♡ || F A N C Y || ♡

| FA ♡ Reader ♡ KH |

Warnings: Somewhat yandere but no gore.

Today is what you deemed to be memorable when your parents ask you to put on one of your finest outfits you own, thinking they cleared their irreplaceable schedules to have quality time with their only child by drinking tea.

But why are you coerced to hang out with a stranger?

"You are painfully silent over these past hours."

The guy with the seaweed head said, his pale-red orbs are staring intently at you. However, you do not give a flying fuck about him.

You continue to read your book while mastering the art of ignoring someone. You do not want to associate yourself with the likes of him.

"Oi, didn't your parents teach you that it's rude to ignore people?"

"And my parents taught me that I should not talk to strangers."

You retorted, flipping the page to the next one. It's obvious that the seaweed head is starting to ignite the fire in his own bomb.

"You are my fiancé for goodness sake! I'm your future husband, damnit!"

After his outburst, you closed your book harshly. You spinned your chair to take a good look at this stranger.

"You may be right. However, I never said that I'm willing to marry you nor do I want to lift a finger just to know you. You're wasting your time on the wrong girl."

You answered, you were about to open your book once again when the sound of rushing footsteps came charging towards you. The boy's grip on your shoulders is tight, making you wince.

With every word he said, the more confident he is to invade your personal bubble by getting his face closer to your own, and that comes with his arms pushing you back.

"Listen here, I am Kira Hiroto, your future husband who is an aspiring soccer player. I am the Go-"

Due to the constant push, the spinning chair gave out to the weight of the two teenagers, surprising both of them. 

The fall happened so fast that none of them had the time to comprehend what was happening. But the sound of your chair falling must have been heard by someone, judging by the rapid footsteps and the disrespectful opening of your door.

"(Y/n), Hiroto what is…"

Your father never continued his statement, his stare fixated on the both of you before quickly closing the door.

With that, you pushed Hiroto off you; staring at him with wide eyes, what you received is a small smirk from him as he licked his lips.

"(Fruit Flavor) chapstick huh… not bad."

You are utterly disgusted at him by now, the vision wherein Hiroto tried to dominate you is utterly inappropriate. 

Hiroto's smirk widens when he feels those coloured orbs of yours glaring at his soul. Finally! You paid him attention, it is what he wanted yet he is not satisfied.

He wanted more of you…!

He is the God Striker! Everyone gives him attention, why wouldn't you? Why? Why?

But that doesn't matter. He just couldn't wait when the both of you announced your vows in front of the altar, with witnesses looking at them! After that…

Hiroto would just make you love him, right?

"Tch, you're disgusting."

You spat out before leaving to clear out a misunderstanding, the door closing harshly behind you as the teenage boy just sat there; contemplating the malice behind the tone of your voice.