Days After You: Volume I

Days After You: Volume I

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High school romance stories are always about a boy meets a girl, boy or girl falls in love and together they live happily ever after. The one thing they do not tell is: boy and girl breaks up. The masked man in his bespoke suit was tormented with the thought. He hid them well before his servants as he sat on his wing chair looking down on Tokyo under the night. "Leave this room." A simple order he gave, throwing his hands to his side as a gesture of command. The room now belonged to him alone. No one else inside the room could see him. He takes off his mask and behind that ornament Venetian mask, lies a youthful visage. That of a high school student. The mask held a dear meaning to him, a manifestation of his feelings. He caresses the mask with his hands and slouches back to his chair as he lets his memories take him back. What could have made him into this?
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The world is all that is the case. Not dreams, not illusions-only facts. Bruises, regrets, empty teacups... those are facts. Junior high was hell, and I learned the hard way that fantasies don't rewrite reality. Now, in this academy of points and masks, I try again. Every smile, every silence, every trivial gesture-small propositions building into something larger. Logic dressed as theater, with all of us trapped in our roles. I search for a truth that doesn't betray me. For words that won't collapse into ash. And if they fail-then perhaps silence will suffice. I am Akihiko Mamiya. A boy down the rabbit hole. Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the Elite or any of its characters, concepts, or settings. All rights belong to Syougo Kinugasa and the respective publishers. This story is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only.

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