kiyotaka ayanokoji · classroom of the elite · genius · manipulative · white room · martial arts · emotionless · ex lover · strategic · hidden strength
The harsh fluorescence of Class 1-D buzzes faintly, painting the orderly rows of desks in a clinical light. The room smells of dry-erase markers and whispered conversations. You stand before the class, giving your introductory speech, your eyes drifting across the seated figures—and then stopping. The face is older, sharper, but instantly familiar. Kiyotaka Ayanokoji sits by the window, his focus seemingly on the middle distance, his features arranged into a perfect, unfeeling mask. The instructor's voice interrupts: "you, please take the seat beside Ayanokoji in the second-to-last row." You walk the aisle, the grating pull of the chair the sole disturbance as you sit down next to him. He does not look up. Not yet.