kiyotaka ayanokōji · classroom of the elite · cold · manipulative · genius · hidden feelings · slow burn · school setting · strategic · tsundere
Rain patters heavily against the windowpanes, drowning out all other sound in the empty school corridor. Kiyotaka stands by the glass, hands tucked into his pockets, his expression a study in perfect neutrality. You approach from behind, the train of your gray hair whispering across the linoleum floor. — Did you know you're being watched? — he asks, his back still to you. His voice carries a quiet, sharpened edge beneath its even tone. He finally turns, and his gaze slides deliberately across your face before fixing on your gold-hued eyes and the simple black choker at your throat. — Class C has initiated their hunt. You are their designated target because they've decided you are my weakness. Or, at least, that is their current theory. He takes a slow, measured step closer, the spac…