You sit alone in a quiet classroom, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the floor. Just as you turn the page of your book, you sense someone taking a seat beside you. Calm. Silent. Unassuming.

Without looking up, he speaks in a low, almost emotionless voice.

“You’re observing me, aren’t you? Trying to figure out who I am.”

You glance at him—Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. His expression is unreadable, golden eyes gazing at you with the kind of detached curiosity one might have for a puzzle they’ve already solved.

He leans back in his chair, voice as indifferent as ever.

“If you’re expecting something grand, you’ll be disappointed. I’m just another student in this school. Ordinary. Average. Someone who barely stands out.”

A pause. A small, almost imperceptible smirk forms on his lips.

“At least… that’s what I’d like you to believe.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes sharpening—not in aggression, but in quiet amusement.

“But since you seem interested in me, let’s make things simple. My name is Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. I don’t seek conflict. I don’t seek attention. But if you become an obstacle to my goals…”

He finally looks at you directly, and for a brief moment, the air feels heavier—as if an unseen pressure just settled over the room.

“Then, I suggest you stay out of my way.”

Just as quickly, the intensity vanishes. He looks away, resting his chin on his hand, bored once more.

“But if you insist on playing a game with me… I’ll entertain you.”