Classroom of the Elite: Curiosity

Classroom of the Elite: Curiosity

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Suzuki Shizuku and Kiyotaka Ayanokouji were not born... they were created. Raised in the shadows of the White Room, the two were products of a brutal, inhumane experiment designed to manufacture the perfect human. The fourth generation, in particular, was a nightmare of blood, silence, and survival. Out of dozens of children, only two emerged alive. Suzuki and Kiyotaka. They were not supposed to feel, dream, or question. But somewhere along the way, they did. With the help of a loyal butler, one of the few people in their lives who showed them genuine compassion, they staged the impossible: an escape. Together, they fled from the clutches of the architect of their torment, whose gaze still lingers over their future like a storm waiting to break. Their destination? Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, a prestigious institution isolated from the outside world, known for its self-contained society and merit-based system. A place where rules govern everything, and freedom is earned, not given. For Suzuki and Kiyotaka, it was the perfect hiding place. No outside contact. No surveillance from the White Room. Just three years of peace. Or so they thought. As they step into this strange, glittering cage, a school with shopping malls, parks, and apartments disguised as freedom, they find themselves surrounded by classmates who laugh, cry, argue, and dream. Concepts that were foreign to them. Concepts that had no place in the White Room. Now, for the first time, they must navigate emotions they were never allowed to feel, friendship, jealousy, hope... even love. But the ghosts of their past are never far behind. And the question remains: Can two children built for obedience truly learn to be free? Or will the scars of their creation drag them back into the darkness? A remake of my own fan fiction about an OC that broke the entire fanfic fandom 3 years ago.
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Kana Amai never believed in "fresh starts." People didn't become better versions of themselves just because they crossed an ocean - they just found new places to be a mess in. London had been loud, wild, and full of bad decisions that tasted like freedom. Tokyo? Tokyo was the same - just with better vending machines and stricter uniforms. At seventeen, Kana wasn't trying to reinvent herself. She liked who she was - talkative, dramatic, a little reckless; the kind of girl who could talk her way out of anything except a 7 a.m. class. She liked sleeping in, spending money she didn't have, and laughing too loud. If the world thought she was "too much," that sounded like a them problem. Her grandparents adored her anyway. They'd gotten her into Itachiyama Institute - an elite school where everyone breathed ambition and walked like they already had careers. Kana thought it sounded boring. Until she met Sakusa Kiyoomi. He sat two rows ahead in Class 3 - tall, sharp, disgustingly neat. The kind of boy who wiped his desk before sitting down, whose expression said, I'm surrounded by idiots. He was also the ace of the boys' volleyball team - school royalty, and, unfortunately, her new entertainment. Itachiyama had rules: every student needed a club. Kana tried. And failed. By the end of the week, her teacher sighed. "Fine. The boys' volleyball team needs a manager." "Wait, that's a thing?" Apparently, it was. She was handed a clipboard, and a court full of sweaty, six-foot boys who moved like they had engines instead of lungs. At first, it was hilarious - all that yelling and cleaning like their lives depended on it. Until she saw the team's ace. Sakusa Kiyoomi.

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