No, My Last Name Isn't Kaiba (Seto Kaiba X Reader)

One

A/n: I know no one likes to read these author notes, but I just wanted to let you know that I discontinued my other Seto Kaiba story because I knew it was going nowhere. Have this one in place of it- hopefully I like the turnout better!

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The immaculate brown locks.....

The cold blue eyes.....

The crisp, forced smile.....

These were all things that came to mind when describing Seto Kaiba.

Unless, of course, you thought less of him than others did.

And you most certainly did.

You didn't plan to come in contact with the man, though the girls around you at your university did. They squealed and chattered when they heard that he would be coming to the campus to tour and see for himself how American schools worked. You just buried your nose in your Japanese textbook and continued to study.

"Y/n!" a voice called. You glanced up and smiled immediately. When you had entered the Japanese class, you had been paired with an exchanged student. You two were supposed to help each other understand your languages better, and it had actually helped. Your exchange student, Takehiko Sakurai, was a huge help when it came to learning the words and stringing together sentences. At the moment, he was strolling into the library, backpack slung over his shoulder and a clothing bag in one hand.

"Hi, Y/n-chan!" He greeted you, sitting down. "Studying?"

You nodded, setting your book down. "Yeah. Care to join me?"

Takehiko just laughed. "I wish I could, but I have to go get ready for tonight's banquet," he said.

"Banquet?" you asked, furrowing your brow. "I didn't hear about a banquet."

He smirked mischievously. "You didn't hear? To celebrate Seto Kaiba's arrival, the university staff is holding a banquet. We're all-" he muttered a few Japanese words under his breath to try and find the right English word, "-ah, required to attend." He set the clothing bag he was carrying on the table. "My sister Aoi sent me this- your size, I think." He stood up and turned on his heel before you could protest. "See you there!"

Once he was gone, you gingerly picked up the bag, unzipped it- and nearly threw up. "Oh no."

Back at the dorm, you found your roommate, Jade, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a simple pink dress in her hand. "Hey," she greeted. "Here to help me get ready for the banquet slash dance?"

This day keeps on getting better and better, you thought to yourself. "Takehiko said nothing about a dance."

"So he brought you that? Let me see," Jade exclaimed, snatching the bag out of your hands. "Oh, Y/n, that'll look so great on you!" she squealed, taking the deep midnight blue dress out and laying it carefully on your bed. "As far as I know, no one else is wearing blue."

You smirked, knowing that Takehiko would have known such a fact to make you stand out. "It's not like I have a choice, though. I didn't bring any other dresses with me."

Jade laughed, and with that sound, you knew she was going to show no mercy with helping you get ready.

And you were right.

An hour later, you stood in front of the full-length mirror. Jade had somehow tugged your hair into perfect curls that framed your face, along with pinning back your bangs. The skin-tight, knee-length sleeveless dress also worked well with the matching heels that Takehiko had dropped with Jade before giving you the garment.