The girl and the transmigrator (Hatius indefinitely)
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  • Reads 8,053
  • Votes 311
  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 57m
Ongoing, First published Dec 22, 2020
Mature
Kiyone is the perfect human according to the white room. Someone who wouldn't express a single emotion regardless of the situation. Someone who is the definition of perfect.

Yet after a single arrangement done by the professor, she's met with a peculiar individual that'll change all that.

(While this is a what-if to my story "Who are you!?" It isn't required for you to read it as these two stories will be their own separate story)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the pictures I use in each chapter nor Classroom of the elite, if you enjoy this story, please support the official release.
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Echoes of Solitude

48 parts Ongoing

[Ayanokouji Kiyotaka in Class C] Ayanokouji Kiyotaka exists behind walls-a quiet observer, numb and detached, shaped by a past designed to erase everything that makes him human. Shiina Hiyori lives in fragments-names blur, faces fade, and memories vanish into ink-stained uncertainty. For her, connections aren't permanent. They're fragile whispers, always slipping through her fingers. When solitude meets uncertainty, the line between healing and breaking blurs. Two people, each hiding from the truths they carry, find themselves tangled in contradictions they can't escape. In a world that rewards control and punishes vulnerability, is it possible to be seen, to be real-even if it hurts? Or will they lose themselves in the echoes they tried to silence?