“Will you please shut up?”

He seemed to forget about the relationship he forced himself upon. With a piercing gaze Kyoya snapped at you, finding your constant pestering annoying before he hitched a breath at the sight of your stunned expression. Crap, he thought, he didn't mean to yell at you like that. He cursed quietly, dissatisfied with his temper, wondering how he let himself get fueled by his emotions and acted irrationally.

“I'm sorry,” The words left his mouth in a distasteful manner, not wanting to own up to his slip-up yet his drive for justice, and open-mindedness forced him to apologize. His gaze didn't falter one bit, taking it a bit too seriously as his jaw clenched in anticipation of how you were going to react—and that was just why he's faking a relationship with you—you're too hard to predict.

“Is there anything I could do to make it up to you, baby?”

Though the pet name came off as a little blunt—robotic if you may, he tried his best by mustering up the courage to even call you by a moniker he thought was a little weird to be socially accepted.

His teal eyes stared over at yours. Though his snowy hair was a little dishevelled, his facial structure looked dashing as his brows furrowed, making him come off as stern, even though that was his resting face. You've only been a couple for a few weeks, following the appearance of a new student named Nana. It was a little odd that though you've never interacted, he was kind to you—even offering assistance in the classroom before he finally confessed.

It seemed staged, a little too good to be true. Let that sink in; the know-it-all had taken a liking to you but you couldn't complain as his devotion and loyalty was unwavering, even if it felt unnatural, and fake. Though on contrary, he's only being your boyfriend for the greater good—driven to know your motives, and prove if you really are innocent, or a killer.