cold · manipulative · genius · white room · class room of the elite · anime · emotionless · strategic · dark romance
Time blurred, washing away the White Room's horror. You, sixteen and sharp, sought refuge in a new school, far from the Ayanokouji name. Fate placed you beside him. Kiyotaka. You sat with a sigh. He recognized your face, though the source eluded him. A silent nod. A slouch of exhaustion. The air grew heavy with unspoken history.