In the middle of a vast and infinite array of universes, there was a peculiar space that no one could precisely define. Was it a room? A chamber? A cozy void? It didn't matter. There sat Ryota, with his eternal mischievous grin etched onto his face, lounging carelessly in a floating armchair.
His hair, split into two tones-half as black as a starless night and half as white as the purest snow-swayed gently, even though there was no wind. His wings-one pair white, the other black-pulsated softly, as if reflecting the balance between chaos and order that he so delightfully despised.
Before him danced infinite timelines, intertwined like a colorful and living web. He yawned, resting his chin on his hand as he observed a specific thread. It was the world of Classroom of the Elite, more precisely, the meticulously calculated life of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
"Hmmm, how can someone live being so... boring?" he murmured, stretching his hand to touch the timeline, like someone poking a fish in an aquarium. "Everything calculated, everything planned... This boy doesn't even know what fun is! What a crime!"
He chuckled as he began spinning slowly in the air, as if deciding what to do.
"I got it! Let's spice things up here. That little boy from the White Room, right? Bet he's never even seen candy in his life! Poor thing, so cute and so... dull."
Snapping his fingers, he vanished, reappearing in the boy prodigy's past.
The White Room. The place looked like a white prison-lifeless, soulless. The sterile walls and suffocating atmosphere even made Ryota feel a little uneasy. He stopped in the middle of an empty hallway, watching the students frozen like mannequins in a scene where time was completely still.
"Yikes, what a dull place! Not even a little background music? Who designs these spaces?" he said to no one in particular, his hands in his pockets as he strolled lazily. "Ah, Ayanokoji, Ayanokoji... No wonder you grew up so odd. This place is toxic! Literally, it feels like I'm breathing boredom."
He finally found Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's room, the little prodigy of the White Room. There he was, an eight-year-old boy, sleeping peacefully. Even in his dreams, his face seemed apathetic, as if incapable of expressing any emotion.
Ryota crossed his arms, tilting his head as he observed the boy.
"So cute, yet so depressing... How did you manage to survive this, huh? I would've gone insane in two days. Okay, maybe one."
With a mischievous grin, he extended his hand, and with a soft snap, a box appeared beside the boy's bed. The box was black with golden details and bore a single word written on the lid: "Fun."
"There! A little gift for you, Kiyotaka," he said, crouching beside the bed and resting his face on his hands as he looked at the boy. "It'll be fun when you open it... or maybe chaotic. Either way, that's what I like."
He stood up, stretching his arms and sighing dramatically.
"Well, I guess it's time to let the show begin. See you later, mini-genius! When you wake up, things are going to get a lot more interesting."
Before disappearing, he paused for a moment, as if remembering something. He looked at the boy's face and murmured:
"Oh, almost forgot... Don't thank me. Not yet."
And with that, he snapped his fingers again. Time began to flow once more as if nothing had happened. The White Room's machines hummed again, the cold steps of the instructors echoed through the hallways, and little Ayanokoji continued sleeping, oblivious to the gift now resting beside his bed.
On the other side of the multiverse, Ryota reappeared in his peculiar space, throwing himself back into his armchair with a satisfied smile.
"Now that's more like it. Let's see how the little genius handles this."
"Let's see, I think I've got it. I'll take you out of this world," Ryota thought with a gentle smile, his gaze fixed on the threads of time.
Ryota grinned broadly, that mischievous smile that always meant he was about to stir things up. He stretched as if waking from a long nap, patting his knees before snapping his fingers. In an instant, he teleported to the future timeline numbered 492707-a timeline where that world had reached an interesting conclusion, at least for him.
When he opened his eyes, Ryota found himself in a luxurious apartment, something worthy of a design magazine. The marble floor gleamed with an impeccable finish, and a minimalist chandelier hung in the center of the living room. The furniture was modern, with perfectly aligned white leather sofas and a tempered glass coffee table. He ran his fingers along the tabletop, admiring the cleanliness.
"Wow... look at this. It's like they hired an army of robots to keep everything shining. So him, isn't it? The good old tidy way."
Ryota approached a shelf full of books and documents. He tilted his head, curious, as he read some titles. Philosophy, strategy, psychology... It was as if the shelf were an extension of Ayanokoji's analytical mind. But what caught his attention most were some framed photos placed alongside the books.
One photo showed Ayanokoji beside a woman whose face was partially obscured by the light reflected in the glass of the frame. Ryota picked up the photo, trying to analyze it better, but the universe seemed to conspire to keep the mystery alive.
"Married, huh? So the genius found someone who managed to break the ice around his heart. Who's the lucky one? Arisu? Suzune? Kei? Or some other girl I don't even know?" he mused, twirling the frame in his fingers.
He put the photo back, now more intrigued than ever. Ryota turned and continued exploring the apartment, each corner seeming like a piece of the puzzle that was adult Ayanokoji's life. He passed through the kitchen, immaculate and organized, with utensils that looked like they had never been used.
"Ah, of course, the chef here must be an expert... at ordering takeout," he remarked with a smirk.
Finally, he reached the master bedroom, a space as tidy as the rest of the apartment. In the center of the room, a king-sized bed dominated the space, with perfectly stretched sheets and meticulously aligned pillows. Lying there, in a deep sleep, was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, now a grown man. His expression was calm, almost serene, as if he had finally found some peace in life.
Ryota crossed his arms, analyzing the scene.
"Well, well, well... who would've thought the little robot would grow up and end up like this? Married, comfortable, and... boring. Where's the drama? Where's the fun?" he asked the air, clearly dissatisfied.
He spotted a small object on the bedside table: a digital alarm clock with an image in the background. The photo showed a smiling woman beside Ayanokoji, but, as in the other photo, her face was partially hidden. Ryota picked up the object and frowned.
"What a thing, huh? Not even the universe wants to tell me who she is. Now I'm really curious."
He placed the alarm clock back and looked at Ayanokoji again. Time remained frozen, allowing Ryota to act calmly. With a snap of his fingers, he conjured a small golden box and placed it next to the bed. On the lid of the box, the word "Fun" shone in golden letters.
"You might be comfortable now, but that's about to change quickly, my friend. I just want to see how you handle the mess that's coming. Consider this a gift from your number one fan."
Before leaving, Ryota took another look around the room. He noticed some interesting details, like a partially open book on the table next to the bed and a pair of rings carefully stored in a small box.
"Hmm... one ring for you and one for the mysterious wife. Romantic. Never thought I'd see this side of you, Kiyo."
He shrugged and snapped his fingers again, erasing any trace of his presence in the apartment. But before disappearing completely, Ryota cast one last glance at the sleeping Ayanokoji and let out a low laugh.
"Enjoy the calm while you can because the storm is already on its way."
And with that, he vanished, leaving time to return to normal and Ayanokoji's immaculate apartment untouched - except, of course, for the mysterious box now waiting to be opened.
Ryota teleported back to his home at the center of the multiverse. The place, as always, was a space that defied logic and understanding. It was both a bedroom and a hall, an infinite space yet intimately cozy. Walls made of galaxies shimmered around him, with stars pulsing like neon lights. In the center was a floating throne, covered in soft cushions and decorated with runes glowing in golden tones.
Ryota threw himself onto the throne as if it were a bed, legs crossed and a satisfied smile on his face. He snapped his fingers, and several holographic screens appeared before him, each displaying a different timeline. Each screen showed vibrant moments of worlds he had altered, influenced, or simply messed with for his own amusement.
"Ah, good old chaos... Nothing like moving a few pieces and watching everything unfold. Now, let's see how my little experiments are doing."
He scanned the screens with his eyes. One showed a world overrun by a zombie apocalypse, where the main characters struggled to survive in devastated cities and dark forests. He tilted his head, intrigued.
"Hm, that one... I still wonder how they'll handle the fact that the cure to the virus lies in the most unlikely person. I love when the solution is right under their noses, and no one notices."
He moved his hand, and another screen appeared, showing a timeline where the characters were trapped in a time loop, reliving the same days repeatedly.
"Ah, the time loop! Always a classic. I bet they'll lose their minds when they find out I'm the one responsible. Maybe I'll show up just to say 'hi' and watch their reaction."
Another screen emerged, showing a world where dragons and humans coexisted but were on the brink of an all-out war. Ryota smiled, resting his chin on his hand.
"Dragons and humans... Will they destroy each other or finally realize they're stronger together? Either way, it'll be fun to watch."
After playing around with the timelines for a while, he turned his attention to the three he had recently tampered with: the timeline of Ayanokoji's childhood, the present where he sowed chaos by introducing two time travelers, and the possible future of adult Ayanokoji. He snapped his fingers again, and the three timelines stood out, glowing brightly.
"These three are special. The innocent child, the mysterious adult, and the young man still finding his way... Putting these three together will be like throwing gasoline on a fire. I can't wait to see how they handle it."
He chuckled, a soft and amused sound, as he crossed his arms behind his head and reclined on the throne.
"Can't wait to see who breaks first."
He remained silent for a moment, simply watching the screens, his eyes shining with curiosity. Even as a god of chaos, he always felt that almost human excitement when watching his creations come to life. He pointed to the timeline where the present began to stir.
"And to think all this started with a little box and a few of my touches. Now I just have to wait... and enjoy, of course. It's going to be quite the show."
With a gesture, he turned off the holographic screens, leaving only the shining stars around to illuminate the space. He sighed contentedly and smiled again.
"Well, now it's just a matter of waiting for the chaos to start. Let's see if these three can entertain me."
And so, Ryota floated on his throne, patiently waiting to see the consequences of his prank. Because, in the end, he wasn't just a god of chaos - he was the greatest spectator in the multiverse.
Time Skip
A young Ayanokouji woke up as always, at 4:30 AM. His eyes opened slowly, but his mind was already fully alert. This was the result of years of exhausting training. An alarm clock was unnecessary, as his body was conditioned to this rigid routine. He stretched slightly, with precise movements and no wasted energy, before getting up and placing his feet on the cold floor.
The room was as monotonous as ever, with plain white walls and no decorations, just the raw functionality that was the trademark of the White Room. He already knew exactly where every object was, like a map engraved in his mind, but as he scanned the room, something caught his attention.
A box.
It was there, next to his bed, completely out of place in the sterile environment. He blinked slowly, his gaze fixed on the strange object. It didn't make sense. The White Room agents would never put something like that there without a purpose.
"This doesn't belong here, especially with those vibrant colors. It definitely doesn't fit in here."
His heart remained steady, as always. There was no surprise, fear, or excitement. Just a silent, methodical curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, observing the box from different angles.
"Is this a test? A psychological exercise to measure my reaction to unconventional stimuli? If so, it's an interesting approach."
Deciding not to approach it immediately, he grabbed a light shirt draped over the chair beside his bed. With a calculated motion, he threw the garment toward the box. The impact should have made some noise-no matter how minimal-but the box fell to the floor without emitting a single sound.
Ayanokouji frowned slightly.
"This is anomalous. Nothing, not even silence, is absolute. What kind of material could cause this absence of sound?"
Curiosity began to grow, but he kept it under control. He approached the box with light, almost inaudible steps. His mind was working at high speed, considering all possibilities.
"If this is an experiment, what is the objective? Perhaps they're testing my ability to handle the unexpected. Or maybe they want to assess my aversion to the unknown."
Finally, he knelt before the box, his fingers brushing the lid gently. The material felt normal to the touch, but there was something strange about its texture-solid yet intangible at the same time. Without further hesitation, he opened the box with a firm, direct motion.
Inside, he found items as out of place as the box itself: a small package of colorful candies, a note with the word "FUN" written in large letters, and a strange device that looked like a futuristic watch.
He picked up the note first, flipping it over in search of more information. But there was nothing else-just that one word. He stared at it for a few seconds, his eyes fixed as his mind tried to decipher its meaning.
"Fun... This is completely irrelevant to my situation. Are they trying to provoke me? Or are they trying to see how I react to emotionally insignificant stimuli?"
He set the note aside and picked up one of the candies. He analyzed the packaging carefully, examining every detail-from the material to the vibrant colors. Something about it felt odd, but he couldn't pinpoint what.
"Do they expect me to eat this? It seems like a test to evaluate my willingness to consume something outside my routine."
Calmly, he placed the candy back into the box. He had no interest in engaging with something so trivial. The likelihood of this being part of an experiment was too high, and he wouldn't give the agents the satisfaction of observing an emotional reaction.
Finally, he picked up the device. It was metallic, with a bright screen displaying numbers that made no immediate sense. He rotated the object in his hands, lightly pressing its surface to feel its texture. It was undeniably intriguing but equally inexplicable.
"If this is the main element of the experiment, perhaps they expect me to interact with it in some way."
He glanced back at the box, then at the note, and finally at the watch. His mind was like a machine, processing possibilities and eliminating unlikely hypotheses. Eventually, curiosity won.
With a finger, he pressed one of the buttons on the watch.
Before he could think any further, the world around him disappeared in a silent explosion of light. The room, the box, the White Room-everything vanished from his vision. The only thing that remained was the steady, calm sound of his breathing as he felt his body being taken somewhere.
(Shift in timeline: Line 492707.)
The alarm clock rang precisely at 6:30 AM, emitting a soft and rhythmic sound that resonated throughout the quiet apartment. Adult Ayanokouji opened his eyes slowly, unhurried. He wasn't the type to be easily startled, not even by the arrival of a new day. As always, his mind was active even before his body moved.
Calmly, he stretched, his movements measured and relaxed, before sitting on the edge of the bed. He yawned once-not from fatigue, but as part of his routine. His gaze traveled across the organized and sophisticated room, each detail reflecting the meticulously planned life he led.
He stood up and picked a light dress shirt, putting it on with methodical, almost automatic gestures. Looking at the bedside table, he reached for his wedding ring, but then something unusual caught his attention.
A box.
It sat there, resting as if it had always been part of the environment, though he knew with absolute certainty it hadn't been there the day before. Ayanokouji froze, his eyes fixed on the box while his mind began working at high speed.
"This is unusual. How could something like this have entered without the security system being triggered? No signs of intrusion."
He calmly adjusted the ring on his finger before walking to the door. He checked the lock, inspected the security system, and confirmed that nothing had been compromised. No alarms, no records of forced entry. Everything was as it should be.
"Strange... If someone managed to enter here without triggering the alarms, either they're extremely skilled or something completely out of the ordinary is at play."
Returning to the bedroom, he stood before the box, his analytical gaze examining every detail. It was a simple box, with no adornments or markings to indicate its origin. He leaned slightly forward, noticing the word "fun" written in large letters on top.
"Fun? Who would consider this an appropriate message for me?"
For a moment, he considered that it might be some sort of gift or prank. But who would know him well enough to think he'd be interested in something like this? He dismissed the possibility of it being a friendly gesture almost immediately.
Calmly, he opened the box, maintaining his relaxed posture and neutral expression. Inside, he found a set of colorful, seemingly harmless candies. His mind began considering logical possibilities.
"They could be disguised drugs... But who would have the motive or the capability to do this? None of this makes sense."
He delicately picked up one of the candies, holding it between his fingers as he examined it. The texture, the vibrant colors-everything seemed excessively normal. Still, he wasn't one to underestimate a situation just because something seemed harmless.
"There's no reason to consume something that appeared out of nowhere. That's not rational. If this is an experiment or a test, I won't give whoever's behind this the reaction they expect."
Placing the candy back in the box, he noticed something even more peculiar at the bottom. A watch. It was a sleek, metallic device, futuristic in design, with a softly glowing screen. He picked it up carefully, turning it over in his hands.
"A device? This changes the possibilities... Perhaps it's not just a gift or a prank. There might be something bigger behind this."
He stood still for a moment, holding the watch as he pondered. The word "fun" echoed in his mind, an almost taunting reminder.
"Fun? Whoever left this clearly doesn't know me. There's nothing fun about unpredictable situations."
Still, there was something intriguing about the simplicity and mystery of the object. After a few moments, Ayanokouji pressed the larger button on the device without hesitation, yet without emotion.
The light around him brightened, and in an instant, everything vanished from his field of vision. The chic apartment, the box, the candies-everything was gone. He felt his body being pulled somewhere before completely disappearing.
(Main timeline.)
The classroom was as quiet as any other day. The monotonous sound of the teacher's voice blended with the soft noises of pens writing on notebooks and the occasional rustling of someone shifting in their chair. Ayanokouji sat in his usual seat, his expression calm and neutral as always. Beside him, Horikita spoke in a controlled tone, attempting to start a conversation.
"So, Ayanokouji, what are you planning to do after class?" asked Horikita, her voice reflecting an attempt to sound disinterested, though clearly curious.
He turned his gaze to her, responding in the direct and calculated tone that was characteristic of him. "I'm going out with the group. Haruka, Sakura, Akito, and Yukimura."
Horikita nodded, not looking surprised but still curious. "Hm. Something specific or just killing time?"
"Killing time," he replied, though his thoughts were elsewhere. His mind momentarily drifted to Kei. They were keeping their relationship a secret, and he pondered whether he should text her after meeting the group. He concluded that he should, but before he could think further about it, the classroom door opened abruptly.
Chabashira entered, her expression immediately capturing everyone's attention. She looked... uneasy. It wasn't common to see the teacher that way, which caused the students around to start whispering.
"Everyone, silence," Chabashira announced, though her voice lacked its usual firmness. "Ayanokouji, come with me. The principal wants to speak with you."
The entire room fell silent for a moment before erupting into murmurs.
"Why does the principal want to see him?"
"What did he do?"
"Is he in trouble?"
Ayanokouji remained expressionless, though his mind was already formulating hypotheses. The principal? Could that man have come to the school again? Would he really waste his time trying to convince me to leave when there are already two White Room students infiltrated here?
Before he could stand, Horikita, as usual, intervened. "Teacher, what exactly is happening? Why is he being called?"
Chabashira hesitated, a rare gesture for someone with her usually firm demeanor. "That will be disclosed later."
Ayanokouji observed the exchange calmly, but he noted the nervousness in her voice. Theoretically ruled out-if it's something that will be disclosed, it likely doesn't involve that man, which makes this even stranger.
Rising without haste, he followed Chabashira out of the classroom. As they walked through the corridor, he broke the silence with his usual tranquility.
"What happened for me to be called?"
Chabashira turned her face toward him briefly but avoided making eye contact for too long. She seemed uncomfortable, almost... confused. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. It's better if you see for yourself."
Her words were vague, but the tone carried a weight that Ayanokouji didn't ignore. He analyzed the situation in his mind. Something out of the ordinary, to the point where even she didn't believe it. That rules out the possibility of it being something routine. What could be so absurd as to make her react this way?
He continued walking beside her, keeping the same calm expression, though his curiosity was growing. "Not even the principal believes what he's seeing?" he asked, more as a statement than a question. If the principal himself doesn't believe it, that means this is something truly, truly bizarre.
Chabashira let out a sigh, averting her eyes again. "Not even him."
Her response only raised more questions in his mind, but he decided it would be more efficient to save his analysis for when he saw what was happening firsthand.
They continued walking through the silent school corridors, their footsteps echoing softly. Ayanokouji observed every detail around him, his mind remaining focused on the mystery. Whatever it was, he knew he would have to face it with the same calm and pragmatism as always.
Ayanokouji calmly opened the principal's office door, but what he saw inside briefly unsettled him. Sitting on the couch were two figures that, at first glance, looked far too familiar. He immediately recognized their faces, but the idea that this was possible made his eyebrows arch slightly, almost breaking his usual composure.
One of the figures was himself, but much younger, appearing to be around eight years old. His wide, attentive eyes analyzed everything around him, with the restrained curiosity typical of a child trained in the White Room. The other figure, however, was an adult version of himself. The features were the same but marked by years of experience. He displayed an imposing posture and a deeper gaze, as if carrying the weight of decisions and responsibilities the teenage Ayanokouji had yet to face.
"I see now..." thought the present-day Ayanokouji, adjusting his posture and regaining his neutral expression. This explains why Chabashira seemed so nervous. Who would believe this?
The principal was sitting behind his desk, maintaining a serious demeanor. He gestured calmly for the teenager to sit down. "Ayanokouji, take a seat. We need to discuss something of utmost importance."
Without hesitation, Ayanokouji approached the chair and sat down, adjusting his posture while his eyes alternated between the two versions of himself. Despite his unchanged expression, his mind was racing. What is going on here? This makes no sense. Versions of me, at different points in life, sitting in this office? Someone orchestrated this, and I need to find out who.
The silence was broken by the adult version. His voice was deep and firm but carried a controlled and calm tone, clearly reflecting years of practice in dealing with complex situations. "First of all, I think it would be useful for all of us to establish exactly what point in the timeline this is. What year is it?"
The teenage Ayanokouji crossed his arms, keeping his gaze fixed on the older man. "We're in the second year of high school. More specifically, right after the island exam and before the halfway point of the school year. I'm currently part of a group with Haruka, Akito, and Yukimura-something we call the 'Ayanokouji Group.'"
The adult nodded slightly, as if processing the information. "Understood. That gives me a point of reference. At least I know this happened before some critical events I've experienced in the future."
The child Ayanokouji, until then silent, tilted his head slightly as he observed the two. His eyes showed curiosity, although his face retained the stoic expression typical of White Room training. He looked at his teenage version with genuine curiosity that seemed stronger than his discipline. "So... this is the outside world?" His voice was steady but carried the innocent tone of a child still trying to understand what was happening.
Before the teenager could answer, he turned directly to his adult version. "Did you come to this time on purpose?"
"No," replied the adult, crossing his arms. He seemed to ponder his words before continuing. "The last thing I remember was being in my apartment. A box appeared out of nowhere. Inside, there were sweets and a peculiar message: 'fun.' I decided not to eat the sweets, but there was a strange device inside the box. As soon as I activated it, I was brought here."
The teenager turned his attention to the younger version. "What about you? What happened before you appeared here?"
The child crossed his legs, placing his hands on his knee in a disciplined manner. "I was in the White Room, in my room. Suddenly, a box appeared. There was something inside that looked like a watch. When I touched it, I felt like I was being pulled somewhere else... and when I realized it, I was here."
The teenager closed his eyes for a moment, processing the information. This is no coincidence. Someone clearly planned to bring versions of me to this moment. But who would have the resources for something like this? More importantly, why?
"Principal," he said, looking at the man behind the desk. "What do you plan to do with this situation?"
The principal took a deep breath, clasping his hands on the desk. His expression was grim, as if he were dealing with something far greater than he had anticipated. "Ayanokouji, what's happening here cannot, under any circumstances, leave the walls of this school. Only the teachers, staff, and students will know. No one else."
The teenager tilted his head slightly. "Not even the government?"
"Especially not the government," replied the principal firmly. "You know as well as I do that if this information falls into the wrong hands, chaos will be inevitable. Imagine what they would do if they discovered it's possible to manipulate time and bring different versions of the same person to the same moment. We can't take that risk."
The adult Ayanokouji nodded, crossing his arms. "I completely understand. In the future, I'm involved in political matters, and I can assure you that if this were discovered, the consequences would be catastrophic. We can't let this spiral out of control."
The principal looked at Chabashira, who stood near the door, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. "Chabashira, make sure no one outside of those involved here knows about this. I want the entire school to be aware that any leaks will result in the most severe consequences possible."
She nodded quickly, leaving the room without saying anything further.
The teenage Ayanokouji looked at his older and younger versions. Someone with significant influence is behind this. But what do they want from me? What do they hope to achieve by placing three versions of myself in the same place?
The child version looked at the teenager with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Is this how I'll end up? With friends? Outside the White Room?"
The teenager hesitated for a moment before replying. "Yes. This is how things will be... for now."
The silence filled the room as everyone pondered the next steps. The teenager knew this situation wouldn't end here.
Director: "Before you leave, we need to establish some rules." The director's calm and controlled voice echoed through the room, carrying an authority that seemed to weigh even more in this surreal moment unfolding. He turned to the future Ayanokouji, fixing him with a firm gaze. "Avoid sharing information about the future. We don't know the consequences that could arise for the current timeline."
The future Ayanokouji remained impassive for a moment, his relaxed posture contrasting with the tense atmosphere. Then he nodded slowly. "Understood. It wouldn't be wise to take risks. I'll keep the information restricted." His voice was calm, almost casual, but still carried a tone of maturity that the other versions of him lacked.
The teenage Ayanokouji, watching the scene, felt a slight unease. He's... so calm. Too calm. It's not like I'm not like this too, but there's something about him that's different. How does he handle all this like it's routine? He looked away for a moment, trying not to be affected by the presence of his older self.
Meanwhile, the child Ayanokouji stared intently at the adult, his curious eyes shining with unasked questions. After a few seconds of silence, he could no longer contain himself. "You... smiled." His voice was clear, but carried a tone of pure curiosity. "How is that possible? Who taught you that?"
The future Ayanokouji looked at him with a gaze that seemed almost nostalgic. There was something in his eyes that showed he understood exactly what the boy was feeling. "Some people taught me. It wasn't something I learned immediately, but over time... I realized it was necessary. They helped me understand that."
The teenage Ayanokouji raised an eyebrow slightly, observing his future self. "People? What kind of people?" His voice was neutral, but there was an almost imperceptible tone of skepticism. For him, trusting others seemed distant, almost impossible.
"You'll understand when the time is right." The adult Ayanokouji smiled slightly again, as if that was enough of an answer.
The child Ayanokouji furrowed his brow, clearly unsatisfied with the vague response, but didn't say anything more. He turned his gaze to the director, as if expecting him to explain what was going on.
Director: "Alright, it seems like you three have enough understanding for now. I'll call Chabashira to take you back to the classroom. Follow her instructions and don't cause any trouble." He picked up the phone on his desk and, with a calm tone, called the teacher to return to the room.
While they waited, the teenage Ayanokouji looked at his future self, trying to analyze every detail. He seems so different, but still... it's like I know he's me. The way he speaks, the subtle movements... but that smile. Why does he smile like that? He seems so comfortable... almost human.
The door opened again, and Chabashira entered with a firm posture, though there was a slight hesitation in her gaze. "I'm ready to take you back to the classroom. I've explained the situation to the director."
The future Ayanokouji looked at her with a slight smile, something that caught her by surprise. "Thanks for this, Chabashira. You're still exactly as I remembered."
Chabashira froze for a moment, her rigid expression replaced by a slight blush on her cheeks. "W-what do you mean by that? I'm not here to receive compliments, Ayanokouji."
The teenager observed the scene closely, recording her reaction. Is he flirting? Or is this just part of the way he talks now? I can't imagine myself saying something like that. What happened to him?
The child Ayanokouji watched everything in silence, his eyes moving between the adults as he absorbed every detail. To him, it was like watching a scene from a movie, something completely beyond his understanding. Why are they acting like this? They don't seem so different from me, but still... they're strange.
In the hallway, the four walked side by side, with Chabashira leading the way. The child Ayanokouji looked around with fascination, observing the bustling school corridors for the first time. He wondered what it was like to live in such a place, so different from the White Room.
"This place is strange..." he murmured, looking at the students passing by them.
The teenager looked at him, maintaining his neutral expression. "You'll get used to it, kid."
The future Ayanokouji nodded slightly, looking at the boy. "Life outside the White Room is full of surprises. Some good, some bad. But you'll find that there are things here worth experiencing."
"Like what?" the boy asked, his curiosity now stronger than ever.
"Like freedom," the adult replied without hesitation, smiling slightly.
Meanwhile, Chabashira glanced at the future Ayanokouji out of the corner of her eye. "You seem to have changed quite a bit. It's strange seeing you like this, so... different."
"Everyone changes, Chabashira," he replied calmly. "Even you've changed, even if you don't realize it."
The conversation was interrupted as they arrived at the classroom. Chabashira turned to the three of them, her expression becoming serious again. "Remember, this situation will remain inside the school. Only the teachers, students, and some staff members are aware of it. No one else should know, especially the government."
The adult Ayanokouji nodded. "Understood. This would be a much bigger problem than it seems."
The teenager mentally sighed again, already complaining about the situation. Now I have to deal with all the students reacting to this mess. This is going to be a problem.
Chabashira opened the classroom door, and the students' gazes immediately turned to the three Ayanokoujis. The silence that followed was so thick it seemed to fill every corner of the room.
The teenage Ayanokouji entered first, maintaining his calm and neutral posture, while the child Ayanokouji followed, holding Chabashira's hand firmly. Finally, the adult Ayanokouji entered, his gaze scanning the room with an almost unsettling calmness.
The teenage Ayanokouji remained impassive, already imagining the chaos that would follow. This is going to be a nightmare. He looked at the child Ayanokouji, who was holding Chabashira's hand tightly, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement, as if he were about to explore a new world. Finally, he glanced at the adult Ayanokouji, who seemed too calm, almost as if he already knew what was going to happen.
"Get ready," Chabashira murmured, waiting for the students to notice the three with her.
The students noticed the three entering. An ear-splitting silence overtook the room. All eyes were fixed on the three Ayanokoujis now positioned in the center of the room.
"Don't say anything yet," Chabashira ordered, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.
"I know this might seem... impossible, but what you're seeing is real," she said, trying to maintain a firm voice. "These are three Ayanokoujis. On the left is the 8-year-old Ayanokouji, a version from the past. In the center, the Ayanokouji you know, from the present. And on the right, his adult version, who came from the future."
For a moment, the silence persisted as the students processed what they had just heard. And then, in perfect synchrony, they exploded.
"What?!"
The room was filled with shouts of surprise, excited voices, and chairs scraping as the students stood up, trying to understand what was happening.
"Is this some kind of joke?!"
"Three Ayanokoujis? How is this possible?!"
"This can't be real!"
Amidst all the confusion, the child Ayanokouji looked around, fascinated by the reactions. He seemed about to ask something, but the teenage Ayanokouji grabbed him by the shoulder. It's better if he doesn't say anything. This is already complicated enough.
The adult Ayanokouji, on the other hand, simply observed everything with a slight smile. He almost seemed to enjoy the situation, like a slight nostalgia for the chaos that was his class.
Chabashira slammed her hand on the desk, her patience clearly running out. "Silence, all of you! I told you this is real, and you will accept the situation. No one outside this school can know about this, understood?"
The students slowly began to calm down, but the atmosphere remained heavy with murmurs and curious looks.
The teenage Ayanokouji mentally sighed. This is just the beginning of the problem.
Chapter 1 completed.
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