Ice cream kun Pov:

The reactions were becoming more and more interesting with each passing second. I could feel the tension building, the curiosity in the air thickening. But I knew exactly what would take this to the next level—what would make everything infinitely more entertaining.

What if I let them see a glimpse of the future? A small clip, just a brief moment—a fragment of what was yet to come. It wasn't much, just enough to tease their curiosity and send their minds racing.

How would they react? Would they be shocked by what they saw? Terrified? Perhaps they would be amused by the spectacle. Or maybe, just maybe, they would start questioning everything they thought they knew.

The possibilities were endless, and the thought of their reactions made my heart race with anticipation. I could practically taste the excitement in the air.

I leaned back slightly, savoring the moment. There was something undeniably satisfying about watching them struggle to grasp the enormity of what was about to unfold. The uncertainty, the confusion, it was all a part of the show.

I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

This... this was all too fascinating. Too perfect. Too deliciously unpredictable.

"Buhaha!" I laughed aloud, my voice echoing in the stillness of the room. The excitement bubbled up within me like an unstoppable force as I took another bite of my ice cream, the sweet coldness doing little to quell the fire of anticipation burning inside me.

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[Note: I removed the chairman as he had no use for now]

Reaction Hall:

The screen shows the title , "Fragments of future." 

Many students murmured among themselves, clearly taken aback by the lack of a title. Until now, there had been no formal titles, no introductions. The reactions began, but they were unlike anything expected.

Maybe the author's just too lazy to give a title, the professor thought with a sigh, his disappointment evident at the apparent lack of effort.

"Future?" Ike asked, confusion lacing his voice. "Wait, can we actually see the future?"

"Wait, are we really about to see the future? Like... actual glimpses of what's going to happen? 

Matsushita narrowed her eyes, deep in thought. Fragments of the future... she mused internally. It clearly means we're about to witness glimpses of what's to come... Maybe after we're transported back to school.

Shirou also narrowed his gaze, studying the screen intently. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath.

A ripple of shock and curiosity spread through the students. The idea of seeing the future intrigued them all—each wondering what would happen next.

Ayanokoji's expression remained neutral, though a flicker of intrigue crossed his mind. If they are able to show the future, then it's not hard to imagine they might reveal my past as well... A quiet annoyance settled in. How troublesome.

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Time: Unknown

Location: ANHS

"Hello..." The voice was calm, yet carried an unsettling weight. "I am Tsukishiro ... I am the new acting director"

He looks like a middle-aged man to be in his forties with black hair, usually appearing wearing a suit. He wore a tracksuit and have a thin smile on his face. 

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Sakayanagi's eyes widened in surprise as the words processed in her mind. What? The realization hit her like a sudden jolt. What happened to my father?

Her thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the situation. He must have been removed... forcefully? The uncertainty of it all gnawed at her. But how? And why?

Her mind flashed through countless possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. The sudden appearance of Tsukishiro as the new director had to mean something—something significant. This wasn't just a routine change. The way Tsukishiro spoke, his chilling calmness, suggested there was more at play here than anyone could comprehend.

Meanwhile, Shirou couldn't help but feel a rising discomfort as he observed Tsukishiro's smile. It was too disturbing, too unnerving. There was something off about it—something that made his skin crawl.

"Kuku... what is this now? A new acting director?" Ryuen chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. "How interesting... Think you might know anything, Smug-loli?" he taunted, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

But Sakayanagi didn't even care. She simply ignored Ryuen, her mind fully consumed with the unfolding events. What is happening? The questions only multiplied, but the answers still seemed impossibly out of reach. Her thoughts remained fixed on Tsukishiro, trying to make sense of his sudden appearance .

Hmm, seems like he's also coming... But why? Ichika thought, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Perhaps he was also ordered to observe what my dear senpai is doing here...

Her mind whirred with possibilities, trying to decipher the true reason behind his presence. Was he simply following orders, or was there something more at play?

Interesting... Yagami thought.

Hmm, what happened to the previous school director? Horikita thought to himself, his mind racing. This is too sudden, too strange. It's hard to believe they would just change the director...

Ayanokoji's gaze shifted toward the man, his eyes narrowing slightly as recognition settled in. I see, he thought quietly.

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Time: Unknown

Location: ANHS

"Kiyo-senpai~~ Won't you let your cute kouhai inside? I might have something to offer that every boy desires," she said, her voice laced with a teasing and seductive tone.

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Her words caused an immediate reaction, with nearly every boy and girl in the room blushing in response.

"How bold," Haruka muttered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she observed the scene, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Sakura looked like she was about to faint, her face paling as she witnessed the interaction between her crush and the cute girl. A small, dark cloud formed above her head, her thoughts clouded with doubt. Am I not good enough? she wondered, her heart sinking as insecurities began to surface.

Seeing her friend's troubled state, Haruka couldn't help but offer comfort. She gently patted Sakura's head, her touch warm and reassuring. "Hmph, don't worry, Airi," Haruka whispered with a soft smile. "I'll support you, and I'm sure you'll be the one to be with him."

"It seems like I've made my entrance..." Ichika smiled, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Kuku," Ryuen chuckled, clearly amused by the sudden attention.

"Tch." 

"You lucky bastard!" Ike suddenly shouted, his voice filled with frustration as he pointed at Ayanokoji. "How is it that you get such a cute girl? It should have been me!"

Dramatically, Ike placed a hand over his chest. "I'm far more handsome than him... So, why him and not me?"

How can a bastard be considered lucky? Ayanokoji thought to himself, his face showing no signs of amusement.

Ichika turned her gaze to Ike, her eyes narrowing with a look that could only be described as disdain. It was a cold, cutting stare, as if she viewed him as nothing more than an insect beneath her. 

Ike shuddered under her gaze and look down terrified.

Meanwhile, Yamauchi let out a loud, confident laugh. "Buhahaha! It seems you haven't had the pleasure of meeting me, cute girl... Allow me to do you the honor of becoming your boyfriend," he said, his tone filled with arrogance and self-assurance that rivaled Koenji.

Ichika could have easily jumped out of her seat, mercilessly beaten them, and thrown their bodies somewhere far from sight. The urge to do so was powerful, but she was trapped—her body frozen in place, unable to move. Despite her boiling frustration, she remained motionless, a quiet storm raging beneath her calm exterior.

"Hehe... Looks like senpai is quite confident," Ichika said, her smile sweet but utterly devoid of warmth. "If you're so sure, then please meet me at the next break," she added, her words dripping with subtle menace.

"Hehe, of course I will... I won't let my cute kōhai down," Yamauchi stated excitedly, clearly oblivious to the tension in the air.

Damn, what is this guy doing? Can't he see the aura she's giving off...? Bruh... I pray for you, my guy, Ike thought, silently crossing his fingers as he braced for the inevitable fallout.

Sayonara, Yamadead... both Ayanokoji and Yagami thought simultaneously, their expressions unchanged, as if they both knew that Yamauchi's fate had already been sealed in their minds.

The bloodlust she's emitting... it's not just intense, it's almost unnatural, Shirou thought, his gaze sharpening as he observed Ichika. He could feel the oppressive atmosphere she was radiating, an unsettling energy that seemed to tighten around the room. 

His attention shifted briefly to Ayanokoji, sensing the subtle yet undeniable link between them. She's  connected to Ayanokoji, he mused, intrigued by the silent tension in the air. 

"Kuku, Oe Oe, isn't this quite interesting?" Ryuen said with a sly grin, his eyes gleaming as he turned his attention to Ichika. "Seems like we've got some interesting underclassmen around here."

'Looks like it, fufu. This school's going to be so much fun.'Arisu thought to herself, her gaze lingering on Ichika. 

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Time: Unknown

Location: ANHS

"Kukuku... With this, it's over for Class D," Ryuen sneered, confidence dripping from his tone. "Now, what sort of plan do you intend to use?"

"Plan?" Ayanokoji replied calmly, standing unphased despite being surrounded by Ryuen, Ishizaki, Albert, and Ibuki. "There's no need for one."

"Huh?" Ryuen's smirk faltered for a brief moment, confusion flashing across his face.

"I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding here," Ayanokoji continued, his voice devoid of concern.

"Huh?" Ryuen repeated, his eyes narrowing.

Before any further reaction could be seen—

The scene cuts.

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Ryuen clicked his tongue in frustration, his expression darkening as the scene abruptly cut off. "Tch. The best part was just about to come... Damn it," he muttered, irritated by the sudden interruption. He had been looking forward to witnessing Ayanokoji's reaction, to see how he handled being cornered. Now, that moment was gone, leaving him unsatisfied.

Meanwhile, Matsushita, Horikita, and Ayanokoji's friends couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of unease. The way Ryuen and his gang had surrounded Ayanokoji in that scene—there was no mistaking it. This wasn't just a casual confrontation. It was an outright act of intimidation, and given Ryuen's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if things escalated into violence.

Haruka shifted uncomfortably before turning toward Ayanokoji, concern clear in her voice. "Will you be fine, Kiyopon...?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah... Don't worry" Ayanokoji calmly said to her.

Akito, standing beside her, clenched his fists, his jaw tightening in frustration. "Tch... that bastard," he muttered under his breath, barely restraining himself. If Ryuen will lay hand on Kiyotaka in future, he will not be sitting idly and let something like that happen. He would step in and protect him. No matter what.

Matsushita furrowed her brows, her arms crossed as she tried to make sense of what she had just witnessed. "What is happening? Surely, he's not reckless enough to face Ryuen's gang alone... right?" she murmured, her tone laced with skepticism. "He must have had some kind of plan." But even as she spoke, doubt lingered in her mind. Ryuen wasn't the type to attack without confidence. If he was willing to corner Ayanokoji so openly, then that meant he believed he had already won.

Shirou, on the other hand, observed the scene with genuine curiosity. Ryuen was finally making his move, something Shirou had anticipated. However, as he analyzed the situation, a peculiar detail caught his attention—he wasn't present in that scene. That realization sparked his intrigue.

Interesting... he mused. Ryuen had mentioned before that he wanted to 'play' with Ayanokoji. So that means... he deliberately kept me out of this. He didn't want me interfering and ruining his fun.

'Now how will you get out of this situation?' Shirou thought with an amused gaze.

Arisu sat back, her expression unreadable, though her sharp gaze remained fixed on the screen. What a reckless move... or at least, that's how it appears on the surface. If he truly intended to brawl, then he would lose.

She analyzed the situation quickly. Albert is there—one of the strongest fighters. Ryuen himself is skilled and unpredictable. And then there's Ishizaki and Ibuki, his so-called 'lapdog.' Outnumbered and outmatched, this wasn't a fight Ayanokoji could win in a straightforward manner. So, what will be  his plan?

The tension in the room thickened as everyone processed the implications of the scene. Whatever had happened that day, it was clear that it had been a crucial moment. And for those watching, one question lingered in their minds—How will Ayanokoji escape?

"Is he stupid? There's Albert of all people... He's going to get his ass handed to him," Ike muttered, shaking his head.

Yamauchi, nodding furiously, clasped his hands together as if in prayer. "Let's just pray for his safety."

The two of them dramatically lowered their heads, as if mourning Ayanokoji's inevitable fate.

Meanwhile, Hirata's usual warm and composed demeanor faltered. A shadow passed over his face, betraying the friendly and kind image he always maintained. His fingers curled into a tense fist as his gaze remained locked on the scene before him.

If Ryuen tries to hurt Ayanokoji... his thoughts darkened, then I might have to revert to my previous self.

A version of himself he had long tried to suppress—a part of him he hoped he would never need to become again. He had worked tirelessly to maintain peace, to be a person who could resolve conflict without resorting to violence. But if things escalated, if Ayanokoji was truly in danger...

His jaw tightened.

There were some things he couldn't overlook

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Time: Unknown

Location: ANHS

*Photo redacted*

"Ayanokoji-senpai... shall we begin?" Yagami asked, shifting into a fighting stance.

"I'm ready whenever you are," Ayanokoji replied calmly, his hand tucked into his pocket.

"I know how strong you are... but you need to take me seriously, senpai!" Yagami exclaimed, launching an attack at an incredible speed. Yet, Ayanokoji effortlessly dodged every strike, as if he had already anticipated Yagami's every move.

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Shirou's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed Yagami's astonishing speed. It was almost inhuman. But what shocked him even more was Ayanokoji's effortless ability to evade every strike, as if he had foreseen them all before they even began.

Koenji, who had been admiring his own reflection in the mirror, suddenly paused and turned his attention to the fight unfolding before him. For once, his usual self-obsession took a backseat as genuine interest flickered in his eyes. The sheer level of skill on display—Yagami seamlessly blending multiple fighting styles and Ayanokoji effortlessly dodging every attack—was enough to captivate even him.

A smirk spread across his face as he crossed his arms, his excitement growing. "Buha-ha! Now this is something worth watching!" he declared, his voice filled with amusement. "Ayanokoji-boy, Yagami-boy... you should feel honored! Even I find this fight entertaining!"

Meanwhile, Horikita, Matsushita, Ayanokoji's friend, and several of his classmates sat in stunned silence, their eyes glued to the video playing before them. The atmosphere was thick with tension, disbelief etched onto their faces.

Ryuen, however, couldn't suppress his excitement. A wicked grin stretched across his face as he chuckled darkly. "Kuku... What a monstrous speed!" he muttered, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

Sakayanagi, ever composed, observed the fight with sharp, calculating eyes. "This is beyond abnormal," she remarked, her voice carrying a tone of both curiosity and admiration. She carefully analyzed Yagami's movements, noting how