---Impervious facade--- character profile ( ohtori kyoya love story)

" Koori-san!", the teacher shouted. Yawning, I lifted my head off my desk and cradled it in my hand.

"Hai?, I sleepily answered.

"you failed again!! please answer your test when we have a quiz! on all of my exams, you didn't answer even a simple question! same as for seatworks, assignments...", the teacher ranted on. Honestly, I didn't care. This school would let me graduate anyway because of my family connections. I just stared blankly into space, not even noticing what she was saying until...

" If you don't get your act together, I'll ask one of your classmates to tutor you!", she finished, finally out of breath. My eyes grew wide. The pencil I was playing with clattered into my desk.

"n-nani?"

" oh,, hmm.. any volunteers, class?", the teacher asked. I shut my eyes, hoping nobody would raise their hand, on the other hand, I silently mused, nobody would really dare to raise their hand, I had no enemies or friends anyway. I am really very unsociable. In addition, I was not exactly an attractive person. well, I really am, but nobody knows that. My real appearance was unknown by everyone in this school... with the possible exception of one person.. but that was just a hunch anyway.. that couldn't be possible.

"Ootori Kyoya-san?",the surprised voice of the teacher jolting me to reality.

"I'm volunteering.", I stifled a gasp as I turned to look at my seatmate. Why him, of all people, would volunteer?! he had no reason to. oh, wait, scratch that. He had a reason. I was filthy rich, and has a lot of government and underground and yakuza connections. He thinks he can use me. Yes, I know what's behind that mask of his. I know, because I was pretty good at deception myself. But, o boy, this is troublesome. I hate attention, and this guy is practically drowning with attention from his gazillion fangirls. I gulped, feeling the evil glares of the girls around me. I sighed. So much for not liking attention.