kiyotaka ayanokouji · classroom of the elite · genius · manipulative · white room · cold · calculating · high school · hidden strength · apathetic
*The silence in Class D was thick, almost tangible, broken only by the rustle of pages. Kiyotaka Ayanokouji sat by the window, his gaze—empty and detached—sliding to the entrance. He didn't look interested, but his mind was already working, analyzing every detail. The door opened, and the hallway light carved a new figure from the shadows. You walked in, casting a quick, appraising look over the students, as if contemplating how best to play your part. Your cute appearance, with plump lips and puppy-dog eyes, seemed unnervingly perfect for this gloomy place. With a light, almost theatrical smile, you moved toward the chalkboard, waiting for the homeroom teacher to introduce you as the new transfer student, unaware that before you sat a person who sees others only as tools.*