"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.

Very random ideas with a very random upload schedule. I'd say it's a decent length, however my early works aren't something I'm proud of but there are a few exceptions. The quality of the chapters overall increased after AOT x CoTE oneshot, even then there are a few here and there that I cringe at when I re-read, like the 'Moonlit Warrior' chapter. Hopefully, you guys don't cringe too much. I do not own Classroom of the Elite. Go read the actual light novel from Syougo Kinugasa.

Embark on a new story alongside with the girl that defies social conventions just to pursue her love.

Another Crossover! Cote x Roshidere! Alya X Kiyopon. or... Alya, Maria x Kiyopon! Uniqueness is my Nickname so I write Unique Fics, JK! The Personalities are Similar to Canon with a Slight Difference. The Events Begin at Volume 5 in Canon. Kiyo here is the Literal Loner since He Didn't Even Bother Talking to the Idiot Trio. Alya and her Sister Transferred to ANHS because of a Certain Incident. This'll be my 3rd Fanfic but Still, Don't Expect Much. I do not own the Characters in the Characters in this Story. Credits to their Rightful Owners. Kinugasa Shuogo and SunSunSun.

First FanFic/ First Story I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy! :) Kiyotaka Ayanokoji a new first year at the ANHS was placed in class D the lowest one. They have to fight or make alliances with other classes to advance further. During his time at this school he meets a girl in the library who changes his view on life. Will they be able to graduate together or will they be expelled? Best Rankings - #1: firstwork - Jan. 14, 2024 #4: library - Mar. 7, 2024 #6: hiyori - Mar. 5, 2024 #6: classd - Mar. 5, 2024 I did not create Classroom of the Elite this is just a fanfic.

"Nii-Nii, have you already found friends?" "Well..." This is going to disappoint her. She already forced me the second before we got on the school bus to behave myself and maybe even achieve the goal of getting a girlfriend. "Разочарование" [Disappointment.] "How about you, Yuki?" Yeah. That's my sister. Yuki Suou. We are 11 months apart, and funnily enough, the same year. Both first years in this weird school. Which has the same surname as me. We both are Suou, well I am also called Kiyotaka Suou. But that fact aside, not a single person got to know my actual name. [DISCLAIMER: I do not own COTE or Roshidere. These books belong to Shogou Kinugasa and SunSunSun. Please do NOT mistake this for my work, whilst the credits should belong to them. ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FICTION ARE (ABOVE) 18 YEARS OLD.

Do you hate Rent a Girlfriend? Do you hate its cast, specifically its main character? Do you wish it was a GOOD story instead of the mindless slop it's turned into? Does that description remind you of CoTE perhaps? Well, you're in luck! Because Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, The Masterpiece of the White Room is here to save it from the depths of despair! Why is he here in the first place? I don't know and don't question it or I'll be under your bed tonight! __________________________________________________ Hi I'm EasyQueasy and I'm currently in a mental asylum for schizophrenia (I'm joking) and welcome to a side project that I thought of one day and decided: FUCK IT DUDE WE BALL! Please read Wax Wings instead of this garbage, it's on my profile. ______________________ Rankings: #1 In Peak, 17 July 2024

Rent a Girlfriend but not shit. Plot aside from some basic stuff regarding backgrounds and major events (of which there isn't any because this manga is terrible aside from the waifus) will be displayed. Also credit to Junior for my cover.

Friendship, respect, love, and freedom. Kiyotaka Ayanokouji has seen it all at this point. But now the stakes continue to pile on the Masterpiece as he and his friends look to put the nail on the coffin against Apocalypse who are at the brink of bringing society to its knees. Not only that, but he also now gets his chance to finally destroy the White Room. The place that made him who he is today. Looking to break the shackles of his past once and for all. Kiyotaka along with the friends and allies he's made will finish what they started. But even among the terrorists and criminals. There is still one he needs to defeat. A Devil awaits him at the end of the road towards a peaceful life. Also, I do not own these characters. Credits to their creators.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji doesn't feel. Doesn't flinch. Doesn't fail. People are tools. Emotions are liabilities. That's how he was trained. That's how he wins. Until Murasaki Aoi steps in. She's not a rival, nor a threat- not in the way others are. But she unsettles him. Gets under his skin. And the more he watches her, the more the lines blur: Is she just a means to an end? Or is she the beginning of the end? Two broken minds. One perfect lie. In this game, it's not just about survival- it's about who you become. !! Warning !! → Grammatical errors and typos → Slow Burn → Slow updates → Contains parental abuse and traumatic experiences for the scars it left