The moon hung high over Cross Academy, casting a cold, silvery glow over the silent grounds. For most Day Class students, the night meant sleep and peace—but for her, it was the beginning of duty, mystery, and danger.
As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, patrolling alongside Zero Kiryu meant enforcing the fragile balance between the human Day Class and the enigmatic, dangerous Night Class vampires. Despite the familiar routine, tonight’s patrol was anything but ordinary.
The memory of the crimson rose left outside her dorm room lingered. Its petals had been soaked in vivid red, accompanied by a chilling message scrawled on a slip of paper: “You belong to the night.”
She hadn’t yet told Zero. His temper was as sharp as his aim, and mentioning mysterious notes and roses left by unseen admirers wasn’t likely to go over well.
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“Eyes forward,” Zero snapped, breaking through her thoughts. His silver gaze swept the path ahead, his hand never far from the gun at his hip. “Stay alert. The Night Class isn’t playing games.”
“I know that,” she shot back, annoyed by his perpetual grimness.
Silence stretched between them as they moved toward the Moon Dormitory, where the Night Class waited in orderly silence. At their center stood Kaname Kuran, elegant and commanding as ever. His crimson gaze locked onto hers, unreadable yet heavy with meaning.
Her breath hitched, but she refused to look away. Beside her, Zero tensed visibly, fingers twitching near the grip of his gun.
“Kuran,” Zero greeted coldly. “Move along.”
Kaname’s smile was faint but laced with amusement. “Always so protective, Kiryu. You should relax—trust that she can handle herself.”
Zero bristled, stepping forward. “Stay out of her business.”
Kaname ignored him, his attention still fixed on her. “Be careful tonight,” he warned, voice low and smooth. “Not everything in the dark is as it seems.”
Her pulse quickened, the rose’s message flashing in her mind. Yet she forced her voice steady. “We can handle it, Kaname.”
His gaze lingered a moment longer before he signaled the Night Class students to proceed into the building.
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The patrol concluded without incident, but tension hung heavy as she returned to her dorm. The rose lay untouched on her desk, its vivid petals stark against the pale wood. The folded note lay beneath it, silent yet imposing.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
She opened it to find Zero, his expression dark and unreadable as he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.
“We need to talk,” he said flatly.
Her brow furrowed. “About Kaname again?”
His lips pressed into a thin line. “Not just him. You—”
His words cut off abruptly when his gaze landed on the desk. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stalked toward it, picking up the rose and note. “What the hell is this?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “It’s nothing—just a prank or something.”
Zero’s grip tightened on the rose, his knuckles white. “This isn’t just a prank. Who gave it to you?” His voice was low but furious. “Was it Kaname?”
“I don’t know!” she snapped. “I found it outside my door.”
His eyes blazed. “You should’ve told me about this.”
“Why? So you could overreact like this?”
Zero’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game. Whoever left this note is trying to get inside your head—and I won’t let that happen.”
She crossed her arms, frustration mounting. “I can handle myself, Zero.”
“Can you?” he shot back, stepping closer. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re caught in something dangerous, and you don’t even realize it.”
Their breaths mingled in the charged air, but the intensity in Zero’s gaze never wavered. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he vowed softly, his voice filled with raw determination.
But even as he spoke of protection, her thoughts strayed to Kaname’s warning—and the unsettling promise hidden within the rose’s message.
a/n: replacing y/n with yan/yannchan; I think it’s a cute alternative ~ please love kuran with me with this idea I’ve had in mind to write since day ONE♡
I was told reader has the same energy as Maxine from X(2022) … do with that as you will lol
Blinking a few times to properly adjust the contact lenses you’d just put in, you watched the blurry vision of yourself in the mirror slowly turn into a clear image. Beautifully dolled up with lash extensions and not a strand of hair out of place. You’d had to admit, you looked immaculate.
Adjusting the last final touches of your lip liner and the thin straps of your outfit, you gave the duel image of yourself a wink and a mocking kiss before skipping toward the exit of the dressing room.
It was difficult to recall exactly how long you’d been working under the Yotsurugi, but due to your late father leaving behind such a massive debt, it fell to you to pay off the rest.
It wasn’t as heartbreaking as it sounded; adulthood wasn’t exactly as glamorous as you had imagined it would be, after graduating school. Finding work was hard— hard enough that even your own father with an already established career had to even lean upon the Yotsurugi family for financial support to help get by.
When he’d finally kicked the bucket, an accident that was surely his fault anyway, loan sharks from Ikebukuro became adamant on receiving their fair compensation. Obviously having nothing else to give them, you meekly offered to pay the debt off fairly, with good-old-fashion labor.
Luckily, the boss of the Yotsurugi’s Ikebukuro branch had been lurking behind, in case there had been any fall out. Having taken a good long look at you, he agreed to your offer with a weak wave to follow them.
It became clear you weren’t the only one who had been caught in this type of situation. While it was obvious the Yotsurugi were a big deal in the crime syndicate, they were evidently merciful. You heard from a few other girls working along side you that Kongo Yotsurugi had advocating for fair debt repayment with no interest. You were lucky it was them, and not some other shady loan-sharks who would kill you to settle the score.
And just as mercifully, you’d been offered a few different occupational options on how you could work yourself to freedom; dishwashing, waitressing, stage cleaner… but nothing payed quite as good as stripping.
It was your own choice to take the job. And even though you knew in the back of your mind it wasn’t really your choice, you were happy.
There was a joy; a rush of excitement and endorphins that made you absolutely shine on stage. The roaring cheers, the glittering lights and dancing rain of money every night truly made you feel alive.
You weren’t sure how much longer it would take to pay off your debt, but you couldn’t help wishing it would never end.
Having lost yourself in the pleasure of dancing once again, your chest heaved with deep breaths, heart beating a million times per minute. You smiled so wide, giggling to yourself when finally meeting eyes with some of your regular visitors. They were so happy to see you. And the feeling made you soar.
Waving a cutesy goodbye and a final shake of your ass to the roaring crowd, you skipped back behind the stage and accepted the water handed to you by another girl.
“You were amazing again today yanchan ~”
“I know right, she’s like a fairy with the way she spins around the pole! I’m so jealous~” another girl squealed, hugging you tightly and spinning you around.
“Aww thanks babes! Good luck out there Aya!”
You kissed the girl on her cheek before sending her off.
Over the course of your stay, you had made many close friends with the girls you worked with. Some came and went, but you always got along well with them all, and all the new girls came to view you as a big sister of sorts.
No matter how you got into this line of work, or how disgusting others may call you and your friends, you were living a life where you were finally happy. You felt fulfilled in the work you did, the people you worked with, the bed you slept in, and the food you ate. You never wanted for anything more.
Life was actually good.
Robing yourself in a cute short skirt and a puffy jacket, you came out to the VIP floor to order a quick drink before your next dance.
“Leeeeo~ drink pleeasse!~” you sang upon your arrival. The bar keeper looked your way, your cute display earning you a side smirk and a chuckle. “Even’in Yan. Good show just now, looking as brilliant as ever.” He complimented before picking through the liquor in front of him to conquer up your favorite weekday drink.
“I’d say,” added in a chuckling older gentleman sitting just a few seats over from where you sat. “Haven’t gotten this worked up by a dance like that before.”
You smiled at his sideways compliment, and lifted your newly gifted glass to the man. “Im happy you enjoyed it sir~ I hope to see you for my next dance.” You winked, and began scooting off the stool. Before your feet met the ground, the man had successfully grabbed your hand to stop you.
“Don’t bother, I know what you’ve got girl. And I like it. I’ll be sure to compensate you for all the money you’ll lose out on by skipping your next stage show. Come dance for me in a private room, won’t ya?” He looked down at you with a suggestive gaze. It wasn’t like he was bad looking, older men had their charm, especially the ones who frequented this night club.
But you weren’t interested in private dances. The glory of the job was the high you got from being on stage, not the money you got from it.
You smiled politely, confidently snaking your hand to play with his fingers, before sliding them out of his grasp. “Thanks for the offer baby, but I’m booked~ throw me a band on stage and I might indulge you in a drink and conversation once I’m done, ‘kay?~”
The gentleman narrowed his eyes, and toed down the stool, grabbing onto your forearm this time. “Not interested in seeing the same thing over and over again. Only way you’re getting my money is in a private room, catch me girly?” He grew closer, despite your trying to pull away. “I got lots of it. Enough to buy you out, if you please me well. Promise.~” he slurred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Behind the bar, your bartender had already pressed the bouncer alert, acting cool. Clubs like these had rules—strict ones, after all.
You glared at the persistent man, loosing your gleeful attitude. “Not interested. I recommend taking that hand off me, ‘nless you wanna lose it, baby.” You spat sweetly back in his ear. The closeness sent shivers down his spine, but not with fear. He smirked at the excitement, thinking it was some kind of game. “I’ll take my chances.”
He tried pulling you with him, but before he has the chance to move a foot, a man with white hair and vibrant tattoos blocked the way. You immediately felt safe, heart pounding at the sight of your boss; Kuran Yotsurugi.
“Kuran!~” you sang happily, yanking yourself free from the older man, and hopped to hide behind your shirtless boss. “Sir didn’t wanna take no for an answer~” you pouted, but seemingly unphased, otherwise.
“And what was he asking?” He asked in monotone. “Wanted a ‘private dance’. Was giving me fuck-me eyes too… Made me feel grosss.” You answered, watching as the expression of the older man sink into fear.
“It wasn’t like that! She’s lying!” He groaned, trying to play it off as a misunderstanding. “Dancers these days are so full of themselv—-“ he began to ramble, before Kuran landed a solid right hook to the guest’s jaw. “Fact of the matter is you made one of my girls uncomfortable. That’s reason enough for me to kick you out.” Kuran squatted down to meet the man eye to eye.
“My girl said she said no, so the answer’s no. Simple. Understand?” He asked slowly, coming in close to make sure he was heard.
The man gulped, holding his face before nodding hurriedly. “I’ll be more careful in the future.” He accepted.
Kuran nodded back, and slapped the man on the back of the head before standing up. “You’re out. Don’t come back for a week. Make sure you learn your lesson, ‘n maybe then I’ll let you back in.”
Once all was said and gone, you giggled, clinging onto Karan’s arm. “Boss always comes to save the day~” you acknowledged, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder before he sighs. He patted your head roughly, and pushed you off with barely any force. “Just maintaining the order ‘round here. Would’a done it for any of the other girls too.” He huffed. You nodded, perching into a bar stool again.
“I know~ that’s what makes me love my boss sooo much after all. He’s always so considerate and protective of us~ A hero, a man among men!” You rambled in praise, making a few of the other girls who came upon witnessing the scuffle giggle. “We all appreciate your hard work in keeping this club a safe place for us to work.” You sealed your long winded praise, and finished off the drink you ordered just minutes ago.
The other girls began to fawn in a similar fashion, thanking Kuran for his ruthless display of protection.
He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at your rallied attention, and began walking away. “Shut up and get back to work.”
Despite his standoffish demeanor, you and everyone else knew just how good of a guy Kuran was, and aimed to please him however you could.
Your smile softened as you watched him walk off, yearning for the chance to truly express your gratitude, or the developing feelings of love you’d felt for him ever since he gave you this beautiful new life.
Blowing a kiss to him behind his back, you hopped off the stool, and skipped back behind stage to ready yourself for the final dance of the night.
summary ... just sum cuddling with kuran's fluffy tail<3
warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff, and established relationship
the morning cool breeze flew into the shared room of yours and kuran's
it was the beginning of october, and the leaves were starting to fall off the branches of the trees and floating down onto the ground..
the light noise below made by people and vehicles was a calming background noise and the light humming of kuran's voice was slowly putting you to sleep
but you couldn't fully fall asleep even with kuran somewhat putting you to sleep with his low humming
the cold
the open window kept allowing the cold to wisp into the warm room and it wasn't letting you rest..
you groaned in discomfort and snuggled your face closer into kuran's chest hoping to steal some of his heat
kuran stopped the humming and petting your hair to look down at your squished face
there was an obvious big pout on your face... from something? but what was it?
"what's wrong [name]? is my humming bothering you?" kuran whispered
"hmmmm...noo" you muttered, "then what is it love?" he asked
moving your face up from his chest to look up at kuran's loving gaze, "it's the cooold, I cant go to sleep because of it" you told him with a frown
"do you want me to pull the covers over you?" kuran asked
"nooooo... it'll get hot" whining your reply back
he sighed but it soon merged into a chuckle, you always got so whiny and pissy like an angry kitten when it's not being attended to..
you snapped your eyes open when you felt something warm and fluffy wrapping around your body and bringing you even closer to kuran
"huh?" you murmured and looked over your shoulder to see kuran's astro wrapping warmly around you--like it fit there..
you looked back at kuran and gave a bright smile before snuggling back into his chest with a relieved sigh
and he brought his lips to the top of your head and gave a light kiss before squishing his cheek on top of your head-- lazily closing his eyes
both of you melted into each other to keep each other warm from the cold october wind...
love kuran so much rn!!!! I NEED PEOPLE TO START TO WRITE MORE FOR ASTRO ROYAL! IM STARVING !!!!
