♚♏αsked Front♚{Kyoya Ootori x reader}

Chapter 4

▒ Chapter: F O U R ▒

You crossed your arms at the repugnant sight of the Ootori man. "Stay out of this."

The demand caused him to redirect his frown to you, though there was hint of interest in his optics, wondering what you were up to. It was you against three models which could certainly ruin your reputation. It didn't look like you were ready to destroy your acting career, so it made him ponder why you wouldn't want his help.

You eyed the rude models who were smirking at you. The nicer ones stayed back, hoping the childish fight would dissipate, but you were far too annoyed to let it go. "Do you have a problem with me being here?"

"You and other actors have been taking our jobs like we are nothing. So yeah, I do have a problem with you being here. We don't need actors in this business."

You chewed the inside of your mouth since the model wasn't entirely wrong. You didn't belong here and for good reasons too. "I get what you mean, but I--"

"Please don't try to make it better for your selfish self," the other model sneered.

Talking to these people was proving to be difficult, but you were an educated woman and knew not to resort to violence-- even though you wanted to throw a punch their way. "I'm NOT trying to make it better for myself. I'm trying to help you guys not lose your jobs."

That statement surely sealed their lips shut. They kept their eyes trained on you, watching your every move as to what you would do next. You could feel the stare of Kyoya Ootori, and it made your blood boil. How dare he assume you to be a weak person...who couldn't even deal with a bunch of models?!

"I am not here as an actress but as a friend to the designer. I don't like modeling, and you guys can do it better than me, that much I can agree on.. I'm sorry that actors take your jobs, but if you can't be professional about this all, how can you even land a job?" You walked up towards the women who remained quiet. "Now, we can be civil and professional women about this, or you can do my friend a favor and get out before you ruin her fashion show."

The two models glanced at each other, at first with reluctance but then with guilt. "We're..sorry about it too."

You stuck out your hand, a smile gracing your features, "I won't talk about this, if you won't."

Each took their chance to shake your hand before leaving to assemble into the line. The whispers ceased amongst the others as there were sighs of relief from the other models. Clearly no one liked these confrontations before a runway show. You glanced back to the quiet man, sauntering over to him, "I didn't need your help."

"I never said you did. I just heard some racket, so I went to inspect it." He pushed the frames further up the bridge of his nose as the corners of his lips twitched upwards, "You sure did talk a lot about professionalism there. Did you learn that from your acting career or studying business in your college?"

Your smirk slowly faded, eyes widening. How. Did. He. Know? "W-W-What?"

"Stuttering, I must have gotten something right," he hummed with amusement.

"...Why are you so intent on unraveling my normal life? I'm just a normal person who doesn't need someone poking in and ruining everything."

He returned to his serious facade, noticing that you were at wits end. At first, you were comedic relief for him during his time away from the host club, but it seemed that you weren't enjoying it as much as he was. It made him realize that he was beginning to force some qualities about you normal life to surface. He inwardly smirked to himself, excited that he was close to the truth so soon. "I apologize for bothering you, [Name]. I hope you can forgive me for my incessant poking. I could treat you to dinner in my apartment. I'll invite the rest of the group since they enjoy your presence.

"I'll pass." You clicked your tongue as you were annoyed he didn't get the hint. You didn't want him around you any more!

"I insist. It'll be good if you make it. It'll probably make me reconsider whether or not you really are worth my poking."

"Is that a threat?" You eyebrows rose as you gazed deep into his eyes, fishing out whatever he was plotting.

"No, of course not, but I do hope you could make it." There was a faint air of smugness around him as if you had no choice in the matter.

And he was right, you had no choice. "I wouldn't dream of missing it. Just let me know the day and time."

"ALRIGHT PEOPLE! PLACES!" the runway coordinator announced as he stampeded through the area.

You stiffened as you began to feel this nervous sensation. Runway wasn't your strong suit as much as acting was, and you were afraid you might trip on the ridiculous seven-inch heels that decorated your feet. You squirmed in your stance, feeling the overwhelming weight of the ball gown.

Kyoya chuckled lightly at your terrified expression, and he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear. "You'll do fine, [Name]. After all, you look more stunning than any woman here." With that being said, he left you there stunned and in a daze.

You hadn't blushed this much in a while, and by the feel of your cheeks burning, you detested the act of blushing.

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You groggily awoke to the ring of your cell phone echoing throughout your apartment. You frowned that it ran during your day off, and after the exhausting fashion show, you needed all the sleep you could get before you returned to working on some homework. "Hello?"

"Open your door. We need to talk." Grey's voice demanded.

You groaned and obliged slowly. Once you opened the door, she entered with a stomp to her walk. She was livid about something, and it forced you into an awaken state. "Uhh, what's wrong?"

She forced a tablet into your hands, "Look at the headline."

You focused your eyes on the screen, and the red colored headline captured your attention. "Top News: [Name]'s A-List Romance?!" Your breath got caught in your throat as you noticed the picture as another statement reiterated the headline. "It seems that [Name] has romance brewing with the third son of a mega-million dollar company, Kyoya Ootori." It was a picture of him leaning in towards you, and from afar, it looked like he was kissing you.

"I just need to make sure, but are you romantically--"

"NO. God, no. Please don't ask that question."

"Then why is he so close to you in this picture?"

"He was telling me something since it was so loud. Ugh, this man is going to ruin me. He's all bent in discovering who I really am, and he's doing well so far."

"Then stop hanging around him," Grey shrugged.

"It isn't that simple," you sighed, "plus, I'm invited to his apartment sometime this month along with his friends."

Grey shook her head, "I'll allow you to go this time in order to clear up some things with him. Just make sure you tell him to stop bothering you."

You nodded, fully agreeing with your manager. You really need to subtract this man from your life before he makes it a living hell.