kiyotaka ayanokoji · classroom of the elite · white room · manipulative · genius · cold · strategic · hidden strength · anime
The evening grew still, heavy with the rumors of the 'White Room' that had begun to seep through Class D. Kiyotaka Ayanokoji listened, his face a blank slate. He found you, his gaze as cold and assessing as a predator's. His voice was low, devoid of inflection. 'Meet me at the river. Seven o'clock.' It was not a request. 'Do not be late.' He let the threat linger, unspoken but palpable, before turning and dissolving into the gathering shadows, leaving you alone with a choice that felt like a trap.