Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Kantei ❯ Negging ( Chapter 5 )

It’s such a drag being taunted by these high school bitches just because they’re jealous I get to spend every afternoon with Hayama Hayato on the soccer team. It’s work, you know! I mean, sure, I get to see him burst into speed, kicking a ball or sprinting to intercept, and when he comes off the field I can follow in the wake of his sweat, just soaking in all that male essence. Ooh! Its so good! So yeah, the jealous bitches are jealous.

Not that I care one whit about Hayama, not when Hachiman is so near me. He’s in a different body, but I know my Lloid anywhere. His soul calls out to mine. Some girls struggle with admitting to being Yandere. I embrace it. In a previous life I was known as Fiona in public, or Nightfall when I was on the job with the Agency. In that other life, I let him play his role, cementing his cover by having a child with that Yor woman. Okay, she turned out to be an assassin with the Outfit, and a top ranked one. That entire ship’s deck was splattered with blood from over ten top assassins, and she was the only one who survived that fight. I admit I was impressed. So I let her have the win, and the child that by all rights should have been mine. My devotion to Lloid has literally transcended life and death, because I’ve found him here, conveniently close in both age and in the same school. Like we were meant to be together. Like the gods were offering this apology for keeping us apart last time.

After all the excuses he used on me in Berlin, of course I neg him. Negging is a classic tsundere move. He has to know I’m interested in him by now, right?

I considered my options for getting closer to my Lloid, and wondered about plausible backstory to guarantee some time together, just the two of us away from the sound and noise of these idle Japanese kids, somewhere dusty, out of sight, where we were the only two people.

The bitches are working together. I have a suspicion, and verified it easily. I’ll let this grow. I can be patient.

My papa in this life is, ironically, a former spy. A junior after my time, French, cold war, experience here in Japan after some heavy missions in Algeria, Senegal, Spain, and Austria. Japan is Easy Mode for spies. My stepmother visits every month. They are too old for children together, but find being together the sort of intoxication they both need. I make sure to give them space, finding places to be so they can be themselves without shame.

Pretending to like Hayama, pretending to be proud of being the manager of the soccer team. It is all pretending.