Lavender Roses {K . Ootori x Reader}

Attack of the Lady Manager!

legend~

(y/i) ~ your idea

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The classroom is a blur, lavender jackets and daisy-colored dresses painting your vision, completely blocking your view of the teacher. Even so, she still tries to shout among her students.

"Make sure to choose a good partner! Your projects will be heavily influential on this year's final exam. You will have to know the material!"

Chalk crackles along the chalkboard as your teacher finalizes the due date, printing it in white power so it's there for all to see. Students are already heeding her warning as they swim around desks, waving to their friends and calling dibs from across the classroom.

(H/c) hair swirls as you take your attention from the teacher to follow a massive portion of your classmates run to the desk next to you. Your eyes fall on Kyoya, who still writes in his notebook, paying no mind to the out-of-breath students who sit expectantly at his side.

Your eyebrows raise at their quickness to connect the dots. Kyoya was the top of your class, no matter how hard you tried to surpass him. That meant that his project would get the highest grade, regardless of who paired up with him. Biting the inside of your cheek, you also watched guests you recognized from club hours looking at him with a sense of longing, wishing to get the most time with him as possible.

"Kyoya-san?"

The air around you seems to freeze as a girl steps out from the crowd. Her black hair bounces as she makes her way to the front, her green eyes sparkling with hope as she tries to get his attention.

She was beautiful, truly. You hadn't spoken to her personally, but she was definitely a regular guest of Kyoya's. You even saw her make him laugh a few times, which was a feat in itself.

There was something about the way she looked at your best friend that made you hold your breath. Out of nowhere, you started focusing in on everything about her. How she stood, how close she stood to the desk, what color she painted her nails, how tightly she was gripping her notebooks.

Why was she gripping them so tightly? Was it because she was nervous? Why was she nervous? What, did she like him or something-

You turned your head back to the front of the classroom. 'Take a breath, (Y/n)'.

Jealousy wasn't really your forté. You had only experienced it once before, when the boy you kissed in middle school suddenly started dating another girl the next day. Back then, you didn't like how it felt, so your solution was to stop feeling it. Simple as that.

Not so simple, anymore.

As girls surround Kyoya, it gets harder and harder to talk yourself out of the fact that you have a crush on him. But there was no rational reason why you wanted to insert yourself in their conversations when they talk to him, or make up an excuse just to get him away from them when they reach out to touch him.

You knew that was absurd and you would never do it, obviously.

But a girl could dream.

"Kyoya?" The girl draws your eye once more as she attempts to get his attention again.

The glasses character flicks his eyes to the girl, to her relief. "Ah, Miss Aina. What can I do for you?" Kyoya says, a host smile stretching his features.

"I was just wondering if..." she pauses, looking down, a blush rushing to her cheeks. The other students behind her lean in anticipation, silently cursing themselves for not having more confidence.