@ilovejjbasomuch1 requested Kizano and Ayato so I shall deliver!
Sorry for the very very very very late uploads
I don't think i've written this much this fast before😧 i'm finally done with finals so after this i'll do my best to update an actual chapter
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Today was Friday, nearing Ayato's end of classes. The day was ending slow, the students were quiet and sleepy.
Ayato, however, was wide awake. He had been basically chased down the hallways by that purple caped crusader each time the bell rang. How did he get his schedule??
Just then, Ayato got an alert from his phone, the vibration quiet enough that no one heard it.
He snuck a look to see Info's contact.
'Heyyyyy'
'what do you
want'
'I have a mission
for you. You're
needed in the
drama room'
'Why?'
'Because I said so,
so go do it.
Byeeeeeeeee!'
A few minutes later, Info came back with another message.
'Just be in there,
distact the purple
guy by ANY means
possible, thats your
mission okayyy
toodles fr this time
;)))'
Ayato grimaced and put his phone away. He was unfortunately caught from his teacher, mostly from his face.
"Oh, Aishi-kyunn, what's the matter?~" His Advanced English teacher asked, standing at his desk, his arms crossed and looking down at Ayato.
Ayato just looked at him and his vicinity to his desk. "Nothings wrong Mido-sensei-"
"Ah, no Aishi-kyun, in English, okieee?~" He tutted, sitting down on Ayato's desk, his face creeping closer and closer to Ayato's. As their faces got closer, the squeals of neighboring girls and boys got louder.
He had to think for a second, remembering the words used for that sentence. His eyebrows scrunched up in deep thought, which made Mido think he looked cute.
'This student is so cute!☆ Oh, I wish I...No. He may be a cute student, but he's exactly that, a student.'
He was broken out of his thought-rambling stupor when Ayato answered his question.
"Nothing is wrong, Mr. Rana"
"Very good Aishi-san. Very good." He retreated to behind his podium, and continued his lecture.
Finally, Ayato had time to think about his needed presence in the Drama room. Info didn't say he needed to bug it, nor did he say that it needed something to frame another student. What does he have to do there?
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Kizano's laugh was an unwelcome gift that Ayato was now subjected to. He got caught from the get go when he entered the Drama room, so now he has to make up for it by pretending that he was interested in the spring play set up by the aforementioned club.
"So my Darling, what exactly did you waltz in here for? Usually, it is I who has to chase you down." He said, his snooty voice quieter than usual, his eyes looking Ayato up and down, eyeing him appreciatively from his 'throne'.
Kizano's throne was just a tall armchair with upholstered red velvety fabric, it looked silky to the touch, and it seemed to match his cape that draped his shoulders. The gold and purple embellishments made the chair look much more ornamental than it was.
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His Spark | YanSim
Fanfiction[MINOR EDITS] Ayato Aishi was just like his mother at times. Always emotionless, and always so cold. It was almost as if he WAS his mother, except for one deadly detail. He didn't have his Senpai. He hasn't found his spark, his one true happiness...
