~Tomoe X Reader: Book One~

Your eyes met through the crowd, his steel-grey irises shining with recognition, before narrowing in a seductive way that would probably make any other girl swoon to death.

Kurama. The Fallen Angel.

The Japanese equivalent of Justin Bieber.

A wave of nausea flows over you and you look away, trying to be polite and focus your dirty look a math poster hanging in the corner of the room.

'When am I going to use this class later in life?' The poster reads, and under is a long list of jobs and what math skills are needed for all of them. Someone jokingly stuck a white sticky note to the bottom, with a table for the math skills needed to work at McDonalds. Surprisingly, it hadn't been seen by Mr. Fujiori yet.

You shoot a glance back over to the brown-haired pop star, and are surprised to see he's stood up from his desk and is walking towards you.

Ehhhhhh.... Get your chokers and guyliner away from me, you asshat...
(You had nothing against chokers and guy liner, but on him, yes, they were bad.)

Kurama keeps walking towards you until you have to back up to get away. Too much cologne assaults your nostrils, and Kurama smirks. "Meet me up on the rooftop at lunchtime, (Name)." He whispers, and you blink.

"W-what?"

The 'Fallen Angel' went back to his desk, and the girls in the class started chittering and hissing amongst themselves, wondering what Kurama said to you.
"Class, if you could refrain from your fangirling," Mr. Fujiori says, sounding a bit bored. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and the young black-haired teacher drops his book down onto the podium. "...This is a classroom, you know. We have..."
The teacher's dark eyes slide to all of the worksheets in abandoned desks, most of which don't even have a name written on them. "...work to do."
Mr. Fujiori is ignored, and he tches. "GET IN YOUR DESKS!" The teacher explodes, and the students slip into their chairs as fast and smooth as if they were machines.

You quickly start on your worksheet, wondering what exactly a popstar so many middle schoolers were infatuated wanted to talk to you about on the roof.

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The roof is completely empty, save for Kurama, a large, grey concreted area surrounded by a low fence, except for a part of the roof that jutted up.

Kurama leans up against the wall of this, a shadow guarding his expression.

You take a few cautious steps up to him. "So... Um..."
You look down at the ground, moving your foot around in a circle.
"Why did you want me up here?"

Kurama looks up, locking his gaze with yours. "I just wanted to meet you," he says in a low voice, and suddenly bursts into motion.

You cough, choke, then try to comprehend what just happened. Kurama had stepped forward, grabbed you by the shoulders, spun you around, and was now pinning you roughly against the wall.

"What... Are you...." You gasped, and Kurama smirked.

"Do you know how you can steal the rank of a god?" He hissed, and your eyes widened.

His presence was suffocating. One of Kurama's fingers dug into your chest, not enough to cause pain, but his long black nails definitely weren't pleasant. "You take a bite of their heart."

Your eyes widened further, and you slammed your knee upwards, using all of your strength to hit Kurama right in the crotch.

He immediately doubled over, and you fixed your uniform.

"Not today, boi." You said, coughing.

Kurama had turned so pale he was almost white, and he twitched.

You sighed. "Do you want to go to the nurse?"

Kurama only made a high pitched sound that sounded like a balloon deflating when you pulled the blowhole part taunt.

"Alright, I'll make up some story that makes you seem cool." You crouched down next to Kurama, grinning.

"Sorry I might have spoiled your plans," You said, and Kurama looked back at you, eyes dazed. You laughed. "But I'm done being hurt."

With that, you stood, and turned back towards the door to the stairs, calling back behind you.

"Let's talk again sometime!"

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