The Unseen Experiment Ayanokoji x Reader

Ch. 28 Two Kings

"I am not signing it," I said confidentially. The paper sat on the table in front of me, its bold title felt like it was mocking me. I stared at the paper, but the words began to blur as my mind was racing. Was he right?

The silence stretched on, it was thick, almost suffocating. Just then, as I thought the pressure would crack me. There was a knock on the door.

"You can come in." My father said smoothly.

The door creaked open slowly, my father looked at me a bit confused. 

I guess he was expecting it to be my teacher. To my surprise it was
Him.

His usual air of indifference was in place, but there was something different compared to how he was acting earlier in the library. 

He did not immediately acknowledge me either, instead his sharp eyes flicked toward the table where the withdrawal paper was in plain sight.  Ayanokoji's gaze locked onto it and then returned to me then shifting to my father.

He was still sitting with that unsettling aura around him, as if he was in complete control.

"The teacher said I was not supposed to walk in, but I got bored waiting." he said, his tone was deceptively casual but there was an underlying edge of annoyance to it.

My father got annoyed at his statement, made him feel like Ayanokoji was downplaying him.  His gazed flicked from Ayanokoji to me and back again.  The corner of his lips twitched, but he remained his calm demeanor. 

"Who is this? You did not mention anyone else would come in y/n." he asked, looking at me. His voice carried a note of disapproval.

"I thought it was going to be the teacher-" Ayanokoji cut me off saying, "Stop wasting your time with pointless formalities" Ayanokoji's eyes narrowed imperceptibly and then flicked at the paper again

"She clearly is not signing it, if that is what you were hoping for." His tone was cold and faintly impatient.

My father leaned back slightly with an unshaken composure. "I did not expect y/n to have friends who would get so...involved in her life."

Ayanokoji tilted his head slightly , his lips curled into a faint hint of a smile that did not reach his eyes. "You are overestimating my interest here." He replied smoothly "I am here because she's wasting time."

My father's gaze sharpened looking at him. "Ah, so you must be the boy?"

Ayanokoji's smile didnt waver.  "You can save your breath, I am not here to try to impress you infront of y/n."

"You have a lot of confidence for someone so young," my father remarked.

Ayanokoji did not respond directly. He walked over to me, he did not spare my father another glance as he leaned slightly towards me lowering his voice. "We are leaving."

Before I could react, I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, it was firm but not painful.   It was a clear message, and I was not about to argue with him. 

As we reached the door, my father's voice stopped us. "You think you can protect her by yourself?" he asked, his tone mocking. "You're just a child, trying to play a game you don't even understand."

Ayanokoji paused with his hand still on the door handle. He turned his head slightly in my father's direction, his gaze was cold. "Maybe," he said with a calm voice. "But at least I don't lose."

"But if you're done playing twenty questions, I'd like to take her back to where she belongs."

I could see my father's look on his face, his jaw tightened, but he said nothing.  The power struggle between them spoke louder than words.  Ayanokoji was winning but not through aggression but sheer indifference.

"Why is he trying to take you out of school?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual, though his gaze held an intensity that made it clear he probably was not asking out of curiosity.

"It's none of your business with my family," I said, trying to sound firm, though my voice wavered under his scrutiny. I am not supposed to share anything about the White Room with him even if I wanted to, he would probably judge me for it.

His grip on my wrist didn't loosen though. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropped to a near whisper, "Everything you do is my business. Always remember that."

I froze for a moment, his hot breath on my ear made it hard for me to think clearly.  My heart skipped a beat.  I have never seen him so serious before, the words carried weight that was hard to look over.

Ayanokoji held my gaze for a few more seconds before releasing my wrist and returning to his usual calm, unreadable face.

"Let's go," he said, his tone returning to its usual flatness. He turned and began walking, and I followed along.

The events in the Reception Room replayed in my head as I trailed behind him.  My father's words were lingering to me like a shadow.  It was not just him that unnerved me though

It was Kiyotaka.

With all his cold detachment, he somehow felt more dangerous than my father ever had.