❝ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH kaji ren finds himself feeling a bit too much for his kind girl best friend l/n y/n.
⊹ kaji ren x fem!reader
⊹ slight chatfic
⊹ follows manga
⊹ warning: violence, language
highest rankings :
⊹ #1 in ka...
"heheheheheh," you cackled softly to yourself as you clicked the submit button, turning in the venn diagram you created through canva and chatgpt after running the essays through multiple un-ai thingies you found on studytok (i love tiktok guys). the schedule you made up a while ago got disrupted because lana sent the math homework answers from her tutor to you and tsumuji, so you did that first. then for the english worksheet, you just called up amaya who turned out to be studying for an english major (she's a third year) and she gave you the answers very easily, along with some friendly chit chat.
you slammed your laptop shut and jumped up from your seat, a satisfied smile on your lips. what should i wear? you thought, skipping to your close—"FUCK!! OW!" you yelped, hissing in pain as your toe caught the bed's leg and you tripped face-flat onto the wooden plank floor.
"oh my god. i hate my life." you got up and inspected your foot, which looked okay, then shrugged.
with pain clouding your mind, you just lazily put on a styled light chestnut brown off-shoulder crop long-sleeve you found in shein, desaturated dark matcha denim shorts, black lace-up boots, and gold jewelry, following the 7 point rule.
like this hehe:
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you decided that a quick careful swipe of romand glasting melting balm would be fine and walked out, locking the door behind you. your f/c phone said it was 12:11, so you had enough time to grab lunch at kotoha's and walk all the way to kakiuchi's.
wait. you stopped in your tracks, lips parting. where does kakiuchi live??
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"i don't know either." kotoha fiddled with a shiny silver spoon, twirling it in her fingers as if it was a cigarette.
you sighed, then took another bite of her special omurice (without ketchup, since you hated it), the savory egg flavor exploding in your mouth. "asking him would be kinda rude, right? like...eugh, why didn't i think of that a while ago??"
kotoha's brown eyes darted to yours as she finally put the spoon down on the countertop. "ask one of the first years, maybe they'll know."
"but whoooo?" you mourned, shrimp posture shrimpy as ever. you swung your legs back and forth, your shoes never reaching the floor. it was one of the things you loved about the stools next to the counter table. "nice hairstyle, by the way."
"thanks. just wanted to try something new," she replied, looking at her reflection in the shiny coffee machine. recently, she had been tying half her hair up in a small ponytail, leaving two strands dangling on each side of her face.
"ah!" you shot up, the pretzel posture eradicated abruptly. "sakura-kun!"
kotoha raised her eyebrows at you. "huh. yeah, i know where he lives. i could send it to you if you want," she said.
