Teddies | Kanato Sakamaki x Reader

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(Name) sighed- she seemed to be getting punishment for every little thing she did. Her mind wandering during the class, the girl wondered if she would turn masochistic, if she would get used to the punishment. What if she actually began to enjoy it? The thought made her shudder. If that ever happened she would be sure to run away as soon as possible.

Not once did she pay attention to the lesson; it was all too difficult for her anyway. Resting her head on her arms, her breathing evened out as she began to relax. The quiet, smooth voice of the teacher was like white noise, settling her to sleep and made everything fade into the background. She wasn't even that tired, but it was a better way to pass the time than listening to something she didn't even understand. 

Time passed, and (Name) was still asleep, resting her head on the desk. How much sleep had she had now? The other day she had no sleep at all, and today she had too much of it. Has her life really gotten out of balance in the past couple of days? 

"Girl. What are you doing in this class?" The voice was cold and demeaning. Due to the sharpness of the bark, the dosing (Name) was awoken. Why did any of the others have the need to interrupt any moment of peace she had? Even though it had only been a couple of days, she was already sick of it. Groaning, she glanced around the room, keeping her gaze averted from the ash haired male.

No one was there. No one except her, Reiji and Kanato. She didn't really have much help there. Well, she could ask Kanato for help, but she would have to degrade herself for that to happen. In no universe was that ever going to happen. (Name) was stubborn, and was never going to back down.

"Why should it matter to you what class I am in?" She shot back, folding her arms. A scowl settled on her face. It was a little strange how the girl resented him so much, even though she had only just met him. Although, he was an absolute pain when she had just met him.. Going on and on about manners; who was he to tell her what to do?

The male pushed up his glasses,"It matters quite a lot actually. You were put in the 1st year class for a reason. Why did you move?"

(Name) sighed, not really wanting to get in trouble for something someone else had done. However, she neither wanted o get the purple haired male in trouble as she could tell there was something wrong with him in the head and he had a partial reason for his actions. Her chair scrapping back as she stood, (Name) walked around the desk and Reiji towards the door, where Kanato was stood. 

He didn't look to happy, annoyed that someone else was interacting with his property. How could others even think it was acceptable to do that? Growling, Kanato grabbed hold of his doll's arm as soon as she came close enough, dragging her along behind him.

"Kanato. Wait." His deep voice demanded from behind them. Standing near the door of the classroom, Reiji glared at the both of them like he usually does. 

Stopping in his tracks, but not turning around, Kanato scowled, "What is it?" His voice growled. Usually, he wouldn't answer Reiji back in this tone, but honestly? He was pissed off. 

Following Kanato's movements, (Name) halted just a few steps behind him. Her emotions were a mess, so much that she didn't know what she was feeling: scared, angry, annoyed? On top of that, it frustrated her that she didn't know what it was. Instead of letting it all out, she kept silent- it was the best thing to do. The girl didn't want to dig herself a deeper hole by doing so.

The clicking of the heels on Reiji's shoes was heard, before it stopped and (Name) felt his cold presence right behind her. Her body tensed, as he smirked at her reaction. She had never liked people standing directly behind her- who knew what they could do?

"Kanato. Was this your doing?" (Name) could feel the cold breath of the ash haired male on her neck, it sending shivers down her spine. She felt incredibly uncomfortable, yet didn't dare to move. Instead, her grip on Kanato's hand increased.