Hi Amaya!
I don't know if you've already gotten. One of my previous requests but I'd like to send another one in, if you don't mind.
Could you write a one shot with Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, from Classroom of the elite?
I'd really appreciate it if the reader could be kept fem! And the one shot was fluff/angst, but it's ultimately up to you.
Have a nice day/night/afternoon!
Notes: I haven't written for Ayanokouji in forever omg so I just had to do this!
Warnings: slight angst, reader doesn't realise she's being used
Characters involved: Kiyotaka Ayanokouji
Fem reader, you/yours
He tried ignoring your advances, Kiyotaka really did.
At first it was easy to simply drop a small peck or two on the crown of your head as you shifted impossibly closer to him. But you were just so needy.
"Kiyotakaaa."
The way you whined his name made the boy in question sigh as he felt you shift beside him, but he still mustered the energy to lock eyes with you.
"You're behaving weird today."
Your proximity made it easy for him to feel your skin heat up at his words, but your sudden embarrassment unfortunately did nothing to trump your neediness.
Instead, you shifted your hands from their previous position on his chest to cup his cheeks as you planted one peck after the other across his face.
"I miss you."
"I'm right here."
Your nose wrinkled in annoyance at the reply. You tried to hide it, but Kiyotaka could see the way your mannerisms shifted from playfulness to a sudden sense of discomfort.
You were getting offended. And that was never a good thing.
A soft hum left his lips as Kiyotaka shut the laptop that had been resting on his lap for the past hour, allowing it to fall onto the mattress as his hands shifted from the keyboard to the nape of your neck.
"You have me now. So, what did you want?"
Your lips morphed into a wide smile as you winded your arms around his neck. Your nimble fingers trailed through his hair, no doubt ruining his style, but Kiyotaka couldn't have voiced his annoyance even if he wanted to, for your lips were on his a moment later.
You weren't a bad kisser.
In fact, most would probably consider you a very good one.
Your lips moulded against his almost perfectly and the way you occasionally tugged on his bottom lip would have probably arose others.
You knew how to use your hands too, and carded your fingers through his hair in a calming manner that would have Kiyotaka melting in your grasp if he actually liked you.
But he didn't. And he wasn't one to lust either. Which was why your perfect kisses were nothing but a nuisance to him.
As you pulled away for air and trailed soft kisses down his neck it was clear you couldn't catch on to his true feelings. After all, if you were smart enough to read people Kiyotaka would have never picked you over the other Class A girls.
He felt almost robotic as Kiyotaka dropped one of his hands to circle your waist, the other shifting from your neck to cheek as he planted a kiss of his own on your lips.
It was chaste and lacked the arousal staining your every touch, but the gesture was enough to make a stupid smile tug on your lips.
You were buying his lies. Perfect.
"Don't you have a study session to get to?"
Your eyes comically widened at his question. The sight made Kiyotaka let out a small scoff as he watched you reach for your phone and mutter soft curses when you noticed time.
"Shit you're right. Bye hun."
You shifted to drop one last peck on his cheek before collecting your things and hurriedly racing out of his bedroom.
A soft sigh tumbled from his lips as Kiyotaka watched the door slip shut behind you.
He was free. Finally.
Kiyotaka's slight smile shifted to display his real annoyance as he turned towards the discarded laptop.
If he knew pretending to be romantically invested with you would be this tiring Kiyotaka would have opted for other methods to draw information from you.
But alas, there were only so many ways to best Class A, and none of them could be accomplished without insider intel.
He needed you. The realisation drew yet another sigh from him.
"Only a few weeks."
Kiyotaka clicked his tongue as he muttered the words, watching his laptop hum to life to display the recording app he had set up in your phone.
If circumstances hadn't forced him to be apathetic, perhaps Kiyotaka could come to actually love you. But for now you were nothing but a pawn dressed up in his queen's garbs.
And Kiyotaka couldn't wait to get rid of you.
