Jerk (Tsundere!Len Kagamine x Reader) PART 3Hey guys~! It's me, Frenchfrieswithtoast! Thank you all so much for the kind comments! Anyway, as promised, here's chapter 3!
"Hey, where are my drama books? I can't find them....." Teto whines, vigorously digging through her locker. You pull out your orange drama exercise book, narrowly avoiding the Maths text book that came tumbling right after it.
"Teto, I think your drama book's in your bag," you point out, gesturing to her red backpack, whose zip was right open, showing the flash of orange.
"Ah, thank you, (name)~" Teto chirps, slamming her locker shut.
You sweat-drop sheepishly at her absent-minded nature, but the bell rings and it causes the both of you to mentally and physically freak out.
"OH MY FRENCH LOAF, WE'RE LATE!!!!" Teto screeches, dashing down the corridor at full speed as if Ted was chasing her down the corridor angrily for eating his bread.
"A-ah, Teto, you forgot your pencil case...." you call out, but the redhead is already
Talented: Len Kagamine x Reader - part 8You dressed in your school uniform and went off on your usual route to school, privately dreaming out about the concert.
"Good luck at the concert today ____!" A few girls said when you got on the bus to school. You even heard a wolf whistle from a guy in the back, whom you ignored.
You put in your earbuds, in no mood to talk. You listened to Len's version of Definition of Love. You absolutely loved how he sounded. You were happy that you were being given the whole afternoon to practice and set up with the help of the student council and leadership students. You were going to need all the rehearsal you could get.
"____!" Rin called, running towards you.
"Hey," you said in a small voice.
"Ready? You're gonna kill it!" She said energetically.
The A Class: Len Kagamine x Reader part 7"Can you turn to the left a bit?"
It was the day of the talent show. Lily had offered to help you with your make up and hair. You were thankful for her help. With your nerves, you were likely to jab yourself in the eye with your eyeliner, or apply too much pressure on your eye brow pencil, giving yourself overly dark eyebrows.
"Thanks Lily," you said as she put on a few touch ups to your eye shadow.
"It's nothing," she said, tsundere as usual.
"It help a lot," you said sincerely.
"That should do it," she said. You turned to face the mirror. Your make up was beautiful. Your lips were a stunning red. Light pink blush adorned your cheeks. Mascara made your eyelashes look particularly long. A hint of deep drown eyeliner lined your eyelid. Your eye shadow was simple - a brown smokey eye, that looked much more natural than its black counterpart. Yo
The A Class: Len Kagamine x Reader part 2 You hurriedly ripped open the envelope.
Dear ____ ____,
It is our great pleasure to tell you that you have been accepted into Hartford Academy for the Preforming Arts. Term starts on September 1st. A list of school supplies and waivers for this year is enclosed in the envelope along with your schedule.
Yes! You gave a great whoop at the letter.
"What's going on ____?" Your mom asked from the kitchen.
"I got in!" You cheered.
"Good job honey!" She said, running over to give you a large hug.
This meant so much. You would be going to the same school as the Vocaloids. You could even be in their classes! You were so happy that words failed you. This could be your big break.
You opened up your schedule and examined your classes.
The A Class: Len Kagamine x Reader part 1 Singing. That was your secret love and passion. Every spare moment you had you would practice singing in your room. It wasn't just ordinary songs you sung. You wrote your own songs, and composed the melody on your acoustic guitar. As embarrassed you were to say it, you wanted to be a singer when you grew up. The only thing was that you wanted to go to a preforming arts school, that was famous for educating famous and successful singers. It also had a school idol group called Vocaloid. When you wrote songs, you always listened to the Vocaloid's songs for inspiration. It would have been amazing to go to such a school, but you had to take an entrance exam, but not just any test. You had to sing, dance, or preform a monologue. For you, it was obvious that you would sing, but you were nervous that you weren't good enough. What if you messed up? What if you were off key? These questions bombarded you, but there was still one underlying problem: you had to tell you