The Demon and His Angel (Gyutaro X Fem!Reader)

Making New Friends

"Mr. Hantengu, which chapter are we on." 

"Um... Chapter 3." 

History class, the period right before lunch with a pathetic teacher. It's your first day, and you can already tell he's a pushover; half of the class is asleep, and he has done nothing to change that. You're not any better though; looking through your phone with the occasional moment of paying attention to the lesson. In a few minutes you'd be off to lunch anyway, so why did you even have to care about this class? It's also still just your first day in this school, so there's still plenty of time to catch up later. 

After a few minutes pass by, the bell rings, causing the sleeping students to wake up with a jolt. It was lunch time, and the menu for today was actually good. The halls flooded with students as they all made their way to the cafeteria, it got crowded quickly. Several minutes passed before you got your tray of lunch, and it looked good (for once.) Your eyes scanned the tables, you couldn't recognize anyone, and no one looked friendly enough to just let you sit with them, so you decided to walk up to the roof. 

Once the door to the roof opened, the fresh air immediately rushed over you, and it was refreshing. There were already a group of students up here, and they were all sat against a railing. 

You learned his name was Gyutaro after you overheard some unsightly rumors about him, all of them involving violence. Next to him was his sister, Ume, the prettiest girl in school who was a real heartbreaker. There was another boy, and his name was Hakuji, but he also went by a nickname, Akaza. Lastly was Nakime, there weren't many rumors about her, just the she was quiet and hung out with this group. Gyutaro was smoking, and from the looks of it he seemed to have already gone through a few of them. 

Hakuji was the first to notice you, then he alerted the rest of them to your presence. Gyutaro perked up when he realized you were also on the roof, and it sent a shiver down your spine, you couldn't tell if it felt good or unnerving. 

"What're you doing up here," Ume asked with an annoyed look on her face. 

"Eating lunch," You answered, as you slightly lifted the lunch tray in your hands. 

It looked like a vein popped on Ume's face when she heard your answer, it made Gyutaro and Hakuji snicker. Their laughter was short-lived, cause Ume snapped her head around to them and they immediately stifled any remaining ounces of their laughter. 

To Ume's continued annoyance, Hakuji asked, "Why don't you come over and eat with us?" 

Nakime was indifferent to the whole situation, while Ume was still annoyed, but Gyutaro looked a little excited by the prospect of you eating over with them. Your immediate thought was to decline, but for some reason you didn't, maybe it was the loneliness you felt or the surprisingly warm welcome you got. Gyutaro noticed how your nose scrunched at the smell of the cigarette, so he turned away from you when he'd exhale. 

"What's your name," Hakuji asked with a smile on his face. 

"It's Y/N." 

"Nice name," Gyutaro commented after an exhale. 

"I'm Hakuji, this handsome individual is Gyutaro, the pretty one is Nakime, then there's Ume," Hakuji gestured toward each one as he introduced them. 

"Asshole," Gyutaro said with a huff.

Ume walked over to Hakuji and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "What? Are you saying I'm not pretty?" 

"Gyutaro, help me out..." 

Gyutaro stood up, then promptly walked over to you and completely ignored Hakuji; he'd finished his cigarette. He sat down next to you, looked down at your tray, then he met your gaze.

"Most people think I'm ugly, and I can tell when they're lying. When you called my face unique, I could tell you weren't lying." 

It didn't look like Gyutaro got food from the cafeteria, so you grabbed the apple off of your tray and offered it to Gyutaro. He raised an eyebrow at your action, but he didn't reject the apple. 

"Thanks." 

"No problem." 

Expect for Ume beating the shit out of Hakuji for not calling her pretty, it was pretty much silent now. For the first time since you stepped into the school, you didn't feel lonely.