𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ── 𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

IV

"Y/n~ be my friend♡︎"

"What? Be your friend? I don't even know you." You tried to pass the guy but before you could pass him he grabbed your hand. It startled you, kissing your teeth trying to pull your hand away.

"You best not be playing with me-" You said as you started to get irritated by him. Even though this stranger was madly attractive you felt annoyed at the moment cause you weren't trying to be late for your first day of college.

"Where are you going?" The blonde male asked you smiling while walking down the street with your hand in his. "I'm trying to go to school-" "You go to UCI?" He asked, tilting his head towards you. "Uh- Yeah I do?" 

"What a coincidence, I go there too." 

You were surprised but nothing was apparent on your facial expressions. "For real? I don't really know where the school is-" "I'll show you." He interrupted again while walking up faster, almost dragging you from his pace of walk.

Once you got to school the boy standing beside you walked you in talking about his courses and asking you some questions. "Are you new here?" "Y-yeah I am actually. I just moved here from Canada." You scratched the back of your head while you both stood in the entry hall of UCI. 

As he suspected. You were a new toy that he could play with. You were new so you didn't know what his reputation was in this school. You didn't even know his name. "Um, mind if I ask you for your name?" You asked since he was that first one you've talked to in school.

...

"Mikey." 

"MIKEYYYY!" Another guy rushed down the empty hallway towards both of you. The guy was so tall and intimidating and the other guy with him was shorter and more chill.

"What is it Kenchin?" "We have a problem we need to deal with right away." The tall guy examined you next to Mikey. You felt a little shy being infront of the big guy. 

"Okay." Mikey and the other guy walked away but before they both left Mikey looked over his shoulder to you. "Mitsuya, help her find her class." And then, they both left the school.

You were confused for the most part. Why did they just leave the school when they were supposed to be in class? 

Whatever.

"What class do you have right now?" You turned your head towards the guy with mid length greyish purple hair. He looked pretty exhausted but also fine af.

"I have- um-" You looked at your phone for the information while Mitsuya looked over your head to your phone.

"Classical studies. Auditorium Room number 411." The grey haired male nodded as you looked up at him. "I'll take you to the auditorium. By the way, You new here?" "Yes I am. Just moved here from Canada." You scrunched your nose while walking side to side with the guy.

"That's cool. Why'd you move here? No offence by that!" He quickly added side eyeing your figure as you chuckled trying not to get too deep into your backstory. "I just moved here with my dad, That's all. So what's it like at this school?" You changed the subject while you both walked up a flight of stairs.

Mitsuya talked about the school and his club that he runs within the college grounds, he designs clothes and makes uniforms for the school. He then introduced himself late into the conversation and you did so too. You actually liked him alot, the guy was interesting. He was cool and not so bold like the other guys you have talked to during your time in Tokyo. You both shared common interest in clothes and fashion.

"Well, this is the auditorium on your schedule. Feel free to drop by room 201, that's my club room. I'll be happy to get you signed up." He winked.

"Thank you so much. I'd love too." You winked back as he saluted you before walking into the opposite direction tucking his hands into the sides of his jean pockets. 

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You walked into the auditorium filled with students down the rows of the benches. The teacher there stopped teaching just to lecture you about being on time during class.

You sat down in a middle row closer to the back. You took out your notebook sighing from boredom knowing that the minutes will slow down to your misery.

You looked around the room and your eyes glued to the person you were siting next to. A guy with a pair of glasses that blocked his eyes from vision sat next to you doodling in his book. He was whispering things to himself...