Kunai Beats Shuriken (K/DA Akali x Male Reader)

E28: Fat

I walk straight into the giant frat house, adjusting my collar to look less loose. I refine my posture as I'm continuing my walk, waltzing by the DJ who's currently setting up for tonight's party. It looks like Sona, a woman who I've seen around before, and who has DJed at our club before. I need to play this off correctly, right now I'm betting on being a university official.

I didn't know what I was expecting, seeing a bunch of smelly college guys either shirtless, or wearing matching tank tops with their club logos on them, decorating or preparing kegs for the up and coming party that very night. Like an organized crime syndicate back home, I can easily tell who is the guest, who is small fry, who is respected, and who is right in the middle.

I only visit the fraternity because I am interested in getting a reading of the president. I already forgot the name of the place... Beta Ligma? That sounds close enough...

Y/N: Excuse me! Can one of you help me? My name is Michael Gloom, I'm a new university representative-

A random frat guy drops a keg on his buddy's foot, making him hoot and holler, but he comes up to me with a smirk.

Fratty: I think I can help you out, bro! Prez is upstairs, I'd just be careful, he's not looking forward to an unexpected meaning right now...

Y/N: Well, when you plan parties that get the university's recognition, expect one of us to drop by. You guys do party safe, correct?

Like an actual university representative or advisor figure, you ask a vague, simple question that could be answered with yes or no, and don't demand elaboration. Wow, Y/N, why are you not an academic advisor for these poor saps?

Fratty: W-we check IDs at the door! Stuff like that, yeah!

No they don't. His glance should send a shock down his spine. They've never seen an advisor come visit in person, let alone one that's built and covered in tattoos. I open the door to the president's room, and he's busy with someone.

The hair... the gaze... the mark across his nose... It's that fucking kid who spray painted all over the back of Jinx's workshop! It's True Damage Ekko! That's how Akali knew about this frat! He was making out with Qiyana, that True Damage girl. Wow, he's... well... he is 23 now, that would make sense, bet he took some time off...

Due to the brain damage I probably gave him, he doesn't recognize me.

Ekko: Aye, okay baby, you coming tonight?

Qiyana: No, no, <I think I'm going to take a rest, you should too. Why don't you just finish your sound design master and kick rocks? Why rope yourself into all these club things?>

Ekko: <They made me president when we dropped that hit!>

They're speaking in Spanish and act like I don't understand it. It starts to get a little vulgar.

Qiyana: <And who's this, you have greasy gangsters? He looks like he's off the boat!>

Ekko: Yeah, what are you doing here, <fucking fake ass?>

Y/N: <I can understand being fluent in another language can sometimes grant a sense of privacy. I can understand you guys have superiority complexes as high as the sun, but please show respect, please...> I am Michael Gloom, and I'm from Pilt. office of...

Think... THINK!!!

Y/N: Student Affairs! You should've gotten an email-

Ekko: I didn't, bro.

Qiyana: He doesn't check them... okay, bye Ekksyyyyyy...

She waves at him and then has to squeeze herself by me. My gaze also sends a look of fear in her eyes. I give her the stare that should tell I've seen some things, and that this party is not a good idea. I'm not telepathic, oh but it'd make my job so much easier. Now, I needed a read on the president because I was curious.