What if instead of Kushina being Naruto's mother and through a trick of fate Naruto's mother was Tsunade after a drunken night with Minato in which Naruto becomes both the heir and hope of the Senju clan. Find out what life would be like now for Naruto. I do not own Naruto nor this story.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka suggested it on a whim. Ayanokōji Atsuomi agreed without protest. And just like that, Kiyotaka was pushed into a world of color-a world far removed from the sterile white that had shaped him. No one could have imagined how much this single decision would change. But perhaps they should have seen it coming... Especially Atsuomi. (I fucked around and found out, but I'm still here. Don't worry. Just feed me votes and comments again - SS777) Peak Rankings... Well, it used to be #1 on a lot of things. Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the Elite or any of its characters. They are the property of Shōgo Kinugasa, Media Factory, and associated rights holders. This fanfiction is written for fun, with no intent to infringe on copyrights.

my kiyonami short stories reaction

What if you woke up knowing exactly how your future would unfold? On his second day at Advanced Nurturing High School, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka found himself in that very situation. Three years worth of memories with people both familiar and unfamiliar... and a splitting headache. At first, he dismissed it as just an incredibly vivid dream. Until it all starts happening exactly as he remembers. Word for word. Step by step. He should have known it was real... right from the start. After all, he never had a headache before. Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the Elite or any of its characters. They are the property of Shōgo Kinugasa, Media Factory, and associated rights holders. This fanfiction is written for fun, with no intent to infringe on copyrights.

He said he didn't need anyone. That was the lie winter buried-until she reached for his hand. I don't connect. I don't trust. And I never stay long. That was the rule I lived by-shaped in the place where warmth was forbidden and emotion was weakness: the White Room. But then came winter. And with it, Ichinose Honami. In the snow-draped silence of Advanced Nurturing High School, she smiled without flinching, cared without asking, and stayed when no one else ever did. I thought I could keep my distance. I thought I could lie my way through another year. But every lie I told her... ...was a truth I didn't know I needed. This is the story of the winter I stopped being no one-and started becoming something worse: myself. I don't own any of the characters Credits to the original author

Cote React

As the title states, reactions to one shots. CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE. In this book reactions to several one shots with most being original one shots. Creditss to synugasa sensei or to whoever because it has been months since I wrote.

So, uh, a reaction fic like many others. I personally find some characters to do somewhat difficult. Right now, potentially even more so because this happens right after Ayanokoji transfers. Well, still worth trying.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka sees his small world inexplicably crumble as flames spread throughout the White Room. The flames crackled fiercely against the imposing white walls that had surrounded him since his birth. Ironically, the flames that engulfed everything around him are the same flames that ignited his heart with a range of new possibilities. He is given a new chance to rediscover and become the best version of himself.

After years of rigorous training and manipulation within the enigmatic confines of the White Room, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji emerges as a remarkable prodigy-intelligent, resourceful, and uniquely skilled. His father, previously a distant and controlling figure obsessed with perfection, undergoes a profound change upon witnessing Kiyotaka's unparalleled capabilities. Kiyotaka's father grapples with his past actions and the harsh environment he fostered. As he begins to recognize the emotional toll of his parenting style, he seeks redemption by trying to understand his son as a person rather than a mere experiment.