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"An angel!"

Fem! Writer! (Y/N) x Lovesick! Kazuichi

(Y/N) is the ultimate writer!

Modern AU? No killing game!

(Y/N) is from a different country!

I am not a car expert so do not trust everything written in this story!

The eerie silence that filled the room didn’t help ease my nerves at all. The classroom was loud and buzzing before the cinnamon-haired teacher stepped into the room and announced that there was going to be a new student. Then it all fell way too silent for my liking.

The teacher popped her head out into the hallway and spoke, “come on in.”

I swallowed up my nerves and slowly walked into the classroom. I couldn’t help but think back to the latest years that's lead me here: Sixth grade was a blur, seventh grade was about moving and worrying about the future, and eighth grade was worrying about change and how successful I’d be in life. Then the previous grades from 9-11th felt like a fever dream, like they weren’t real. I felt unseen, unheard, invisible. Despite always being surrounded by people always talking to me in those years, it still felt unreal

But that’s the past. Grade twelve can’t be all that bad after all, I’m an Ultimate. I should fit in with these people; I belong here. I thought. I had to transfer high schools to come here to the top school in Japan—Hope's Peak Academy. I already said bye to my friends, and I'm in close touch with them all since I have their numbers and I don't plan on easily disappearing.

I stepped in and gave a quick scan of the room, seeing vibrant hues of white, yellow, brown, even pink and green.

Is that normal for a high school class? Oh, it could be hair dye? Hope's Peak must be laid-back on the dress code, I guess individual creativity is important here...

“Everyone, meet (Y/N) (L/N). She’s the Ultimate Writer. Really interesting if I do say so myself, I mean, a foreign author living here in Japan and being able to interpret individual lifestyles so perfectly crafted all together and—ah, I'm fangirling huh?” the teacher gushed, placing her hands to her cheeks and swaying side to side.

I felt heat set into my face as I averted my gaze to the ground. In a way, I was ashamed and embarrassed of my writing. I never thought I deserved the medals or certificates for my books—I wasn’t that good. But I must be good in others eyes if I was awarded the title "Super High School Level Ultimate Writer.”

I heard a gasp and I felt panic set into me.

Are they judging me? Am I not good enough? Am I gonna have to hide away this year? Oh god. All the possibilities that swarmed my head starting making me feel nauseous. Despite all the creative scenarios filling my head I didn’t except the response I was dreading of.

“An angel!"

...What?

Confusion and shock set into me before I processed the words. When I did process the words, I felt my face exploded into fire. Everyone shared a moment of silence, thinking of what to say before the silence was interrupted by…a child?

“Huh? I was expecting something awesome like an Ultimate Fortune Teller or an Ultimate Superhero! Not this…this…” the girl stringed out words before trying to think of what to say. “STUPID DUMMY!” she shouted.

“T-that’s all you had?” I stuttered, slightly impressed by the level of immaturity and confidence destroyed in just three words.

Talk about anticlimactic… Out of all the insults in the book, she chose that?

“W-what? Have a problem with it, dummy?” She blurted out.

I couldn’t help but think who this girl was. I don’t remember seeing this girl on the Ultimates website.

“...Who even are you?” I spoke in a monochrome voice.

Another silence fell in the room before snickering could be heard.

“Well, this is something.” A boy with a baby-face spoke.

I looked at his face and remembered who it was, the Ultimate Yakuza! Kuzuryu Fuhiyko. He’s a dangerous man that’s the boss of his family’s mafia group. The Kuzuryu yakuza is not a group of people you should mess with, especially with the boss whose right in front of me!

“Shut up, baby face! I was just so shocked at how lame this girl was!” the child shouted.

“I-If I may speak, I don’t think she’s bad...” A girl with long purple hair and chopped bangs budded in. "I mean, she's not... what's the word... rowdy? O-or troublesome, I suppose...? B-but what do I know? I-I'm just a big, stupid, idiot and I'm sorry!"

That’s Mikan, the Ultimate Nurse.

"At least you know your place." The child huffed.

With how she's talking about herself, I think she needs to see the Ultimate Therapist. Do we have one here? I thought to myself, mentally deadpanning as I kept a straight face.

“An angel! You’re even more beautiful than Sonia!” the boy from earlier spoke up again.

He has pink hair and a black beanie, pink eyes and sharp teeth. He walked closer to me with literal hearts in his eyes as he clasped his hands together. I couldn’t help but feel flustered and bashful at how much of an effect I have on him.

“He didn’t say Ms. Sonia! Holy crap, he’s got it bad!” Fuhiyoko exclaimed.

“…I don’t see much.” A sleepy girl said.

That’s Chiaki, the Ultimate Gamer. She looks so tired and out of it, I couldn’t help but think of how that would look like me if I wasn’t so worried about school. Last night I didn’t get any sleep at all because I was worrying about school.

“Guhguhguhguh-” The pink haired boy broke down, fizzing at the mouth before looking at Chiaki and pointing a finger at me. “This is (Y/N) (L/N)! She’s the Ultimate Writer! An amazing imagination! Decided to her work! Despite having many books being written, each work of hers is so mind-blowing and uniquely paced with meaning and foreshadowing in every word, no, space!" he shouted. "She published her first novel at just 12 years old, with it being a huge hit with movie adaptions and even more movies!” Pinkie shouted at Hiyoko.

Kazuichi Souda, that was his name. He’s the Ultimate Mechanic, something I find fascinating. I’m a fan of cars, though I don't know too much, it's interesting to learn about. I learned a little, but being in front of a pro such as him, I could learn so much more! I felt honored and giddy to have him defending me like this.

“I’m a huge fan of your books! Especially the one with the robots and cars!” he commented, gushing with red dusted on his face.

H-he read that book?! That wasn't even a book! It was a tiny snippet in one of my short story books! That thing was 400 words maximum! How could he like that one out of all my works? I guess they weren't lying about how he's a huge car-geek! I thought to myself, but smiled politely.

“You’re amazing, and you’re even prettier in person than on the TV! You’re so creative and intelligent and grounded and—“ he would've said more but he was cut off by a brunette male.

“Okay, Kazuichi, I think we all understand. (Y/N) truly is remarkable, but class was supposed to start ten minutes ago.” A plain brunette said, Hajime Hinata.

His Ultimate is unknown on the website but it’s fascinating to see such a plain and boring person in such an amazing school such as this. I even heard a rumor online that he's a Reserve Course Student, buying his way into the class.

”Thank you, Hajime. Now, let’s start today's lesson.” The teacher smiled.

.

Time skip a few months later.

“Damn it!” I exclaimed as my car started to slow down on the highway.

I turned the wheel towards the right side of the highway and got off the road so I can get out of the traffic. I turned off my keys and stepped out of the vehicle, walking around the car to see if I had a flat tire; I doubted it but I wanted to double-checked. After finding nothing, I walked to the front of the car and popped open it’s hood. I was hit with a wave of grey smoke and I groaned in annoyance.

Did my engine fail on me? Did a overdue spark-plug bust? Did pack-rats bite the wires? Did the battery die? Was I due for an oil change?

I walked over and opened my door, hopping into the driver’s seat as I tried to start the engine.

It won’t budge. So the engine did fail on me... the question is why?

I sighed as I pulled out my phone and dialed a car-pro. The phone picked up immediately. I didn’t even have to hear it ring twice.

“Ms. (Y/N)! What a surprise to have you calling me!”

I playfully rolled my eyes, not like he could see before I spoke, “I told you to just call me (Y/N). But hey, Soda. I’m sorry to call you for this, but you’re the only one I can rely on.”

I could just see the shiny eyes and smile being blessed upon me as he heard those words.

“ME?! ONLY ME?! YES, YES WHAT IS IT?!” he shouted excitedly, so excited I started feeling bad for asking him to do this for me.

“I broke down on the side of the highway, the one near Kanji? Few miles down from that one gas station? I need your help. I think it’s something with the engine? If you can just bring me your car and jump-start I can jump-start the car at least until I get to an auto-shop or something. My car won't stop after it started to slow down on the highway.” I nervously chuckled, “Sorry. Not exactly the date you were expecting?” I then sighed. “Sorry for being such a pain in the ass.”

”Oh no! You’re not a pain at all. I’ll gladly do anything for you.” He chirped.

I know, that’s half of the reason why I called you. It'd also be nice to see him outside of school too.

“Thank you, Soda. I’ll send you my location.” I hung up and sent him my location by text.

I didn't even have to wait ten minutes in the car as he already sped down here.

“Try-hard much?” I teased as I leaned on my car.

He flashed me a nervous smile, broadcasting his sharp, sharp teeth that I’ve grown to love. Just how fascinating is his genetics? Pink hair, pink eyes, and shark teeth? Those are such strong genetics. I was surprised that a human could naturally be birthed with those types of traits (the reader is unaware of why he actually looks like that, but we'll keep it a secret).

“I didn’t want you waiting long.” He commented bashfully.

“Well. I sure didn’t wait long at all. Thanks.” His eyes lit up as his face went red. “Pssh! You don’t gotta thank me… please thank me again.” He whispered the last part to himself. I smiled and decided I’d entertain him, after all, he did come out here for me.

”Thank you, Kazuichi.” I chirped.

“AH HA HA! YOU SAID MY NAME! MY FIRST NAME!” he squealed out like a school girl.

It was like the first time I gave him the nickname “Soda” since his last name was “Souda” and pronounced just like the word “soda”. I giggled as he took deep breaths and calmed, he stopped yelling but the blush on his face was still evident.

“Okay! Okay!” he said talking to himself, as if he was giving himself a pep-talk. “Can you show me your engine?” he requested.

It wasn't like he couldn't just walk over and look at the engine since I popped the hood, but I decided to show him the way just in case.

Kazuichi leaned over and stared at the engine, fumbling around with it. I felt nervous that he would get hurt before realizing he’s the car-expert and he knows more than me.

”Yep, definitely something wrong with the engine. I would tow it but I didn't bring my tow truck. You know how to jump-start a car?” Kazuichi questioned.

I shot him a playfully glare before responding. “Of course I do! What do you take me for?” I asked.

It's something every car owner should at least know for their own safety.

“W-wait no! I didn’t mean to offend you! I was just curious and—“ I cut him off by placing my finger on his mouth, effectively hushing him up as his face exploded red.

“I was kidding, Kazy. Now hand me those spark-plugs you got.” I smiled.

He nodded quickly and ran to his car, almost throwing the sparks at me in a hurry to run off and scream. I smiled as I walked over to his car and popped open his hood.

I took the red spark plugs and hooked one red clamp to the positive terminal before walking over to my car's engine and doing the same thing. I walked back over to Kazuichi’s car and clamped the black clamp on the negative terminal. I then walked to my car (overhearing Kazuichi mumbling to himself about me being smart and how good I’m doing, which gave me a massive ego boost) and I clamped the black clamp to the frame of my car, not the other negative terminal, since it could potentially cause a spark.

“Kazuichi, can you give me your keys?” I asked to which he quickly responded and ran over to me.

“Here, angel!” he gushed.

I smiled and grabbed his keys, opening his car door and plugging in the car keys into the engine. I started his car and waited for my car to charge up. Kazuichi leaned on the cars door, staring down at me. It was like where the love interest places there hand over the protagonist in the high school movies, caging them in. I felt my heart race as my face started to flush red and I adverted my gaze.

“Now look whose getting flustered.” He teased

Not my fault when you show up in your mechanic pants and white tank top, then start flexing your muscles at me. I thought.

“I’ll admit, the views nice.” I teased back.

Kazuichi smiled like a love-sick idiot and I felt my face heat up again.

“Thank you Ms—“

“Don’t finish that. Just call me, (Y/N), remember? You make me sound old.” I chuckled.

“Would you prefer Mrs. Souda?” he exclaimed, a sparkling shine in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. It makes me sound even older, but I'll play along.

“Doesn’t sound bad. Has a nice ring to it.” I smiled.

His smile grew and before he could try and get down on one knee and propose, I gently pushed him away from the door so I could get out of the car.

He looked at me confused as I shrugged it off and walked to my own vehicle. I started the engine and smiled once I heard the motor power on.

“Great! It works! Thanks, Kazu!” I commented turning around at his dazed and bashful face.

“I thought we were having a moment!” he whined.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. His little tantrum quickly drying up as he inflated up again and spoke.

“I can fix up your engine at my shop. It’s not far from here, that’s how I got here so fast.” He pointed out.

I nodded and walked towards him.

“A-and after, we can get food or something? But only if you wanna! Consent is important! My mother taught me that and—“

I shut him up with a peck on the lips, quickly pulling back before he could even have the chance to kiss back.

”Sounds great. I’ll tail behind you. Lead the way, Kazu.” I teased with a wink as he erupted in a scream before quickly running to his car yelling out an “(Y/N) KISSED ME!”

I chuckled and hopped into my car.

Soda’s such a cutie, but he's my cutie.

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