Chapter 1: Mommy Vampire Queen
Takashi had always been considered a freak, at least in the eyes of other people.
He was an orphan, dirt poor, and possessed monstrous strength that could bend solid steel with his bare hands.
A few of his classmates had accidentally witnessed it one day and ran away screaming, calling him a freak and a monster.
Their parents, however, dismissed the story, believing their children had simply imagined it.
But they hadn't.
They had seen the truth.
Takashi himself didn't know why he was so strong. He had been born that way.
As the rumors spread, more and more students avoided him. Some stared from a distance, while others whispered behind his back. No one wanted to get close.
Except for one girl.
She had beautiful orange-brown hair and was easily one of the prettiest girls in school. Her name was Rei Miyamoto.
"Your name is Takashi, right? Let's be friends."
Her smile was dazzling, warm, and so pure that Takashi could only stare at her in silence.
For the first time in his life, he felt accepted.
For the first time, he felt like he had found someone destined to stay by his side.
"Ah, how rude of me. My name is Rei Miyamoto. I heard you're like Superman. Can I see it?"
Unable to refuse her innocent curiosity, Takashi led her to a quiet place behind the school. He grabbed a thick steel pipe lying nearby and bent it with both hands as though it were made of soft clay.
Rei's eyes widened in complete disbelief.
"Wow... so they weren't lying after all. You're really amazing, Takashi." She smiled brightly. "I'm glad we're friends. Will you protect me in the future?"
Takashi nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"I will, Rei. I promise."
And just like that, they became inseparable.
They watched anime together after school, ate lunch side by side, talked endlessly about their hobbies, and laughed over the smallest things.
Those days felt peaceful.
Simple.
Pure.
Until...
Hisashi Igou entered their lives.
He was wealthy, handsome, confident, and effortlessly popular.
Everything Takashi wasn't.
Before long, he became part of their friend group.
When Hisashi was around girls, he always knew what to say.
He was funny, charming, and carried himself with an easy confidence that attracted attention wherever he went.
Rei laughed at his jokes constantly.
But something slowly changed.
When Takashi spoke, Rei no longer laughed the way she used to.
Sometimes she barely reacted at all.
One afternoon, after Takashi repeated a joke that had once made her laugh, Rei let out a sigh.
"What year is this, Takashi? You're still using the same old jokes."
She shook her head.
"Look at Hisashi. He's always up to date with everything. He's trendy, confident, and actually knows how to hold a conversation. You should spend more time with him and learn something."
Takashi's hand tightened into a fist.
But he said nothing.
Without another word, he turned around and walked away.
Rei frowned as she watched him leave.
"So immature."
She crossed her arms and snorted.
"Don't be like him, Hisashi."
Then she looked back at him.
"What were we talking about again?"
For some reason, whenever she looked at Hisashi, a quiet happiness stirred inside her chest.
A feeling she couldn't quite explain.
Hisashi chuckled.
"I don't know."
He leaned slightly closer.
"Maybe we were talking about how beautiful you are, Rei."
"Ah..."
Rei's face instantly turned red.
"You're such a tease, Hisashi-kun."
She lightly punched his shoulder.
The two laughed together.
Neither of them noticed how coldly Takashi had been pushed aside.
Or perhaps they simply didn't care.
Meanwhile, Takashi stood alone on the rooftop.
The wind brushed against his face as he stared at the endless blue sky above.
After a long moment, he let out a quiet sigh.
"Even you, Rei... I thought you would be different."
A bitter smile formed on his face.
"But in the end... you're just like everyone else."
However, his bitterness was quickly interrupted by the laughter of a young girl.
"Stupid human. You put too much faith in humanity, especially in a girl like her." She smirked mockingly. "She approached you because you were cool. You were different from every other boy she had met. But once you became boring, of course she left."
She tapped her temple with one delicate finger.
"Try using your brain for once instead of your hormones."
A pink-haired girl sat edge of the rooftop with the casual ease of someone lounging on a throne.
She wore an elegant black Lolita dress—frills and lace and delicate embroidery that belonged in a Victorian ballroom, not on a high school rooftop.
The outfit was far from modest, exposing the smooth pale skin of her thighs above a pair of long black stockings.
Her skin was unnaturally pale.
The kind of pale that had never once been touched by direct sunlight.
Her crimson eyes glowed with an eerie, hypnotic beauty—the eyes of something that was not and had never been human.
Yet... something didn't add up.
If she truly were a vampire, she should have burned under the midday sun. Instead, she sat there comfortably, completely unaffected.
"Why are you staring, pervert?" The girl's teasing grin widened. "Have you never seen a cute girl like me before?"
Takashi gulped.
He had to admit it.
The indecent-looking girl before him was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Yes... you're beautiful," he answered honestly. "But I'm not a pervert."
"Who cares?" she scoffed. "You're staring, so that makes you a pervert."
She chuckled to herself before nodding in satisfaction.
"But I like your honesty. I like children who tell the truth."
Then she smiled.
"Become my son, Takashi Komuro."
"What?!"
Takashi nearly jumped in shock.
What are you, Whitebeard or something? Do you have a fetish for collecting sons?
He shook his head firmly.
"No. Even if you're very pretty, I don't think you'd make a suitable mother."
"Hmph."
The girl's expression soured instantly.
The playful amusement vanished, replaced by something cold and imperious and deeply, deeply offended.
"How dare you reject this queen?"
She crossed her arms, looking down at him with the arrogant disdain of someone who had not been told "no" in several centuries.
"I know exactly what's going through that thick skull of yours. You think I'm younger than you, or maybe around your age."
She smirked.
"You're wrong."
"I'm older than you."
"Much older."
"My name is Krul Tepes, the Third Progenitor Vampire."
Her crimson eyes suddenly blazed with an unnatural light.
"And you shall come with me."
Takashi opened his mouth to refuse again...
And his body betrayed him.
A wave of weakness crashed over him like a tidal wave. His knees buckled. His vision blurred. His limbs turned to lead. He stumbled forward, barely managing to stay upright, his hand clutching at his chest.
"What... what did you do to me...?"
Krul caught him before he could hit the ground.
Her arms were surprisingly strong for such a petite frame.
She cradled him against her shoulder with surprising gentleness, one hand supporting his back while the other rose to stroke his black hair.
"Hush." Her voice was soft now. Soothing. The voice of a mother comforting a frightened child. "Be a good boy. Mommy will explain everything later."
She glanced toward the school building with undisguised contempt.
"This human school doesn't suit you."
"And as for that human girl..."
A faint smile spread across her lips.
"Forget about her."
"Come with me instead, and I'll introduce you to far more interesting girls."
Before Takashi could respond, before he could process the whirlwind of confusion and fear and strange, unexpected comfort, Krul leaned closer.
Her fangs sank into his neck.
The pain was sharp and brief.
A single bright point of sensation that flared and then faded almost instantly.
But what followed was... strange.
Not pain. Not pleasure. Something in between. Something that didn't have a name.
A warmth that spread through his veins like liquid honey, slow and heavy and utterly irresistible.
It drained the strength from his limbs and the clarity from his thoughts. It made his eyelids droop and his breathing slow and his heart beat in a strange, syncopated rhythm that seemed to match hers.
"Sleep now, my son."
Her voice was the last thing he heard—soft and warm and full of a promise he didn't fully understand.
"When you wake, everything will be different. Everything will be better. I promise."
Sleep overtook him.
Unable to resist any longer, Takashi's consciousness faded as he collapsed completely into the arms of the mysterious vampire queen.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
...
Chapter 1: Transmigrated into Hirata Yosuke
Hirata Yosuke.
Everyone who's ever watched or read COTE knows the boy.
We always see the MC as Ayanokouji, or Ryuuen, or even that piece of shit Yamauchi, maybe Rokusuke Koenji.
But never Yosuke. Never the golden boy of Class D. Never the leader who held everyone together in the early days before Ayanokouji's shadow swallowed everything.
He's handsome. Popular. The kind of guy women fantasize about and men secretly want to become. Even YamaGod—the Black Room masterpiece himself—was openly jealous of him.
The hottest and most popular girl in class is his girlfriend, albeit fake. Still. Can't deny the winner's aura radiating off him.
He's not the smartest person in the room. Ayanokouji beats him there. He's not the coolest. Koenji's sheer untouchable narcissism takes that crown. He's not even the most ruthless. Ryuuen would eat him alive in a direct confrontation.
But Hirata has something none of them possess.
When he speaks, people stop and listen. Not because they fear him. Not because they want something from him.
But because there's something in his voice—something genuine, something real—that cuts through the bullshit and makes you think: This guy actually gives a damn about me.
And that's a power even the White Room couldn't manufacture.
Now, you're becoming him.
Yes. Him. Hirata Yosuke.
You know his fate. You've read the light novels. You've watched the anime. You've seen how this story plays out. Hirata wins in the early game—keeps Class D together, mediates conflicts, plays peacemaker while everyone else is sharpening their knives.
But that winning has an expiration date. The school gets darker. The exams get crueler. The monsters—Ayanokouji, Ryuuen, Sakayanagi—start showing their true faces.
And Hirata?
Hirata starts breaking.
Because he's not a monster. He's not a genius. He's just a good person trying to survive in a den of sociopaths, and this school was specifically designed to chew up people like him and spit out the bones.
You know all of this. You can feel it—the weight of inevitable failure pressing down on your chest. Your heartbeat is hammering so loud you can barely think.
In your past life, you were just some otaku. Hirata was just some popular guy in an anime. But this isn't an anime anymore. This is real. This is ANHS.
And this school doesn't just break you—it reshapes you into something colder, crueler, more alone.
You have no cheat ability. No photographic memory. No martial arts training. No secret connections to powerful people.
Just a handsome face and a reputation for being nice.
Being pretty boy opens doors, sure.
But what else?
Being a fuckboy?
That's not going to stop Ryuuen from crushing your skull or Ayanokouji from turning your friends against you.
Fuck, Chat. I'm so cooked.
The bleak future stretches out before you like a long, dark tunnel with no exit.