ANTI-ROMANTIC | OOTORI KYOYA

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i don't know who loves me,

—KYOYA OOTORI DISTINCTLY
remembered the lady in red running across the field. She wore a pinkish red shirt, different from the others wearing teal football jerseys; or soccer to the Americans. Additionally, she wore a white pleated skirt paired with black thigh highs. She didn't seem to be of the team, in fact, Kyoya was inclined to believe that she was just a nuisance irritating the varsity players. It was strange that the players were laughing along with the aforementioned girl, Or they're laughing at her. He thought, the idea making him smirk. Nevertheless, Kyoya went on with his day, unbothered by the events displayed before him.

Well, that was the plan, at least. As if devised by the fates themselves, the soccer ball went fifty miles per hour and directly came in contact with Kyoya's shoulder. The Ootori boy wasn't particularly muscular, as a matter of fact, he was quite slender. As such, he was somewhat prone to losing balance if hit too harshly. Thus, once coming into contact with the ball, he flinched back lightly, rubbing his shoulder in pain. He clenched his jaw in an attempt to keep his figure as calm and composed as possible.

"Are you alright?" A clear voice spoke out. Kyoya glared at the source without hesitation, before realizing it was the lady that had hit him. The girl had ruby red eyes and tied her black hair in a simple ponytail. He felt a sense of familiarity once he got a glance at her face, but he paid it no mind and instead focused on more pressing matters. The Ootori boy tilted his head stiffly, plastering a fake smile on his features. "You don't seem too well," A worried look made it's way to her face. "Perhaps we should take you to the nurse?" She recommended, stretching a hand out to the boy in hopes of offering him some aid.

However, Kyoya had no intention of taking up her offer. Instead, he aimed to get as far away from this girl as possible. "I'm alright." He replied curtly, trying to shake the nuisance away. "Are you sure? You're-" Kyoya interrupted this time, wanting this to end quickly. "Kyoya Ootori. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss..."

"Ah! Nice to meet you! My name's Miyahira Mika." And then, it hit him. The Miyahira name was not unfamiliar to the Ootori boy, they were a family of high status, having made waves in the film industry, and perhaps entertainment as a whole. Thus, Kyoya found it on the top of his list to maintain a passive relationship with the lady in front of him. "Is that right? Well, I'll see you around campus, Miss Miyahira." He responded curtly, painting his face with a gentlemanly smile. "Ah yes! I'll see you around Kyoto sir!" She responds, a bright smile finding it's way to her features. Ignoring the name she had called him, Kyoya swiftly walked away, satisfied with how he dealt with the situation.

Little did he know, a pair of flaming red eyes glared at the scene from a distance.

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Kyoya typed away on his laptop as the professor rambled on and on. He was a fairly old teacher, constantly confounding his students by going back and forth on certain topics. The aristocrat refused to admit it, though he too, occasionally struggled to understand his professor's lectures. In spite of that, he tried his best to keep up, and with his spectacular grades, nobody would even begin to suspect that he was slightly struggling.

However, the boy's grades meant little to Miyahira Mei, as she was more wrapped up in cleaning up her sister's mess. As such, she was determined to have a conversation with the said boy so that she could finally put this all behind her.

"You will work in pairs, feel free to choose your own partners and submit your finished assignment three weeks from now. I will not be accepting any late submissions, so I suggest you all pass on time if you want to pass my class." Warned the professor. "Thank you, and that is all. Class dismissed."