RachelDeviating

"You seem to come here a lot, and not choose a host." The sound of Kyoya Ootori's voice made your (e/c) eyes lift from your book. "I happen to come here because it's reasonably quiet, even with all the girls in here." You replied. It was true, you have never requested a host before, even though you've been staying in this room for the past week. You kept to yourself, either reading, or doing your homework. However, there was one reason you came here. The Hitachiin twins. It seemed you were too shy to approach them, and got extremely jealous when they were with other girls. Was that selfish? Probably. But you just couldn't help yourself. There

“Arrgh!”. With a blast I hurled my staff around me and hit Masrurs lower arm. He was so fast and accurate like a predator as he led the staff aside, grabbed the brittle wood and tossed me over him. I mustered my strength one last time, stuck to my staff in the air and sent a kick to his face. With unbelievable speed he catapulted himself away from me and my kick went to nothing. “Dam----!!”. Unstable I flailed about in mid-air and I wasn’t able to adjust myself as Masrur appeared behind me and looped his arms around my arms and neck. I couldn’t make a single move. “Your movements are too vague…

A soft, shaky sigh left your plump pink lips as your (e/c) orbs cast down upon your plump, exposed thighs. You were a transfer student from (country of origin), the new face of Saotome Academy[a/n:Gakuen could be used as well.], but you were also..meatier than the other "beautiful", skinny females of the academy. Your (h/l) (h/c) locks grouped around the front of your face, casting a soft shadow above your enticing, (e/c) orbs.as your nervously twiddle your thumbs at the front of Class A. Your idol teacher hasn't made it to the classroom just yet, causing you the stress of standing up in front of millions of eyes, or so you thought it was mil

     “Kyoya, that girl you’ve been tutoring.. do you like her?” Tamaki asked. Today Tamaki had returned to the Ootori household with Kyoya in order to study. Kyoya didn’t mind this; Tamaki usually comes over at random times to study or just to visit and bother him. Even with such an annoying friend, Kyoya couldn’t imagine having not met the blonde, part French boy with such a flamboyant personality. Kyoya twitched, Tamaki knew that he liked silence when studying and this question made him lose his place in the textbook. Slowly Kyoya looked up at the blonde with a raised eyebrow. Tamaki fidgeted in his seat with a