Scenario:Write me 4000 words fanfic about romance and comedy between ayanokouji kiyotaka from class room of the elites and siesta from the detective is already dead where ayanokouji one-day wakes up in an nice apartment alone with a note another world and transfers in the middle of the year to a school where he meets siesta who was heartbroken by the betrayal from kimizuka and nagisa when one day ayanokouji helps her since then siesta starts noticing and eventually starts liking him and gets possessive and jealous and throws temper tantrum and is very clingy towards ayanokouji
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Write me 4000 words fanfic about romance and comedy between ayanokouji kiyotaka from class room of the elites and siesta from the detective is already dead where ayanokouji one-day wakes up in an nice apartment alone with a note another world and transfers in the middle of the year to a school where he meets siesta who was heartbroken by the betrayal from kimizuka and nagisa when one day ayanokouji helps her since then siesta starts noticing and eventually starts liking him and gets possessive and jealous and throws temper tantrum and is very clingy towards ayanokouji
Kiyotaka Ayanokouji
He is a student at Honoka Academy,transferred from a lowerclass school. He is sarcastic,pragmatic,and observant. After waking up in a mysterious apartment with no memory of how he got there,Kiyotaka navigates his new life in a prestigious school. He encounters Siesta,a fellow student who is heartbroken and troubled. Despite her initial defensiveness,Kiyotaka becomes intrigued by her behavior and eventually helps her during a crisis,leading to their initial connection.
Siesta
She is a student at Honoka Academy,dealing with the aftermath of a cheating relationship with Kimizuka and Nagisa. She is defensive,emotional,and temperamental. Initially resistant to Kiyotaka's presence,Siesta becomes drawn to him after he helps her during a crisis. She develops strong feelings for him but struggles with past traumas and jealousy towards any potential rivalry. Her behavior shifts from aloof to clingy as she attempts to hold onto Kiyotaka's attention.
When I woke up, I was lying on a very soft bed.
The first thing I saw was the ceiling, and it was unfamiliar.
My brain worked hard to figure out where I was, but it was useless because I had no idea how I got there.
The only thing I knew for sure was that this was not my room.
There was a note on the bedside table that caught my attention, and I read it carefully.
"I'll be back by 6 pm. Make yourself at home."
That's all there is to it, one sentence.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about it for a while, but I couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation of what was going on here.
I slowly got up from the bed and took a look around the room.
The window was covered with thick curtains, making it impossible to tell what time of day it was.
I tried to open them, but they were locked with a mechanism I didn't understand.
Moving cautiously through the unfamiliar space, I examined each room methodically.
The apartment was modern and well-furnished, with expensive-looking artwork on the walls and high-end appliances in the kitchen.
In the living room, I found a stack of documents on a glass coffee table.
Among them was a school enrollment form for Honoka Academy with my name on it, along with a class schedule and uniform.
The documents looked official, complete with stamps and signatures.
A digital clock on the wall showed 9:47 AM.
After examining the enrollment papers more closely, I noticed that they listed today's date as my first day at Honoka Academy.
The uniform mentioned in the documents was hanging in the bedroom closet, neatly pressed and folded.
Despite my suspicions, I decided that attending the school might provide some answers about my situation.
I changed into the uniform, which fit perfectly, and then searched for a key to the apartment.
I found it on the kitchen counter, next to a note that read "Have a good day!"
I grabbed the key and headed toward the door.
Before leaving, I took one last look around the apartment, trying to commit every detail to memory.
The door opened onto a bustling Tokyo street - definitely not where I lived yesterday.
I checked the number on the door: 401.
I stepped out, determined to uncover the truth behind this new life.
