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

Ten

"There you are!"

You looked up from your Japanese textbook, taking a break to acknowledge Jade. "Hey, Jade. What's up?"

Jade grabbed your arm excitedly. "Our exchange students are here!" she said. "Mine is this kawaii girl named Aimi Hirata. Yours- oh boy, you're gonna love yours." She stepped back to allow a young man to step forward.

All at once, your insecurities rushed forward as you found yourself staring at the hottest guy you'd probably ever met in your life. Chiseled features, deep brown eyes framed by bright green glasses, and messy black hair all complemented his youthful appearance. He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.

"It's a- a- yosa, kofuku, ah, yorokobi, pleasure!" he stuttered, tripping over his English a little bit. "Watashinonamaeha Sakurai Takehikodesu."

You chuckled, recognizing the phrase for "my name is." You introduced yourself in Japanese as well, shaking his hand. "Your English is coming along well," you praised him.

Takehiko blushed, averting his gaze. "You are very... ah, kireina, sutekina, ah, exquisite!"

You laughed softly, patting the seat next to you. "Here's an American term for you- hot. Sometimes, if we find someone attractive, we call them hot."

He smiled, sitting down and setting his head on the desk. "Mother used that once, when teaching English. Called Father... hot."

"Do you think he's hot?" Takehiko asked, dipping his bare toes into the hotel pool. His glasses were wet, making his eyes seem bigger.

"Who?" you asked, though you knew the answer.

"Seto Kaiba," he replied, staring across the pool at Joey and Jade, who kept splashing each other.

You shrugged. "I'm supposed to be marrying him, so, I guess."

Takehiko nodded slowly, running his hand over the water. "I guess," he repeated, reaching over to brush his fingers against yours. "I wish I'd known, back when I got to your school. Maybe then I wouldn't have... flirted so much."

He stood up and went to one of the tables, when your phone was set. Rejoining you, he held out the device, unlocking it and opening the photos app. "Look at all these pictures," he whispered. "I feel like I was missing out."

He wasn't the only one. You couldn't help but wonder what your life would have been like if you'd let yourself fall for Takehiko...

Without warning, the phone began to buzz in his hand. You grabbed it quickly and answered the call. "Hey ho, Mokuba," you said, grinning.

"Heya!" Mokuba replied, sounding highly American for once. "I'll be at the hotel in fifteen minutes."

"See you then." You ended the call quickly.

Without missing a beat, Takehiko asked, "Was that Mokuba?"

"Yeah. We're catching lunch before I have to go with Seto to get some paperwork."

Takehiko nodded. "I'll see you sometime this evening?" It was a question. Not a statement.

"I'll try and make it back," you promised, standing up and going to the table. You picked up your shirt, shorts and baseball cap, sliding them on along with your sandals. "Do I look like myself?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Good. This is to avoid having reporters breathing down my neck," you responded. "See you guys!"