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Gifted Academy: The Perfect Student

Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life. Who really is Mizuhara Ayato? Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle. Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature? *** Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love. Why does she do this? I still don't know. It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed. Now it's my turn. However, my heart is not so easily played with. ** ____ Official Discord: https://discord.gg/T395tt4HUU

EvanMu · Realistic
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Sanctity of Peace - Part 1

The following Saturday was a routine day, except for the fact that I woke up earlier than usual. While sitting on my bed, I considered whether to abandon the alarm on my phone. Kimura, my roommate, was still sound asleep - it was too early for him to be up.

Eventually, I got up and carried my phone to the bathroom, fiddling with it before placing it down on the kitchen counter with a clatter, and continuing on my way.

Once inside the bathroom, I began my routine of washing my face and body.

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After I finished and stepped out, a knock suddenly echoed throughout the room. It was far too early for visitors, so I couldn't help but wonder who it could be…

Wrapped in nothing but a towel, I approached the door and twisted the handle to let the visitor in. I saw Kinoshita standing there, clad in an oversized blue t-shirt, a white high-low skirt, and knee-high socks that contrasted sharply with her smooth skin.