Sadistic | Sata Kyouya x Reader

♚ sixteen

"I'm tired, San."

She squeezed your shoulder in an effort to ease your pain, but your lip was still quivering, and you felt your eyes beginning to waiver. Her shoulder felt nice to lean on, in fact, so comfortable that you couldn't remember why you were crying.

But then you heard it again. His voice.

* * *

[days before]

"Ky..ou..ya?"

The blond haired boy seemed different today. Unusually perky, unusually charming, unusually princely. Then again, he was like this from the start, wasn't he? This wasn't something to be worried about... you swallowed. Right?

"Kyouya!"

He didn't even take a single glance.

Walking straight past you, too occupied by the conversations surrounding him, to even notice you were standing there. Your mind raced for any possible reason – anything that would cause him to act this way. This wasn't new. He'd been doing this so frequently, ignoring you at any given moment, but this was a new low even for him. Paranoia deluded your thoughts, anxiety clouded your brain, until you finally gave up on this hopeless act of guessing and ran to him, no, threw yourself at him.

And within the collective gasps and screams, there you were, on top of a speechless Kyouya with just centimeters between both your heaving chests.

You were so close to him, yet, so far. The Sata Kyouya you once knew and loved was nowhere to be found, instead was a gentle smile that was the epitome of plastic. Fake. Disgustingly fake. All you wanted to do was hear those words from him again, a snide comment about how heavy you were, or how loud you were breathing. At least then, you could see the real him...

"What the hell is she doing?" Voices all around began to whisper.

Before anyone could start another fuss, you stood up, watching as Kyouya rose up and brushed off his shoulders, like what had occurred to him wasn't even a big deal. He played the act so well you started questioning your own relationship with Kyouya. Was it even real? Or just another game?

Just...

A dog.

And then you finally lost it.

Your palm slapped his cheek so hard that you felt the ringing sensation in your hand. Your eyes narrowed and you didn't dare look at Kyouya in the eyes, or at him. Your eyes made their way toward the floor.

"I guess you're done with me now," you muttered the words so softly under you breath even you could barely hear yourself.

"[Name]!" San yelled, and you spotted her digging her way through the crowd panting heavily. "What do you think you're doing?!"

She grabbed you by the arm and started dragging you away, and just as you were about to go, you heard Kyouya.

"I'm sorry that you seemed to be angry with me, but violence doesn't solve anything," his patronizing words sounded so damn gentle the insides of you wanted to scream into his face.

And then you saw it.

He was smiling. Still.

You wanted to wipe that cocky smile off of his face, but you couldn't. Not because San's grip was too strong to fight against, but because you were so entranced in the stranger's charming smile.

You just couldn't understand him. He had a bruise on his cheek that was just starting to form, and yet, he was still smiling as if nothing had happened. Like an idiot.

And that was the final blow.