I don't own the art, or Kill la Kill, or you. I own the story.
So your love interests are: the main antagonist "Satsuki Kiryuin" and the main protagonist "Ryuko Matoi". Also, you're shorter than both of them. I'm going to write as much introduction as possible to have more total words at the end. :3(Y/N) POV
"Yes!!!" I cried, then blushed from the outburst joy. I had just opened and read the letter from the most prestigious school around, "Hannoji Academy". It was known for having an extremely high success rate, but was also notorious for being one of, if not the most brutal place ever. I heard a rumour that a student was even killed because of misbehaviour, but I might have been wrong...
On a lighter note, I'd been accepted! Hurray! I was so happy, I was practically jumping up and down in excitement. I was so eager to get ready for it, that I rushed down the stairs and got my mother to go buy me a suitable uniform, even though the start of the school year was a week away.
After we had bought all the necessities, we celebrated. After all, my family wouldn't be coming to the island. I would be living alone the entire time. To be honest, I thought it would be a bit of a perk, not having anyone else around, and being able to not blush every few seconds in your own home.
My mother got some champagne. She sometimes lets me have a bit, but I don't really like it, and I know it's mostly only for her. My father got me an upgrade for my phone. The problem was that it needed to go to the phone shop for 2 week. The island also doesn't allow mail to travel in and out of it, so that meant no phone for a few years. He also seemed so excited to get the upgrade that I didn't have the heart to say no. My brother and sister put their heads and their money together to get me a picture of the family in protective casing. The last present was my favourite by far. I thanked them all, and enter the party, went to bed.
The next week went by normally, except for me saying goodbye to all my friends. They were all too lazy to get in.
On the day of departure, I got on a boat with other new students, and waved my farewells to my family as I watched them glide away from me.
I sat in a corner of the boat. The captain had said it would take another ten minutes to get there, and that we would have to sprint for our lives to get to the "welcome" speech in time. I looked at the island in all it's glory. It looked beautiful, despite the occasional slum. Once landed, I thanked the captain shyly and ran to the welcoming ceremony.
I burst into the courtyard with the other first years who came with me, and got in line in the row that had a sing next to them which read: "First years". I stood straight and to attention. Suddenly, a loud shout came from above. It was the daughter of the director, Satsuki Kiryuin. She was basically the leader of this place, and ruled it with an iron fist. She looked down onto us.I paid attention to every word she said, just to make sure I didn't miss anything important.
After that, we all went to our designated classes. I saw a girl with black hair who looked quite threatening and scary looking at me, watching my every movement. And guess what? She was in my class.
Nothing much happened in class, except for all the staring from that girl. It wasn't a hateful, or evil stare. It was lustful, and slightly love obsessed. There was a ruckus at some point, but the girl stood up for another girl, who I assume was her friend.
After that, nothing much happened, until I heard my name being called over the intercom ordering me go to the Student Council President. I was terrified, but I got up nonetheless and started on my way. I saw out of the corner of my eye, the girl getting up to follow me. Her name was Ryuko Matoi, and she was my stalker. Great...
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