Spy *an Kyouya Ootori oneshot*
The afternoon sun peaked through the windows indicating that club time was about to begin. Kyouya logged off his laptop before glancing around the classroom. His homeroom teacher was at his desk, reading a book, completely ignoring the students as they goof around. Kyouya turn his attention to you. He rolled his eyes; you were being your obnoxious self again. You always laughed at everyone's witty comments and love making your own. No matter how absurd they were. You claim that you didn't like to be the center of attention but this scene proved otherwise. You always caught the boys' attention. Some girls would follow along with you but there were always a boy around you nevertheless.
"Oi! You guys take a 15 minute break, I got to get some stuff," the teacher calls out as he walked out the door, still never glancing at the students.
"15 minute break? Then what the hell were we doing now?" You scoff at your teacher's idiocy. You often wondered how he was hired to work in this academy. "Wake me up in 15 minutes," you stated to no one in particular before you slam your head on the desk, passed out cold.
That's where the rumors began. You would always fall asleep during homeroom. You would often state how many hours you are going without sleep but nobody really believed you. Though, the dark circles under your eyes always stood out the most to Kyouya. Two boys made up stories on what you do at night that would make you so sleepy during the day. Today, the story happens to be an undercover spy one.
"Well it would explain why she has all those cool moves! And she's not even in Judo Club! How could she have moves like that without taking any special training?" One boy agreed with the others. They began talking about missions and fighter planes and whatnot.
Suddenly, a spy movie scene was playing in Kyouya's mind.
You were on the roof of the academy in a sleek outfit as the wind blew your hair around. An old bomber plane from the World War II, wiz by as you jumped into an old army helicopter. Your face held that smirk you always carry to throw people off as you winked at Kyouya. In the background, the academy abruptly burst into flames as you flew out of sight.
Kyouya shook his head, he knew shouldn't have waste his time watching those old movies. There are more important matters to attend to.
The teacher walked in carrying notes, this quickly caught Kyouya's attention. He placed a few on his desk before handing some out to students. One of those students was you. Of course you were one. You always got one around the end of the week and won't show up until the next week. None of the teachers downgraded you for that, as requested from the headmaster. Each time you left, suspicion grew in Kyouya's stomach.
As if on cue, you groaned from your seat and gathered your stuff. You began skipping towards the door before looking back at your classmates and flipping them the peace sign, "See y'all next Monday!"
"An undercover spy?" Kyouya whispered, the sunlight reflecting off his glasses, "Maybe."