Ryota was practically swarmed the moment he stepped into the party with the younger girl on his arm. She had finished with her classes for the day rather early, leaving them plenty of time to prepare, including getting some fitting attire. But, it seemed, she was taking a hands-off approach to the party this time. Instead of sticking to him like glue as she did last time, she watched from a distance. And though, for a while, he did very well speaking with some individuals about business, the moment it became personal, he lost it.
His energy felt like it was being drained the more he was around the unfamiliar individuals, particularly the young ladies who came to see the curious being. It was like they were gazing at some kind of mythical creature. In their minds, he shouldn't have existed. There was old money and there were commoners and they couldn't think of anything else. As such, their words were not so full of tact. And though he did his best to separate himself from the young ladies, far more interested in making connections with their parents, it was easier said than done.
"Say, I hear you come from Umayena," one of them hummed, batting a fan in front of her which was extremely obnoxious to the male, "It's a dictatorship, right? I hear they don't have nobles over there."
"I heard the same," another one of them perked up, getting far too close to the male for comfort, "But the high-ranking officials are super wealthy, aren't they? Lady Tahara stated that you could count the number of people with more than ten sich to their name on your fingers and toes. And most of them are related, too!"
"My, then the officials must be quite wealthy, indeed! Are you, by any chance, related to them, Mister Akiyama?"
The green-haired male scowled. If he were, he certainly would not want to live, let alone brag about it. The corrupt nature of the wealthy in his father's birth country made them seem inhuman. For all he knew, the woman "running" the country could be a demon. It would make more sense than the alternative, but he would never really know. Though everyone inside its freezing borders was forced to sing his praises, Ryota certainly never would. He was lucky enough to have that right.
As the ladies continued to make assumptions about his origins, he found himself wanting to punch one of them. Though he held himself back, he could feel himself twitching. How nice it would have been to just put them in their place. Maybe then they would stop throwing such brash ideas around without a care about who they hurt. Then again, he figured, even if the world flipped on its side, they would never change their egocentric ways. That was just the pride of aristocrats, he supposed.
He looked around frantically to get a glimpse of the (h/c) haired girl, wanting to send the hint that he needed a break. However, she was nowhere to be seen. And though he could have called it lucky when one of the ladies father's came over to remove her from his side, it really wasn't. The man gave a nervous chuckle, beginning to apologize for the girl annoying him, that she was just "interested in the unusual". Of course, the snide insult was just the tip of the iceberg. Really, what he was trying to say in all his rambling was that the green-haired male shouldn't get any ideas of marrying the noble lady.
"If you are looking to marry her off," Ryota started, wondering if he should finish his statement only to continue anyway, "I would suggest putting in the effort to look for a muzzle. And since the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, you could use one yourself."
"I beg your pardon?!"
The nouveau riche rolled his eyes before leaving. He wasn't interested in talking with the likes of him. Rather, he would have much preferred the company of (Y/n), who was doing who-knew-what hidden away somewhere. He began to scour around the party, dismissing anyone and everyone who came up to talk to him as if he hadn't come there to make connections. But, still, she was nowhere to be found. Getting impatient, he checked his phone, being met with no messages or calls from her. She was supposed to be watching after him.
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Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)
Romance(Y/n) woke in a room without her memory, knowing only what she was told by a redhead who was incredibly dedicated to her. She was told her family and friends abandoned her, she was left for dead, and that she was engaged to him. He gave her whatever...
