School Of Aesthetics | Dark Reverse Harem x Reader

Eight

"Hi, sweetie, how is everything going?"

"Great, umm is father standing beside you?"

You have decided to phone your mother after meeting with the student council.

Apparently in the school, phones are not allowed but they have something called a phoning room so the students can speak with their family.

"No, why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could do me a favor"

"Sure, dear, what can I do for you?"

"...Can you donate to the school for me? like just a good amount."

"You want to join the student council, don't you?"

You freeze at her words, but your mother doesn't seem bothered, just curious.

"Yes, please don't tell father"

You can hear her chuckle on the other side of the phone.

"Don't worry, this can be our secret, tell me is there something else you wish to tell me"

"Yes, my philosophy teacher, Mr.Adam, implied that you were his girlfriend"

Eloise laughs loudly once she realized whom you are speaking about.

"Oh sweetie, that idoite was not my boyfriend, but if you want, one call from me will make him give you full marks"

You cringe at that, not wanting your mother to speak to that freak in any way or form, you decline.

"No, thank you, everything is under control"

"Are you sure?"

"Mom, stop" you whine.

Suddenly, the phone gets snatched away from your from behind.

"Hello, Mrs. (L/n)"

You look to see that Dante is the one who snatched away from you the phone.

As he introduces himself to your mother and assures her that he will take good care of you, you only stare at him.

Surprisingly, his action made your face heat up in shyness.

Eloise (L/n) is a woman who attracted the attention of many in her youth, who would love nothing but for her shy daughter to get a decent boyfriend.

And once Dante spoke to her in a polite manner and showed respect, she immediately raised her hopes up that you would return home with him and announce your enegament after graduation.

Just like her husband.

And before he could speak further with her, you quickly end the call before she exposes your embressing secrets.

"What was that for, your mother was going to give me her blessings" Dante teases you with a wide smirk.

"Why are you here?" you inquire.

"It would be surprising if I told that you are not the only one who has family, I want to call my aunt"

"Ok, call her, I will be return to our dorm, see you"

Before you could walk away, Dante stops you by grabbing your arm gently.

"I will walk with you, please let wait for me, it will only take a few minutes"

Not wanting to seem rude, you decide to wait outside for him.

Or maybe it's because, Dante started to peek your interest.

°°°

"

I will help you in reaching your goal"

Dante's declaration of support surprised you as he never seemed happy about you announcing your desire to join the council.

"I'm happy to know that, but can I ask a question?"

You both reach the room and walk in, turning on the lights.

Seeing your side of the room tidy made you try to recall if you actually tidied up before leaving or not.

But before you could do so, Dante speaks up to pull your attention away from any larking doubt.

"What do you wish to ask me?"

"Oh, I just want to know, why is there not any girls in the council?" you ask.

"Because, the girl doesn't take place in the top five every year or any year ever since he became headmaster"

This made you confused.

"Why?"

"The headmaster hates women after his wife ran away with his brother"

Your mouth almost drops, but Dante's statement made you realize that there is no hope for you.

"That means I will never succeed in entering the council"

You whine, throwing yourself on your bed in despair.

"You don't need to worry at all, my dear, I will help you in that one"

"How?"

Dante smirks in a proud attitude.

"My father is the headmaster"

Of course his father is the headmaster, the same headmaster who Dante asked kindly to make changes to your dorm settlement so you can be his roommate instead.

Dante found himself interested in you the moment you applied in the school after all.

"What is the price?" you inquire, looking at him warily, not liking the stare he is giving you.

A stare of dark delight.

"No price between dear friends, (Y/n)"