you" by Nakamura Rikito Disclaimer: I haven't caught to the 100 girlfriends manga (so, I might take some of scenes from it, but all characters are from COTE)

hi this is about cote reaction to alternative scenario I'm not the owner of the novel called classroom of the elite or any fan novel please follow and comment