A Liquid Inspiration
Summary: (A re-telling of Classroom of the Elite sparked by a certain conversation between Masterpiece and Professor.)
One day, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka receives a surprising invitation from his father, Ayanokouji Atsuomi, to join him for a drink. It was unusual for Kiyotaka, who normally wouldn't be summoned by his father without a hidden agenda.
That's why even the emotionless Kiyotaka was surprised when his father began to open up about his own experiences with love and relationships.
For the emotionally distant "masterpiece," this conversation is a rare moment of connection with his father, and it sparked a curiosity within him to explore the world of human relationships, to be more specific: romance and intimacy.
It was that spark that pushed Kiyotaka to demand something from his father:
"Father, teach me everything about human relationships."
This then begins a ripple that changes how Ayanokouji Kiyotaka would approach the world in the foreseeable future.
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Vol 1. Chapter 5.5 - About the Blondes in Kiyotaka's Life
(A/N: This chapter occurs after class has finished on the third day of class. It's more of a character-driven chapter than usual ANHS shenanigans, but it's still quite important in the long run.)
Tsubaki Yuki
When we strolled back to the classroom after lunch, my eyes were fixated on Kiyotaka, unable to tear themselves away. It had been about a year now, but it was still surreal to be given this chance to once again stand by his side.
Most importantly, I basically have three years to make him mine since we're enrolled in this school that supposedly cuts itself off from the outside world, which was a good thing! It'll help me keep Kiyotaka away from thieving cats vying for his affection.
Or so I thought...
As this school seemed to be conspiring against me, throwing more and more new girls in his path. Isn't it enough that I had to compete with two girls who were basically the only reasons why Kiyotaka even bothered reconnecting with me?
As much as I've grown fond of Chiaki-chan and Tsubasa-chan, I'd always be jealous of them over the fact that they were able to help Kiyotaka more than even I ever could. They, along with Eiichiro and Keiji-san, succeeded in making Kiyotaka capable of feeling human once in a while.
That should have been me, you know? But I guess I couldn't have everything.
Now, onto the new girls. Out of the new girls desperately trying to get their claws into my Kiyotaka, Horikita was the worst offender. And the fact that he didn't seem to mind her company only fueled my jealousy further.
You cannot fool me, Horikita! Glare at him all you want, but I can sense your admiration for him from a mile away.
You didn't even get that angry when he pinched your cheeks!
Weren't you supposed to be some abrasive, intolerable bitch? So what's with the cute pout you got on your face as Kiyotaka was poking fun at you?!
"Mouuu~! I cannot accept having another love rival!" I exclaimed inwardly. "And Kiyotaka... why are you so nice to other girls? You even called Kushida pretty... in front of me! Me!"
Goodness, what kind of husband does that sort of stuff to their wife?
And then there were the other girls—Inogashira, Mori, Sato, and who knows how many more.
It made me want to lock Kiyotaka away in a tower, far from their grasping hands.
Of course, they do not have a chance... but I'm reaaally, reaaally annoyed by this.
Why did God have to make him so perfect? Couldn't you have, like... made him a little uglier so only I could ever notice him?
No, Yuki, you're going off-grid!
I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the ultimate goal.
Kiyotaka is too amazing for him to be hidden from the rest of the world, and as his future wife, it is my responsibility to make the world know how amazing he is. Keeping him away from everyone will be counterproductive.
I swear, that guy needs to realize just how incredibly awesome he is! So as much as it pains me to do so, I will share the greatness of Kiyotaka with the world.
But that didn't mean I was willing to share his love. Not with Chiaki-chan, with Tsubasa-chan, with any of these other girls, and most especially, not with Horikita! Kiyotaka is mine, and I would do whatever it took to make sure that would turn into reality.
He is mine!
And... we're now walking back to his dorm. Just. The. Two. Of. Us.
Because we are going to kiss!
The other girls can't say that for themselves...
And then the image of that thieving cat Chiaki-chan invaded my mind, and her smug words echoed throughout my mind.
"Kiyotaka was the one to encourage me to do it, you know?"
That... bitch made out with Kiyotaka before I got the chance to do so.
I hate being in second place!
"What a scary look you got there, Yuki."
I turned to my left and got flustered as I saw Kiyotaka's gaze focusing on me.
Oh God! I hope he wasn't able to realize the things that I've been thinking of!
I smiled at him. "That's rude, Kiyotaka. How could you even call an adorable high school girl like me as scary?" I deflected his words with ease.
As usual, Kiyotaka's face remained unfazed. "That's not going to work on me, Yuki," he said, his voice dry.
I felt myself pout. "Bad Kiyotaka! Be a little remorseful. This is all your fault, after all," I tried to deflect, but it was no use.
Kiyotaka had an unreadable expression on his face—even more than usual—as he took in my words. "My fault? What did I do now?"
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "No... I just... I just... get jealous sometimes," I admitted.
"Sometimes?" he repeated. "You're jealous all the time, Yuki," he pointed out.
Now, that's just mean! If I were jealous all the time, I would have skewered Chiaki-chan for everything she had just done, you know? Give me a little credit here, Kiyotaka.
But, of course, I couldn't say that out loud. "Okay, fine. Maybe you're right," I conceded, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
Kiyotaka shook his head in amusement and smiled. "I know I am," he said, his voice teasing.
I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the fact that his smile was making my heart skip a beat. "Whatever, Kiyotaka," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
We walked in silence for a few more moments, my mind still occupied with thoughts of the other girls vying for Kiyotaka's attention.
Suddenly, Kiyotaka spoke up. "You know, Yuki, I really do appreciate you. I guess it wouldn't be wrong to say that you're the only one capable of fully understanding me because of the things we've been through," he said, his voice serious.
I turned to him, surprised. "That's weirdly sentimental of you," I commented.
"I know. It's just that I feel the need to make you feel appreciated today," he explained. "You did seem extra jealous today, after all."
I felt my cheeks heat up at his words, my heart fluttering in my chest before I remembered something important. "If I mean that much to you, then you better make out with me as you did with Chiaki earlier, hmph! And do it with more passion!"
Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow in surprise at my sudden request. "What, right now?" he asked, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby.
I nodded, my face growing hot with embarrassment. "Yes, right now. I'm already getting all sorts of antsy, Kiyotaka," I said, my voice low and possessive.
Kiyotaka had an amused look on his face, shaking his head. To this day, I still can't believe his face was able to create an expression like that. It, for obvious reasons, made him look more handsome.
"You're so cute when you're jealous, Yuki," he said, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
I shivered at his touch, my heart racing in anticipation. "Please, Kiyotaka," I whispered, leaning closer to him.
Without a word, he closed the distance between us, but before anything could happen, he flicked me on the forehead.
"I'd rather not get suspended on my first week of school, Yuki," he said dryly.
I pouted and glared at him. Way to get my hopes up, Kiyotaka! But I was also relieved that he didn't think I was too forward.
Seeing the look on my face, Kiyotaka shook his head in amusement. What a meanie!
"Just wait until we get to the dorms, Yuki."
My heart skipped a beat as Kiyotaka's words registered in my mind. Wait, wait! I'm not ready for this! Was this actually going to happen?!
We walked the rest of the way in silence, and my thoughts were occupied with what might happen once we reached the dorms. When we finally arrived, Kiyotaka led me to his room, closing the door behind us.
I turned to him, my heart racing as I took in his handsome features. He looked so calm and collected, as always. I just love him so... so very much.
As we reached his room, Kiyotaka turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Are you ready, Yuki?" he asked, his voice low.
I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. "Yes, Kiyotaka. I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Without warning, Kiyotaka took a step toward me; his eyes locked onto mine. I could feel my body responding to his every move, my heart beating faster and faster with every passing moment.
He reached out to cup my face, his fingers gentle against my skin. "You're so beautiful, Yuki," he said, his voice low and husky.
I shivered at his touch, and my eyes locked onto his. "Kiyotaka," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my face, warm and intoxicating.
And then he kissed me, his lips soft and gentle against mine. I felt a rush of emotion flood through me, and I responded eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate with each passing moment. I could feel Kiyotaka's hands moving down my body, exploring every inch of my curves.
For a few blissful moments, the rest of the world faded away, and it was just the two of us. When we finally pulled away, gasping for breath, I felt like I was on cloud nine.
Kiyotaka smiled at me, his eyes shining with amusement. "Happy now, Yuki?" he asked.
I nodded, feeling giddy with happiness.
"Very happy," I replied before reaching out to his face and pulling it closer to mine. "But... I want more, Kiyotaka!" I demanded.
"What a greedy girl you are, Yuki," he muttered before he picked me up and effortlessly threw me in bed.
Wait, wait! I'm not ready for this, Kiyotaka! I mean... I want it... but... at least let me prepare, you dummy!
Kiyotaka then climbed onto the bed, and his eyes focused on me and me alone—just as how I liked it.
He began to kiss me again, his lips tracing a path down my neck and across my collarbone. I moaned softly, my body arching in response.
Kiyotaka's hands roamed freely across my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I could feel myself getting wet with desire, and I knew that I wanted him more than anything in the world.
But before he could go even further, he suddenly halted and pulled me back up.
"I almost got carried away there," he admitted.
I tilted my head in confusion. "Did that not happen with Chiaki?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I just got hard, that's all."
That's too straightforward, Kiyotaka! But... I'm glad.
Wait...
"How about now?" I asked.
"I'm remembering everything I've experienced in the White Room just so I could hold myself back from bending you over, Yuki," he admitted shamelessly.
I giggled.
Take that, Chiaki!
"Why are you stopping yourself, then? I wouldn't mind, you know?" I asked.
Kiyotaka's face softened before he leaned his back against the bed's headboard.
"If we're going to do something like that, I'd rather have it be special than just something that happened out of nowhere," he replied.
There he goes again! Saying irresponsible stuff like that to a pure, innocent maiden like myself. Do you not understand the effect you have on women, Kiyotaka?
"We haven't even gone on a date yet," he muttered under his breath.
My eyes widened in realization. "That's right! And how many dates have you been in with Chiaki-chan? With Tsubasa-chan?" I replied, my voice oozing with obvious jealousy.
"You're making it sound like I have three girlfriends, Yuki," he said dryly.
"W-Well... it's not my fault you've grown up into a womanizer, Kiyotaka!"
"I'm not. I just happened to be lucky enough that three beautiful women are in love with me," he replied.
"A-And you better keep it that way! Stop flirting with Horikita and Kushida!" I warned Kiyotaka, who looked at me in confusion.
"Did you just... admit you're fine with Chiaki and Tsubasa liking me?" He warily asked.
I nodded my head, albeit reluctantly. He needs to know, after all, that I don't want him to convert to Islam and decide to have a harem. "I mean... if it weren't for them, I wouldn't be able to form this type of bond with you. But! I'm still not going to hand you over to any of them. You're mine, Kiyotaka!"
Kiyotaka, being the meanie he was, flicked me on the forehead again. "I belong to no one, idiot."
I pouted at Kiyotaka's remark, but deep down, I knew he was right. He didn't belong to anyone, not even me. But that didn't stop me from wanting him more than anything.
"I know, I know," I grumbled. "But can't you at least pretend to be mine for a little while?"
"Do you want another kiss? Chiaki had two kisses earlier, just so you know," he pointed out.
What the hell, Kiyotaka? You're just blatantly baiting me to get another kiss! Well, whatever! I want it too, anyway.
I glared at him, pretending to be agitated by his words. "Have you found yourself addicted to kisses, Kiyobaka?"
"Yep," he shamelessly admitted.
"A-as long as you're only going to do it with me, then it's fine!"
"You're not my girlfriend."
I glared at this brown-haired, stupidly handsome boy with zero common sense. "I'm still a really pretty girl! Be more grateful!"
"Point taken," he replied, mirth evident from his usually emotionless eyes.
Glad to know I have this type of effect over him, fufu!
"I still haven't forgiven you for flirting with Horikita and Kushida earlier, so you better make it up to me by kissing me again," I demanded.
"I haven't flirted with them," he muttered under his breath. "Fine, I'll give you another kiss," he said before leaning in towards me.
I closed my eyes and felt his lips press against mine once again. The warmth and softness of his kiss sent tingles throughout my body, making me want more.
But just as quickly as it started, he pulled back and patted me on the head. "That's all you get for now."
I pouted, wanting more but also feeling satisfied at the same time. "Why do you have to be so mean?" I whined.
"Because you called me Kiyobaka."
I swear I will get revenge over this, Kiyotaka!
Oh, I know!
I'll give you blue balls in the future, you meanie, no common sense Kiyotaka.
5.5.1
Ayanokōji Kiyotaka
I feel like I've finally moved up in the world of men after what just happened between Yuki and me because I've finally hit a goalpost of being able to kiss two different girls in a day.
Am I now turning into a garbage person, as Tsubasa would put it? If so, then I don't really care about the classification at all.
Maybe she wouldn't call me a garbage person if I kissed her as well. Haaah. That would have to wait for another year, though.
Should I also try to kiss Horikita? No, just no. Forget that thought, Kiyotaka. Yuki might actually kill her if that happened.
"Ah, that reminds me," I muttered under my breath before pulling my phone out of my pocket. Upon doing so, I unlocked the unit and opened the messenger app.
[18:15:30] I also made out with Yuki too.
[18:15:50 Kōenji Rokusuke] I admit my defeat this time, Ayanokōji-boy. But let it be known that you are still not at the level of a master like myself when it comes to taming women!
[18:16:10] What does that mean?
[18:16:30 Kōenji Rokusuke] Unless Psycho-girl agrees to share with other women, you will remain a beginner. HAHAHA!
[18:16:45] I will tell on you.
[18:17:00 Kōenji Rokusuke] Are you crazy, Ayanokōji-boy?! Psycho-girl is a psychopath! She might try to end my perfect existence!
[18:17:23] Then you better stop spreading your polygamous propaganda on me.
[18:17:40 Kōenji Rokusuke] Never! Now, with that being said, join me in the dorms at 6:30 PM as we will have a toast to celebrate your ascendance into manhood. HAHAHA!
I shook my head at the ridiculousness of Kōenji. What a roundabout way of saying he's proud of me.
But I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of celebrating my "ascendance into manhood." It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
Walking towards the dorms, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was becoming someone I didn't recognize. Making out with two beautiful girls in a day was not something I ever thought I would do. But at the same time, it felt like a natural progression of my growth as a person.
After all, I wanted to become a person capable of having desires and acting out on them. This event will simply be one of the many instances where I will tap into my newly-developed assertive side.
It was a nice feeling—to be able to decide things for myself.
As I walked into Kōenji's room, I was greeted by the blonde's boisterous laughter, as well as the two girls sitting on his bed. They giggled and blushed at Kōenji's tales about his "conquests."
I still do not understand how someone as young as him could be so brazen and outlandish. But that's what made him Kōenji Rokusuke.
After a couple of minutes of being ignored, the blonde menace finally noticed my presence.
"Took you two minutes to stop looking at tits, Kōenji," I said dryly.
Kōenji did not pay my complaints any mind and opted to cackle while wrapping his arms around the two girls with him.
"Welcome, Ayanokōji-boy! These are my lovely ladies," he said with a grin. "Ladies, this is Ayanokōji-boy, the only man worthy of being called my equal."
That's high praise coming from the narcissist. To think he'd even say that to the ladies. I'm a little flattered here, Kōenji.
"Ara, is he your friend that had just ascended into manhood, Kōenji-kun?" The girl on Kōenji's left, a busty, dark-haired girl, asked.
Kōenji had a proud grin on his face. "Indeed! And now, we're going to celebrate. Girls, get the champagne and glasses for all four of us," he ordered, and somehow, the two girls immediately stood up and heeded his command without any hint of hesitation.
Magnificent control, Kōenji!
As the two girls went to get the champagne, Kōenji turned to me with a grin. "So, Ayanokōji-boy, spill the beans. How was it with Psycho-girl and Stalker-girl?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"It was... nice. Although, for some reason, I wanted to bend Yuki over but didn't feel the same for Chiaki," I admitted.
Kōenji chuckled. "Good thing you didn't push through with that idea. As great philosophers before us have said, 'never stick your dick in crazy.' However! This will be the only time where I would be proud of your resistance, Ayanokōji-boy!"
I raised an eyebrow at that. It seemed that Kōenji feared Yuki for some reason.
"Kōenji, are you scared of Yuki?" I asked in an uncertain tone. After all, Kōenji was the type of person who'd laugh in your face if you attempted to intimidate him.
"Scared of Psycho-girl? Ha! Don't be ridiculous, Ayanokōji-boy," Kōenji said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm not scared of her. I just know better than to mess with her. Besides, she's not my type."
Yeah... something had definitely happened, and Kōenji was embarrassed about it. He was blatantly trying to change the subject.
You really are something, Yuki.
"Not your type, huh? Yeah, let's go with that, Kōenji," I replied before turning my head to the blonde. "Did she beat you up after my birthday? I did remember you canceling on our boys' gathering for two weeks after that. The text you sent earlier was also a little suspicious," I noted.
Kōenji's face reddened slightly, and he shifted uncomfortably on his bed.
"That's none of your business, Ayanokōji-boy," he grumbled. "Let's just say I learned my lesson about messing with her. How did she even know about my promotion of polygamy, anyway?"
"Sakurako heard us, and she snitched because I forgot to give her a lollipop," I replied.
Kōenji glared at me. "So it was your fault all along, Ayanokōji-boy! I missed 42 dates because I was bruised and battered by that Psycho-girl!"
Kōenji's surprise admittance of what happened served as the trigger for something I never thought I'd be capable of doing:
I laughed.
Thank you for this gift, Kōenji.
"That's a creepy-sounding laugh, Ayanokōji-boy. I am quite tempted to hit you with my perfect fists," Kōenji said.
"How was Yuki even able to beat you up?" I asked.
"She did not beat me up. She simply caught me off-guard, and I wouldn't lay a hand on a girl as I am a perfect gentleman," he proudly declared.
I rolled my eyes. "Right, Kōenji. You're a perfect gentleman who promotes polygamy," I said sarcastically.
Kōenji gave me a smug look. "Indeed, Ayanokōji-boy. It's not cheating if they all know about each other and are okay with it," he said.
I shook my head in disbelief. "That's not how it works, Kōenji. But whatever helps you sleep at night," I replied before turning to Kōenji's two girls, who finally came back with the champagne and glasses.
Kōenji popped open the bottle with a flourish. We all raised our glasses in a toast to my "ascendance into manhood," and Kōenji gave a small speech about how I had finally reached a new level of greatness.
"To Ayanokōji-boy, who has finally grown some balls and is now a man!" Kōenji declared, grinning widely.
The two girls giggled, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at Kōenji's words.
"Thanks, Kōenji," I replied, taking a sip of the champagne.
"Ah, but that being said, you have yet to truly experience the joys of being a master like myself," Kōenji said with a wink.
I raised an eyebrow at that. "I don't think I'll ever be a master like you, Kōenji. I'm fine with how things are. Having three girls who openly admit to loving me is already too much for me to handle," I replied.
Kōenji smirked. "Ah, but you never know, Ayanokōji-boy. Life is full of surprises," he said enigmatically.
"Surprises, huh? Things have definitely gone that way over the past year and a half," I muttered under my breath as I took another sip of the champagne.
"That being said, Kōenji... how did you even get your hands on a champagne?" I asked the blonde, who simply grinned.
"I paid off a school staff to secure it for me, of course!"
I should have known.
As we continued drinking, Kōenji regaled us with more stories of his escapades, and the girls giggled and blushed at his every word. I couldn't help but feel out of place amidst their conversation.
I was never one for small talk or idle chatter. But Kōenji was different. He was a natural at charming people, and it was evident in the way he interacted with the girls.
It seems to only work for older girls, however.
Eventually, the champagne bottle emptied, and the party came to a close. Kōenji and I said our goodbyes to the two girls and made our way out of his room.
"I am extremely proud of you, Ayanokōji-boy. I did not expect you to even be able to act boldly this early. I hope you have brought with you my generous gift from your birthday," Kōenji said with a smirk.
Right... this guy gifted me with four packs of condoms on my birthday.
I rolled my eyes at his theatrics. "Thanks for the celebration, Kōenji. You really know how to throw a party."
As we walked down the hallway, Kōenji suddenly turned to me with a serious expression on his face.
"Listen, Ayanokōji-boy. I know you might feel like you're becoming someone you don't recognize, but don't let that stop you from pursuing what you want," he said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere.
I was taken aback by his words. "What do you mean?"
Kōenji shrugged. "I mean, you kissed two girls today, right? That's not something you would have done before. But if that's what you want, then go for it. Don't let anyone else's opinion stop you from dictating your own path, and I'm not just talking about kissing girls. Be the Ayanokōji Kiyotaka that you want to become."
I felt a smile tugging at my lips. He may not always show it, but Kōenji had definitely come to genuinely care for me.
Behind his outrageousness, Kōenji Rokusuke is a brilliant young man who only few could match and even fewer could beat.
This level of insight was not something outside the norm for the narcissist.
As we arrived at my room, I turned to Kōenji. "Thanks for the advice, Kōenji. I'll keep it in mind."
He gave me a thumbs-up before walking away, his usual smirk back on his face.
I entered my room and sat down on my bed, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. The spontaneous hangout with Kōenji had surprisingly been fruitful and insightful.
Be the Ayanokōji Kiyotaka that you want to become.
That's exactly what I've been planning to become all this time, Kōenji.
End of Chapter
Closing A/N: I decided to post this as a separate chapter as I don't think it would work if I also included the pool scene in this chapter.
Now, in this chapter, the canon divergence in the personalities of Kōenji and Kiyo is starting to be touched upon, and as was heavily implied in their interactions, they both had an influence on each other's growth. Chadenji influenced Kiyo to be more assertive, while Kiyo had arguably made Chadenji more mature as his losses against Kiyo made him see that there really were people better than him, and the fact that Kiyo did not rub it in his face simply made Chadenji treat him with more respect.
Kōenji is still the same cocky, competent narcissistic boi we all love, but he acts a little different when it comes to Kiyo (and... Yuki, since the girl somehow channeled all the feminine rage in the world and beat him up for propagating polygamy to her innocent Kiyotaka).
That said... Kiyo finally laughed!
And the bastard did it after finding out Yuki was able to beat up Kōenji.
Another thing being implied in the chapter is Kiyotaka's growing preference for Yuki. Kiyo doesn't know it just yet, seeing as the guy has never really experienced it before, but as the days pass and Yuki showing herself to be steadily recovering, he is starting to acknowledge her as a woman. Of course, he doesn't love Yuki... but Yuki has definitely passed the criteria Kiyotaka had for women who needs to be [1] aware of his true nature and [2] capable of standing by his side.
Onto the next chapter, let's go back to the fun game of manipulation and gaslighting subjects!
And maybe...
Another surprise. (I hope people will be able to hold Yuki back when this happens)