♚♏αsked Front♚{Kyoya Ootori x reader}

Chapter 1

▒ Chapter: O N E ▒

You tucked the messy locks of hair behind your ear while fixing your rather large glasses, sliding them up the bridge of your nose. Your face was definitely covered by the horrible mess of your hair, and you thanked the mischievous winter air for that as you traveled to the next class on your schedule. Glancing at the building ahead of you, you took note of the crowded bunch horsing around, their voices echoing throughout the breezeway.

"I'll miss you, Kyoya!!!" the blonde whined. The man's accent was thick even though it seemed he spoke English fluently. Your gaze remained on the foreign looking group, though you weren't alone on that since the rest of the student population stared due to the amount of noise they were creating. Most seemed they were of Asian descent, and a few seemed to be European.

"Exchange students?" you muttered under your breath, passing by them. Attempting to be inconspicuous, you treaded by silently, though you cursed yourself for doing so when one of them backed up into you, shoving you against the brick wall.

"OH!" one of them gasped, terrified of what they hit, "Sorry, didn't see you there!"

You nodded and brushed past him, but you could still hear them as one of their friends chastised him for his blunder. "All of you are already creating trouble here."

"I didn't know that girl was going to react like that. Man, she's kinda like Haruhi in high school," the other one grumbled to the other.

"But more antisocial," it sounded like the same voice, but nonetheless, agreed with the other.

"We'll leave you to your class! We can have lunch later at the plaza," the blonde foreigner spoke.

You rolled your eyes at their comment and entered the building and to search for your classroom. Noticing the same numbers from your paper, you enter room 245 and took a seat in the far back. It was a large auditorium with long connected desks in every level and a huge tv screen on the wall. The professor was already at his desk, clicking away in his computer while the students entered the classroom in a slow pace. There was silence throughout the room, and while keeping to yourself, you analyzed the people chattering away in front of you.

"Can you believe that [Name] is going to be the lead in the book adaptation?" one of the girls hugged a book close to her chest.

The other a girl, a redhead, nodded with excitement, "She always knows what to choose. I'm pretty sure she won't ruin the book."

"Ugh, if only I knew her real name," the girl groaned, "all we know is her stage name."

You smirked as you whipped out your laptop from your bag, placing it in front of you to start it up. You scratched the top of your head, though it wasn't enough; your disaster of a wig was making your scalp itch, and you couldn't reach it. Frowning, you decided to leave it be.

"Welcome to your Entrepreneurial Finance class," the professor began which gained your attention, however, you swiftly turned your head when you noticed a familiar face.

You noticed a particular man from that rowdy group earlier, and you realized that he had been in a lot of your classes--- well, a majority of your business classes throughout your first year of college. 'His name is...Kyoya?'

"...Let's see," you redirected your attention back to the professor, "I'll take a name from the roster....[Full Name]."

Your eyes widened as the 200 students' eyes wandered around to look for you. You hesitantly raised your hand, gaining everyone's attention. You just wanted to be invisible, and this wasn't helping at all.

"Care to answer my question?"

Your heart dropped, realizing that you missed his question and bit your bottom lip with worry, "Sorry--"

"WHAT? I can't hear you!"

"I- I didn't hear you," you quietly answered.

"Still can't hear you!" he yelled back, "hey you!" He pointed to the man in the front row, coincidentally, the person you were staring at. "Do you believe that an entrepreneur, a person whom is supposed to lead others, should have such a weak voice?"

He turned back to stare at you, his cold stare analyzing you thoroughly to the point that you began to feel self-conscious. "A leader should have a firm voice, professor."

"Exactly, my point," the professor nodded with agreement as he turned on his heel to begin his lecture. You glared at the man named Kyoya as his gaze lingered on you for a moment, causing the corners of his lips to twitch upwards.

"Asshole," you growled under your breath as you slumped in your seat to hide from the judging stares.

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"And then he was like 'no a leader should have a firm voice'. Can you believe that teacher's pet?" you huffed as you slid into the passenger seat of the car. As soon as you were in, you ripped the wig off of your head, throwing it in the back of the car while you combed through your [h/c] locks with your fingers. "It's so damn hot in that wig."

"I told you to take off the wig until we're in the parking lot of the studios, not at your school," your manager sighed as she drove off from the deserted parking lot on campus.

"Sorry, I just had to take that off. Plus, no one was looking," you added. You reached into your bag to take out a bottle of water and drunk it greedily.

"You still need to lose a few more pounds before you begin filming. I suggest drinking 3 more bottles a day," she instructed you.

"Blame finals week. It ruined my figure."

"Honestly, [Name]--"

"What?" you growled as you knew what was going to come out of her mouth.

"You need to choose between your prestigious college or your acting career. Both are taking up too much time, and in the future, you're going to have to give up one of them."

"I'll take care of that when the time comes," you bitterly replied, taking out your tablet. You gazed at your acting schedule for the rest of the month, typing your new school schedule. "Grey, you're going to have to move stuff around...A lot of interview dates interfere with my test dates."

"[Name]--"

"All they do is ask me for personal business which they never are going to get. What do you want me to tell them? Hey, I have a brother who is almost dead in the hospital. With all the money I'm receiving, I'll make sure he gets cured. Once I stop acting, I'll have a degree to support myself and him. The End~"

"Sounds great for when you retire," Grey chuckled, "oh by the way, some guy bought your entire meet and greet tickets. Do you think it's a stalker?"

"I don't care. As long as they pay for my brother's meals, I don't care where it comes from."

"It's a bunch of foreigners."

"If I don't speak their language, that's going to be awkward...What's the guy's name?"

"Tamaki Suoh."

"Yeah, that's foreign...But what's he going to do with all those 7 tickets?"

"Keep it all to himself..or bring friends. I never know with your fans."

"Great. I can't wait," you groaned.

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