"Arrogance may adorn itself with confidence, but it overlooks the elegance of humility."
From my first breath, destiny marked me for greatness. Wealth, intellect, and charm were my birthright. Admiration surrounded me, and I embraced the word "exceptional." I stood apart, a pinnacle of perfection, unmatched by any.
Born into the biggest political family in japan, luxury was at my fingertips. I am most destined to guide japan as the future president. Nothing can change that fact.
Blessed with looks that garnered admiration and intelligence that set me apart, I was the embodiment of perfection. My steps exuded grace, and my words carried weight.
It wasn't arrogance, no, it was a simple understanding of my place in the grand tapestry of existence. I was above the rest, and that fact was self-evident.
But there was a void. I lacked peers, equals. Friends were acquaintances, mentors mere inspirations. I lived in a world where I was the center, disconnected from camaraderie.
my gaze remained fixed on the zenith, unwavering and unyielding. I lived in a world where admiration flowed, where people deferred to my judgments and praised my choices.
I trod a path paved by my talents, blind to the richness of humility and the strength of unity.
Acknowledging was a word contradicting my choice of vocabulary. No one is worthy of my attention for I am the pinnacle of their measly wishes.
That was until I met Ayato Aki-.... no, "Ayato Kirishima", that my perspective began to shift.
This my story, Ito Daisuke's story.
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Ito's (president) POV:
Currently looking into those horrid sliver eyes I find myself into utter submission.
A feeling very foreign to me.
Yet....... pleasant.
As the door closed behind Ayato with a resounding bang, a moment of silence enveloped the room.
I allowed my fingers to drum rhythmically on the surface of the table, my thoughts weaving a tapestry of possibilities.
However, the silence was soon shattered by an unexpected eruption—a burst of laughter that echoed through the room.
I laughed. The sound was rich, almost manic in its intensity. Yuri and Hoshino exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst.
My laughter slowly subsided, leaving an air of exhilaration in its wake.
"President Ito, are you alright?" Yuri's voice held a note of concern.
I met their gazes with a look that could only be described as delightfully wicked. "Oh, I'm more than alright, Yuri. You could say I've just witnessed something truly fascinating."
Hoshino's gaze sharpened, her usually composed demeanor showing cracks of curiosity. "Fascinating? Are you talking about Ayato Akiyama?"
I met their gazes with a gleam in my eyes that mirrored the wicked twist of my smile. "Indeed, my dear colleagues. Ayato Akiyama, or rather, Ayato Krishima."
Their confusion deepened, their faces etched with disbelief. "Krishima?" Yuri repeated, her voice carrying a mix of incredulity and curiosity.
"You understand don't you Hoshino?, The weight that that name carries" I couldn't help but conceal a chuckle leaking my lips looking at her astounded state at the moment.
It was not just a name; it was a symbol of immense influence, unyielding power, and unparalleled wealth.
The Kirishima Corporation loomed like a colossus over the landscape of Japan, casting its shadow on both the business world and the realm of politics.
The stocks they held, the businesses they owned, the properties they possessed—it was a web of power that seemed to know no bounds.
I nodded, thoroughly relishing the tension in the room. "Yes, Krishima. buried beneath the façade of Ayato akiyama that we all "seem" to know."
Hoshino's brows furrowed in contemplation. "But why?"
My smile widened as I leaned in slightly, savoring the moment. "Why indeed? Because Ayato 'Akiyama' is not just a rebellious student. He's the true heir to the throne of the Kirishima Corp."
Yuri gasped softly, her eyes widening with realization. "Heir to the Kirishima throne? That's impossible!"
I couldn't help but enjoy their reactions. "Not impossible, my dear colleagues. The true heir has remained in obscurity for reasons........ unknown"
No matter how deep I look into his life I just cant seem to acquire the darkest or even the brightest detail about his past...
Hoshino's skepticism was palpable. "And you're certain about this?"
My gaze held steady, unwavering. "Certain enough. He is not the indifferent façade he presents to the world. He's a calculated and dangerous force, groomed to be an absolute monster"
The real Ayato Krishima is someone far more calculated, far more dangerous.
Yuri's voice held a note of uncertainty. "But why would he hide his true identity?"
"I don't know, I was about to dig deeper into this rabbit hole though but after that threat of his I'm actually having more that just second thoughts".
Yup, I was scared shitless.
"Ayato Krishima is not just another student. He's a piece in a much larger game, one that involves power, secrets, and the destiny of the Kirishima family."
Yuri spoke hesitantly, "But he rejected the offer to join the Student Council."
I chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly. "Of course he did. He is not a pawn to be easily manipulated or swayed by promises of power."
Hoshino's brows furrowed. "Then why did you—"
"Invite him?" I finished her sentence, a glint of amusement in my eyes. "Because His recognition, his acknowledgment of my presence, holds more weight than his actual membership in the Student Council."
Yuri's eyes widened in realization. "You want his backing, his recognition for your future endeavors."
I nodded, my gaze unwavering. "Precisely, Yuri. The Kirishima name, regardless of his initial rejection, holds immense prestige. With his recognition, my ascent to the presidency of Japan becomes all the more inevitable."
Hoshino's voice held a note of intrigue. "And do you think he'll grant you that recognition?"
I leaned back, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. "Ayato Kirishima is not just an enigma for the sake of it.
He is a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of the dynasty he represents. He knows the weight his recognition carries, and he won't dispense it lightly."
Yuri's gaze grew distant, lost in contemplation. "But he rejected your invitation. How do you plan to earn his recognition?"
A wry smile tugged at my lips. "Patience, Yuri. Patience and strategy. Ayato Kirishima is a puzzle, and I intend to solve it."
As the echoes of my laughter faded, a shiver of anticipation raced down my spine. He had become a wildcard.
---------------------little did I know that in the near future ill come to regret my decision of ever getting involved with him.
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Ayato POV:
Leaving the student council room, I made my way down the corridor. I paused at a vending machine, grabbed a latte, and took a deliberate sip.
The bitter warmth rolled over my tongue as I leaned against the wall. Diving into my thoughts yet again.
I had known what President Ito wanted. His motivations were transparent to someone who had grown up immersed in the world of power dynamics and hidden agendas.
He didn't seek my presence in the student council for my administrative abilities or my organizational skills.
It was about recognition, about having the Kirishima name align itself with his ambitions.
"Pathetic"
As I continued to drink the latte, my eyes took on a calculative gleam, a reflection of the thoughts whirling in my mind.
President Ito's request had not been a surprise; it had been an expectation.
But what intrigued me was the way he had pushed, the way he had dared to unveil something that could tear him apart to shreds .He had spoken of my true last name, the one that carried a legacy of its own—Kirishima.
The name that had the power to shape destinies and rattle foundations. The name that was both a blessing and a burden, a symbol of greatness and an omen of responsibility.
President Ito might have attempted to unravel the enigma of my identity, but he had underestimated the extent to which I was willing to guard it.
With a final sip, I discarded the cup, a smile tugging at my lips. President Ito's revelations were nothing more than a shadow in my path. As I walked into the classroom, my gaze held the same apathetic feeling in it.
This numbness of emotions is something I'm quite used to, alas fed up. But after today one thing was clear--
-------The game had shifted, and I was ready to play by my own rules.