Though he'll never say it to your face, he let's you get away with so much. Not because you're good at convincing him to go along with your shenanigans. But because he just can't say no to you.
If you decide that you're going climb on himβ whether that be in the comfort of your own home or in broad daylight. Do it. He won't encourage you, but won't stop you either. Just be careful not slip. He'll catch you if you do, but he'd rather not risk your safety like that
If you decide that you randomly want a quick look at his muscles under his clothesβ strip him. Sure, he may think you're weird, but he won't make any attempts to stop you either. If you try this in public though, that's a whole other story. Maybe. Play your cards right and you'll get your way.
On that note, if you choose to run your hands along his bumps and curvesβ he'd let you! He'd silently watch as you fawn over his sculpted physique β created through years of hard work. Assuming you decide to put your mouth on him, he won't object. There'll be a slight furrow of the brows, but nothing more.
Then, there are the times you bite him. He'll jolt, but then look at you with a look of bewilderment and/or nonchalance. What you get is entirely dependent on his mood that day. He'll ignore the sting, but will intead focus on how cute you look when you're pleasd.
If you must, you're allowed to cling to him all day. Sure, he'll huff and puff as he drags you from place to place, but he'll never tell you off for doing it. In fact, when it's the dead of night and your completely wrapped around him like a second blanket, he actually quite enjoys the extra weight. It reminds him that you're there β aliveβ and that you want him.
It doesn't matter what you do. He'll say nothing and just observe your odd behaviour. There will be no argument. There will be no fuss. And there will be minimal resistance to your antics. All you'll get is a quiet, loving gaze as you get up to your usual antics.
At the end of the day, sure, he thinks you're the strangest creature to have ever crawled out the crevices of the earth. But he likes you that way and is willing to indulge you in whatever your dearest heart so pleases! <3
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(Hella OOC but) whipped! Kiyotaka Ayanokoji x Secret Lover! ReaderΒ
A/n: While scrolling through the #ayanokoji x reader tab (as one does), I am rather appalled to see that there's so very little of him. I say that is simply unacceptable. Now this may get maybe one or two notes (one being myself), but I'm posting some good soup for that person. So take this, the first installment of the Ayanokoji x reader series. This one is for you, @ayanokojisimp; you cured my writer's block this time.
Now, I understand this might be out of character entirely, but I don't care at all. I have decided that if I am to die, I shall be free in my cringe. Aka. Iβll write for all the fandoms I feel donβt get enough love anymore. With that being said, please enjoy this drabble of Kiyotaka Ayanokoji x Reader.Β
TW: None, just Kiyotaka being whipped and loving on you as you deserve
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji Κββ°πβ§π¦ΛΛ³κ¦κ·
The clock flicked to 12:00 am right as he sat up. Now, any normal student would be long at rest at this hour. However, Ayanokoji is not normal, so he is awake. He flicked his phone off as if it offended him somehow and let out a long drag of breath before flicking his gaze to the book on his nightstand; it was some psychological thriller he was only half invested in. The main character only served to irritate him, so it was an easy pass.Β
Now if you ask what keeps this abnormal student awake, itβd be you. Well, the fact that youβre not here, that is. You promised to get here exactly 27 minutes ago (yes, heβs been timing it), and youβre still keeping him waiting. His usual dead expression might not give it away, but he was certainly irritated about it. Itβs been a long day, figuratively, obviously, but you knowβ¦. He spent the better part of the day keeping his classmates out of his hair and contemplating why he ever thought it was worth getting the miserable lot of them into class A, even if itβs solely for his benefit.Β
Kiyotaka never spends the day around you, but not for the reasons one might be led to believe. He loves you; however, that might be an understatement by now. Like everyone else, you used to be nothing but a tool to get rid of when he saw no more use for you, but after months of being around you, what became mere tolerance became a consistent dependence he wonβt verbalize.Β Compared to all the wastes of space that occupy this planet and all the tools that are in his toolbox, you are divinity given flesh. Itβs nothing he can simply put into words, and itβs doubtful he even could if he tried. You occupy a space in his head that makes him obsessive and sickeningly possessive. Youβve done little more than pretend to date him at first, but now, the simple thought of another person, another man laying a hand on you, makes him homicidal. Thatβs exactly why he spends the late hours with you; he doesnβt want anyone to see how he loves on you. Itβs not theirs to see; they can keep their eyes to themselves before he gouges them right out. Not that heβd ever show that side to you. Never that. Youβve handed a weird compassion to him that he never wants to let go of, for you at least.Β
After his day, the moment you proposed meeting, it was almost laughable how quickly he agreed. Of course, itβs Kiyotaka, so his bland tone masked his eagerness, but the neediness was obvious. So why? Why were you taking so damn long to get here? To walk into his arms? Do you even know how filthy this world is? That's why you need him because he can keep you clean and can keep you safe. He doesnt want to have to get up and find you but if you donβt keep making him wait, someone will have to answer for thisβ¦ God forbid anyone is keeping you away from him. Which fucker thinks they can justβ
βOh, there you are.β He releases a breath from so deep in his lungs, he hadn't known he was holding it. With the calm efficiency only he could pull off, he wipes the malice from his face and moves to meet you at the door, tilting his head. βYouβre late. What happened? β He shuts and locks the door behind you, ushering you in with a hand to your back. You let out a nervous chuckle. βSorry about that. I wouldβve gotten here faster, but Karuizawa bumped into me, and then I had to play some sick version of 20 questions to get out of the conversation. β You take a seat at the edge of his bed, shrugging your coat off with exasperation. You had come in matching pajamas, silly as they were. Cartoon clouds and stars might have been childish, but Kiyotaka found them endearing on you and kept buying you more.Β
Kiyotaka watches as you take your seat and sits down next to you as he listens to your explanation. He clicks his tongue, a derisive sound. βShe doesnβt know when to stop meddling. I told her to stay out of my business, but she keeps sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong.β How dare she keep you from him? Who cares what investigative shit she thinks sheβs pulling?Β Itβs pathetic, and he told her to quit trying to pry into his life after their little βarrangementβ ended. With a dismissive wave, he finally makes eye contact with you, studying your face with subtle annoyance he couldn't hide. βWell, you're here now at least. That's what matters.β Kiyotaka takes the jacket from your hands and tosses it across his room before reaching out and tugging you closer by the waist. His hand rests possessively on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through the fabric of your clothes. βDonβt bother explaining yourself to her next time. I donβt like anything coming between our alone time.β He rests his head against your hair and silently breathes you in. He liked to sear it into his head for when he couldn't see you the next day. He had to stifle a shudder at the unique scent you radiated. βI do typically just ignore her. I guess I just felt bad this time. She got all pushy after a while, though, so I just walked off after that.β You rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a yawn. βI didnβt mean to make you wait, sorryβ¦β Most of that was a mumble as your sleepiness was catching up to you. "Forgiven," he says simply, his voice still low but no longer carrying that sharp edge of irritation. βJust don't make a habit of it. Theyβre nothing but distractions, so itβs nothing to disregard them.β
He lifts his head and puts a bit of space between you two, enough to look at you properly as he reaches up and cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb stroking gently over your skin. His touch is warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Leaning in closer, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. βYou matter to me. Donβt degrade yourself by sharing that beauty with the ugly of this world.β He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in your presence, your scent once more, and the feeling, the oh-so-amazing feeling of your body pressed against his. When he opens them again, there's a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely lets anyone see. "Stay with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone anymore." A soft chuckle escaped you as you brought your hand to his cheek, noting how he fluttered an eye closed when your fingers approached. It was a weird and cute habit you never got enough of.Β It wasn't very often you got to experience this delicacy from Kiyotaka. On average, he always had his guard up and gave the world the cold shoulder. However, every once in a while, in the quiet nights like this one, you can catch a glimpse of something warmer, something real.Β
(π.ππ+) πππ: (OH) I DON'T GET IT, YOUR THE ONLY THING THAT I LOVE
ayanokoji kiyotaka/fem,reader ; no prns r stated, however, through desc it feels like it was meant for fem readers, kissing, cringe confession, 'ask what it means + realization' trope, reader finessing a kiss from him, + me heavily projecting my aroaceness on him.
despite his percieved outward appearance and demeanor, ayanokoji's mind is quite different. he has some semblance of the ability to feel, though he can't outwardly express it. he doesn't and has never craved human warmth or affection since his infancy.
its unnecessary, there's simply no place for it in his life. though, there are times where he wishes he could feel what others do, where he could smile like others do.
though no one has ever prompted him to start that journey. not kushida, not horikita, not even karuizawa. he wonders if he'll forever remain behind the doors of those polished white walls. that is until he feels the warmth of your hand on his arm.
those dehumanizing walls of class where he was observed like a lab rat remain fresh in his head.
reminders that his father would do anything to get his most successful product back in his grasp.
though when you give him that sweet dimpled smile he pushes it to the back of his head. never forgetting, though still on the forefront of his mind.
when you stand on the tips of your toes to reach his height, releasing him that cute little giggle. he can't help but give in . . . just a little. after all, how could he stand on his word when the person he's against is too pretty.
despite how intelligent he is, he can't seem to pick up that he feels diffrent towards you.
the reality of differential feelings towards others was a bit foreign. even when he stepped into the social atmosphere of high school, his view didn't quite change. no matter the girl, no matter the boy, he felt the same.
until you whispered the nickname you made up for him. βkiyoookoji!β in your cute tone, you dragged out the beginning of his name, to end it with the end of his last name. he finds it a bit cute? that you've crafted a nickname for him.
one only you are allowed to use.
nothing changed until you ( forcibly ), dragged him to your dorm and happily explained the anime he had missed out on during his previous 16 years.
kiyotaka ayanokoji hadn't quite realized how he felt, despite the way he leaned in closer to hear you better. despite when his eyes immediately snap to your form. despite the wave of warmth he felt when you hugged his arm, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you look up at him with those pretty doe eyes.
βkiyoooo-o!β you smile and drag his name out per usual. your body is tilted towards his as you lean on the rail of the cruise balcony.
it was another island exam, not very surprising.
though the luxury, the beautiful seas, and the atmosphere is something you could never get over. βhm?β
βwhatcha thinkinβ bout?β you smirk and lean in, βim guessing that's your thinking face considering ive never seen you frown like that . . . or everβ normally, people would smile at your teasing, though in his mind he wants to, his lips don't move.
βcan i ask you something?β
βcourse, what is it?β
β. . . i think im feeling something, towards someone.β
βoh?β intrigue fills you, βdo tell.β
β. . . something about them is different. i feel different when im near them, like im letting my guard down instinctually. i want them.β
you hum, a finger playfully tapping against your chin. βdiffrent? how?β
βlike . . . i feel warm around them. they grab my attention whenever they walk in. and i like listening to them. no matter how ridiculous it sounds. i just think it'sβi feel different around them. and i don't know if i want it to stop . . . i think i do?β
ayanokoji's eyes drift to you. his eyebrow raises slightly. βwhat?β
βkiyo,β you smile, βyou've developed a crush. normal people get that all the time.β
βhuh,β he mumbles.
βcare to tell me who's caught your eye? i wanna know what your type is,β you tease and lean towards him.
ayanokoji feels a sense of amusement at your actions. he takes a breath before looking at you, his eyes locked on yours. βyour smart, i think you already know the answer to that question,β he whispers.
your lips twitch into a smile, βcute.β
you hum and stand up straight, taking steps to be right in front of him. βwould you care to test my theory?β you smirk, mischief in those pretty eyes he loves to drown in.
βand how would we do that?β
βkiss,β you whisper and stand on the tips of your toes, your lips hovering over his. you feel his breath against your lips and you lock eyes with him once more. βcare to trββ
before you can finish your words, his hand finds purchase on your hip and he presses his lips to yours. his eyes flutter closed as he takes in the feeling he gets from you. your voice, your smile, your touches.
after a moment he breaks away, his hand lingering on your hip. his eyes open and looks into your eyes, not uttering a word.
. . .
βwellllll, was i right?β
he presses his lips to yours once again, holding you a bit closer this time. you chuckle and cup the side of his face. you break away, only for him to lean in for another.
βhey you,β you whisper, causing him to pause, βthat's a lot of kissing for someone who isn't my boyfriend.β
ayanokoji's lips twitch at your words, βthen would you date me?β
a hum leaves your lips. your eyes travel to his, your thumb running along his bottom lip. a smile grows on your face. βsince you asked so nicely, yes.β
A/N: A small thing I thought of, I noticed how people still read my old works especially classroom of the elite so here you go
Ayanokoji x Female class leader
Ayanokoji watched as your fingers glided over the study guide explaining the materials to him. They had decided due to his low scores that he did to keep his normal appearance that he might be in need of a tutor. In all honesty it was average and they didn't have to assign one. That is, if he didn't drop his grades on purpose just to have you the new class leader tutor him. Instead of being focused on the material in front of him he found himself darting to your soft lips the way they moved as you explained the materials the way they broke into a grin as he understood something. He didn't quite understand the term or emotions that came with "Love" never having felt it himself. So he processed this as an obsession instead, someone who he admired.
"Ayanokoji?" You said as you snapped your fingers in front of his face causing him to snap out of his trance. He ducked his head mimicking a shy action as he spoke. "Sorry miss" he said making his voice a bit softer than his normal monotone voice. A sigh left your pretty lips as you smoothed out the skirt of your uniform. "It's okay everyone gets distracted sometimes" you said in encouragement placing one hand onto his shoulder making him suppress a shiver. "Yes I suppose so, you can continue I apologize" he said in an attempt to get you back to talking frequently. Which worked as your eyes focused back onto the materials your voice speaking softly as you started explaining again. This time he paid attention, maybe he'll pay attention more often as long as you do the talking.
Ft: A. Kiyotaka (gn!reader, a [former] one sided fake relationship, heβs using you but heβs also fallen in love with you, you fell first but he fell harder trope)
I finished Classroom of the elite season 1 like 2 days ago and this is totally accurate and not ooc shut up!
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Youβre just a pawn.
Itβs what Ayanokoji told himself.
Everything was fake.
All of it.
At least in the beginning it wasβ¦
Even if when walking you to your dorm, heβd hold your hand a little tighter as if not wanting to let go.
Even if when heβs out and sees your favorite pastry, and if itβs the last one, he fights his way through the crowd of people to be the one walking out with it.
Even if when he sees you talking to a friend you said you used to have a crush on, something in his chest, in his heart, felt off.
Your smile, your laugh, the way you look so relaxed as you chat with that friend.
You couldβve had a normal relationship if it werenβt for him.
Was he selfish?
Yes. Yes he was.
Heβs accepted that fact a long time ago.
So why is he acting like this?
Why is it that when he looks at you, heβs willing to throw away everything, including his plans, just for you?
To live a normal, peaceful life with you, heβd do and sacrifice anything and everything of his. Heβd give you all of him if you asked. He was yours and you didnβt really know it yet.
Upon realizing this, he hasnβt been the same since.
But youβre just a pawn.
He has the audacity to think that as he looks at the picture of you both he keeps in his pocket, holding it in his hands as he sighs before stretching his arm to place it on your nightstand.
Your arm was thrown over his chest as you curled up into his side while he laid on his back on your bed. He looked at your face with an expression he didnβt know he could make before closing his eyes.
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i just wanted to come on here and say i wonβt be returning to this blog. i actually made the decision back in july 2024 to stop writing on this account, even though iβd still randomly pop in and leave a comment here and there (i knowβ¦ i canβt fully let go π).
but!! i am keeping my promise about angelβs trumpet. even though i never officially announced it back then (why was i so lazyβ¦ actually donβt answer that). i have been working on it. the summary is way stronger now, and iβm taking more time to really refine the relationships between the reader and the other characters. just give me a little time. spring break is coming up and thatβs when it should roll out.
i used to love classroom of the elite so much when i was in high school. likeβ¦ that was my entire personality at 16β17 π iβm 21 now which feels insane to say out loud, but i still want to do it justice because i know i can. wow that sounded heroic for no reason LMFAO.
but fr β angelβs trumpet is making its comeback. and season 4 of classroom of the elite drops in april, so hopefully the fandom is still alive and active with me.
you can find me on my other account: @kojisarchive
the full story will be on wattpad & quotev. probably not tumblr because longer stories kinda suffer on hereβ¦ but maybe iβll drop the prologue just for nostalgia. weβll see.
thank you for growing up with me, genuinely. i was a literal teenager when i made this account. if youβre curious (or want a laugh), itβs on wattpad under @kojisarchive
anywayβ¦ thatβs all from me. see you soon π€
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I don't know if you've already gotten. One of my previous requests but I'd like to send another one in, if you don't mind.
Could you write a one shot with Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, from Classroom of the elite?
I'd really appreciate it if the reader could be kept fem! And the one shot was fluff/angst, but it's ultimately up to you.
Have a nice day/night/afternoon!
Notes: I haven't written for Ayanokouji in forever omg so I just had to do this!
Warnings: slight angst, reader doesn't realise she's being used
Characters involved: Kiyotaka Ayanokouji
Fem reader, you/yours
He tried ignoring your advances, Kiyotaka really did.
At first it was easy to simply drop a small peck or two on the crown of your head as you shifted impossibly closer to him. But you were just so needy.
"Kiyotakaaa."
The way you whined his name made the boy in question sigh as he felt you shift beside him, but he still mustered the energy to lock eyes with you.
"You're behaving weird today."
Your proximity made it easy for him to feel your skin heat up at his words, but your sudden embarrassment unfortunately did nothing to trump your neediness.
Instead, you shifted your hands from their previous position on his chest to cup his cheeks as you planted one peck after the other across his face.
"I miss you."
"I'm right here."
Your nose wrinkled in annoyance at the reply. You tried to hide it, but Kiyotaka could see the way your mannerisms shifted from playfulness to a sudden sense of discomfort.
You were getting offended. And that was never a good thing.
A soft hum left his lips as Kiyotaka shut the laptop that had been resting on his lap for the past hour, allowing it to fall onto the mattress as his hands shifted from the keyboard to the nape of your neck.
"You have me now. So, what did you want?"
Your lips morphed into a wide smile as you winded your arms around his neck. Your nimble fingers trailed through his hair, no doubt ruining his style, but Kiyotaka couldn't have voiced his annoyance even if he wanted to, for your lips were on his a moment later.
You weren't a bad kisser.
In fact, most would probably consider you a very good one.
Your lips moulded against his almost perfectly and the way you occasionally tugged on his bottom lip would have probably arose others.
You knew how to use your hands too, and carded your fingers through his hair in a calming manner that would have Kiyotaka melting in your grasp if he actually liked you.
But he didn't. And he wasn't one to lust either. Which was why your perfect kisses were nothing but a nuisance to him.
As you pulled away for air and trailed soft kisses down his neck it was clear you couldn't catch on to his true feelings. After all, if you were smart enough to read people Kiyotaka would have never picked you over the other Class A girls.
He felt almost robotic as Kiyotaka dropped one of his hands to circle your waist, the other shifting from your neck to cheek as he planted a kiss of his own on your lips.
It was chaste and lacked the arousal staining your every touch, but the gesture was enough to make a stupid smile tug on your lips.
You were buying his lies. Perfect.
"Don't you have a study session to get to?"
Your eyes comically widened at his question. The sight made Kiyotaka let out a small scoff as he watched you reach for your phone and mutter soft curses when you noticed time.
"Shit you're right. Bye hun."
You shifted to drop one last peck on his cheek before collecting your things and hurriedly racing out of his bedroom.
A soft sigh tumbled from his lips as Kiyotaka watched the door slip shut behind you.
He was free. Finally.
Kiyotaka's slight smile shifted to display his real annoyance as he turned towards the discarded laptop.
If he knew pretending to be romantically invested with you would be this tiring Kiyotaka would have opted for other methods to draw information from you.
But alas, there were only so many ways to best Class A, and none of them could be accomplished without insider intel.
He needed you. The realisation drew yet another sigh from him.
"Only a few weeks."
Kiyotaka clicked his tongue as he muttered the words, watching his laptop hum to life to display the recording app he had set up in your phone.
If circumstances hadn't forced him to be apathetic, perhaps Kiyotaka could come to actually love you. But for now you were nothing but a pawn dressed up in his queen's garbs.
