Y/N = Your Name 

* 2nd Person's P.O.V

At the front entrance of the Night school, you got out of the limousine. The first thing you heard was the screaming of thousands of women, you quickly covered your ears. You noticed many of the women held up signs that had similar phrases like ' Marry me Reiji' or ' I heart you Ayato'. There was a fangirl that had a t-shirt with Laito's face on it. She screamed " Oh my god, It's the Sakamaki brothers." Another fangirl had a hairstyle that looked just like Kanato's hair, she waved her hands at Kanato " We love you, Kanato-san." The third fangirl held her arms out while crying " Shu-san, let me have your babies." Reiji spoke before walking away " Come on, Y/N. Let's get to class." You tried your best to walk past the fangirls. You were walking five feet apart from your stepbrothers.  You noticed a group of girls who were way different from the other fangirls. Their faces were covered with a dark shadow, but you could see their eyes were darted right at you. They were like a pack of angry coyotes ready to strike. You saw them mumbling at each other and laughing. You were being to feel frighten, you felt something tripping your leg. You fell to the ground face first. You heard many fangirls laughing at your demise. You overheard one of them saying " Look at her, She's so clumsy." Another spokes " She's such a tramp. No wonder she's friends with that blond airheaded chick." You lifted your head up; your eyes were watering from the insults. You heard footsteps approaching you. You saw someone holding their hand out for you.

 You looked up to see Ayato kneeing down, holding his hand out for you. You were quite shocked by his actions since he acted like a jerk to you earlier. Ayato began to be impatient, he said " Oi! I'm not going to be kneeing forever. Are you going to take my hand or not?!" You grabbed Ayato's hand " Sorry about that." Ayato pulls you up to your feet with caused the group of crazy fangirls to gasp surprisingly. Ayato drags you away, you began to hear gossip stir within the group of obsessive fans. You heard one mumbled to her friends " Why is Ayato helping her?" The second fan growled " She better not be trying to steal my senpai." The gossips began to make you feel anxious and upset. You began to feel your head aching. You shut your eyes as you remember something.  

* Flash back

It was twelve years ago; you were walking out of school. You felt something hit you on the back of your head. You turned around to see two little girls laughing at you. You noticed they were each holding a pinecone in their hand. One of the little girls spoke " Well, well, if it isn't my favorite crybaby." You sighed " Very funny, girls. Why don't you leave me alone?" The other little girl said, " No way, you were hanging out with my crush yesterday." You scoffed " Well it's not my fault. If he liked you, he wouldn't be calling you ugly behind your back." The other little girl growled and threw the pinecone at your face. You fell on your bottom as the mean girls laughed at you. Suddenly, a voice yelled " Hey! What are you doing with my stepsister?" The two little girls ran away in fear. You cried; you heard footsteps approaching. You saw someone holding their hand out for you. You looked up to see Ayato kneeing down, holding his hand out for you. You gasped " Ayato-Kun?"  You grabbed Ayato's hand, and he pulls you to your feet. Ayato scoffed " I don't know why those girls always pick on you."  You sniffed as your tears fell down your cheeks, Ayato wiped your tears with his hand " Hey, come on. Stop crying, Ore-sama is here." You blushed from his touch. Ayato grabs you by the hand, he said "Come on, let's go home." You nodded and walked away with Ayato.

* End of Flash back 

Ayato shook your shoulder " Hey, are you listening to me?" You blink your eyes; you held your head " Sorry, I must have been daydreaming." You thought to yourself ' Did that really happened? Was that a memory?' Ayato clicked his tongue in annoyance " Whatever. Let's just get to class." You and Ayato walked into the entrance of the school.