Assumptions | Kise x OC

05 | NOT Intelligent

05 | NOT Intelligent

I swear I'm not being paranoid when I say that girls are stalking me and Kise from the shadows. They're lurking behind corners with their phones drawn, their eyes gleaming ominously as their lips curl up into evil smiles. A shiver runs down my spine when I accidentally make eye contact with one, and I hide behind Kise.

"You should tell your fans to stop being so creepy," I say.

"They're not creepy," he objects. "They're... dedicated."

Kise glances over at the demonic fangirls trailing after him and holds up a peace sign. They squeal at the top of their lungs and, to my horror, they attract even more members of the Kill Club. By the time Kise and I get to a gym, the girls are a mere ten feet away from us and continuously inch closer and closer.

One of them finally shouts, "Kise-sama, can I have your autograph?"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

"Kise-saamaaaa!"

Just like that, they swoop in towards Kise with magazines in one hand and pens in the other. I duck underneath the frozen model and slide through the gym doors, cringing as the shrieks of the excited fangirls escalate. If I didn't know better, I'd think the school was on fire because of how loud they are.

I let out a sigh of relief once I'm on the other side, only to turn around and see an entire basketball team staring at me. Their eyes are wide and some even have dropped jaws. I mirror their reactions and instinctively take a step back, walking straight into the doors where Kise's held up on the other side.

Oh no. This is what it's like to be stuck between a rock and a hard place, right? It's just I'm stuck between a horde of Kise and his fan base then tall, sweaty strangers who won't stop gaping at me.

Do they know that I'm 'Crazy American?'

"Uh, hi!" I bow at a ninety-degree angle.

The only other girl in the room snaps out of it first and replies, "Um, hello. Who are you?"

"Suzuki Mari," I say, "I'm from Kaijo." I tug on my school uniform for emphasis.

The boys break into whispers amongst themselves, eying me with suspicion and curiosity. They're probably yammering on about how they know I'm the psychopathic arsonist who set fire to Kaijo's oh-so-precious dispenser of drinks.

"Are you the manager?" the girl asks.

I nod. "Yeah, I started yesterday."

At this point, one of the shorter members of the team gasps. I hear him perfectly clear when he whines, "How come Kaijo gets a cute manager and we get—"

The boy falls silent as the tension in the room becomes suffocating. A shadow falls upon the girl as she narrows her eyes to slits and turns her head to cast a death glare at him. Fire burns in her gaze, and she literally hisses at him. He yelps in terror and scurries away to the locker room.

Holy shit.

I pale and laugh nervously, wanting nothing more than to get away from the terrifying upperclassman. "It's been nice meeting you, but I think I need to go."

My hand meets the handle of the door right as it swings open. Kise pulls me to the side as his fangirls pour in, saving me from getting trampled to death. But are you really 'saving' someone if you cause the chaos that put them in danger? Kise obviously doesn't care that much as I'm promptly thrown to the side by a tiny girl with a huge amount of strength.