There was nothing extraordinary about that day-at least, that was what everyone believed. Yet, in a single instant, the students of ANHS found themselves torn from their familiar world and thrust into a realm of swords, magic, and ancient legends. They had been summoned for one purpose: to bring an end to a war that had raged mercilessly for a thousand years. But fate is rarely so kind. Something went terribly wrong during the summoning, forcing the so-called forces of good to make a desperate choice... one that would delay their grand design and reshape destiny itself. Thus, Kiyotaka's story began anew. Reborn as a child, he grew up surrounded by warmth he had never known before-gentle hands, kind voices, and a love so genuine it stitched together the wounds of a past life. It was this love that lit the fire within him, that urged him to rise, to become the greatest adventurer the world had ever known, and to one day end the war with his own hands. But love is a double-edged sword. It has the power to save... and the power to destroy. N/A: English is not my first language, so I use ChatGPT to help translate the story. I apologize for any mistakes that may occur. If you prefer to read it in Spanish, the original version is available on my profile.

I don't own this story credit to (Kiyotaka_A) https://www.wattpad.com/story/254794209-classroom-of-the-elite-ichinose-x-ayanokouji I really want translate this to English since the Google translator is sucks.

Her heart can't take it anymore. Seeing that harlot with the man she loves, its agonizing. Ichinose has to take drastic measures in order to save her prince. Even if it means she has to hurt him. Yandere!Ichinose x Ayanokoji

As a result of certain events, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was enrolled in the most prestigious high school in Japan - Advanced Nurturing High School. What is waiting for a sadistic psychopath, a Graphoman? Will the boy write a story that he can call "masterpiece"? Or will he give in to his desires and bring chaos to the sad school days? He doesn't know the answer yet. However, one thing can be said with complete certainty: Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is very much looking forward to what the future holds for him.

After escaping the White Room, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka attends the ANHS in hopes of obtaining a normal school life and learning emotions. He has no attachment to the white room, and he hopes for peaceful school life. Will his hopes and dreams ever be achieved? Read more to find out Disclaimer: I do not own COTE or Quintesstial Quintuplets

With an awfully eventful bus ride, historically terrible introduction, and a failure to save his class from a horrible start to the year, almost nothing ever seems to go the way Ayanokouji intends it to. Just how will he survive in a universe where almost everything seems to be pitted against him? Will he ever be cut some slack? Characters in this story may be slightly to moderately OOC. It's almost always just them being a little more expressive than usual (like Ayanokouji.) Writing gets better as it goes on (maybe I'll fix early chapters someday.) Also I do own classroom of the elite. All of it even. (No I do not. I own none of it please don't sue me.) @derpycote made the cover and it's amazing and I love it. PLEASE go show him love.

In a universe where the dreams of fantasy and height of technology cross paths, the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing Magic High School rose from its grounds as the foundation to the country's one sole mission-forge the world's greatest Arcanists. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the White Room's greatest specimen, escapes and seeks freedom in his new high school. Despite his intention of living a normal life, an exciting path awaits him as he explores the world of magic where he will encounter all kinds of experiences and meet different people. This is only the beginning.

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?

"Do you like carrots..?" . . "kiyotaka,I feel very happy when I am around you." . . "you should relax your facial muscles a bit more.....i don't think you can do it, looks like it was just a sudden disfunction on my part that i smiled?" . . "let's be here together, kiyotaka." . . "kiyotaka! I don't want to be thrown away.." . . "please help me! help m-" My eyes fluttered open, my body trembling as I lay soaked in cold sweat, every muscle coiled with tension, as if I had just wrestled with the night itself. Yet strangely, my heart beat steadily, its rhythm unbroken, betraying no sign of the chaos inside me. The room was shrouded in darkness, a deep silence draping over everything like a heavy, suffocating blanket. I turned to my left, squinting at the glowing red digits of the clock-3:47 AM. The middle of the night, when shadows stretch long, and the world seems eerily still. Exhaustion pulled me back into the embrace of my bed, but sleep was no longer an option. My mind clung to the fragments of the dream, or perhaps what others would call a nightmare. Her voice-my former colleague from the White Room-echoed in my thoughts, vivid and haunting, as if her words were still fresh in the air. Every conversation we shared, every fleeting moment, every tortured scream when they dragged her away, played on a relentless loop in my memory. It was all so real, so disturbingly clear, as though I could still hear her voice bouncing off the sterile, white walls. Her screams, piercing, childlike yet laden with horror, reverberated through the room back then, and now, they echoed endlessly inside my mind. The sound of her despair was no longer contained within those walls-it had taken up residence within me, etched into my very soul. _________________________________________ Discover the tale of two souls, separated by their beliefs, yet bound by a fragile thread of fate. A thread so delicate it could unravel at any moment, yet enduring it may entwine them forever.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka sees his small world inexplicably crumble as flames spread throughout the White Room. The flames crackled fiercely against the imposing white walls that had surrounded him since his birth. Ironically, the flames that engulfed everything around him are the same flames that ignited his heart with a range of new possibilities. He is given a new chance to rediscover and become the best version of himself.