.:[REQUEST] KyoyaXReader:. A MasqueradeMore Like This
The host club a place where rich handsome young men with to much time on their hands sell their bodies to young women who also have to much time on their hands. Just think of it as a huge ass harem for the rich and beautiful.
Or at least that's what you thought of it and you let the world know it. You had a knack of sorts for computers so it was easy for you to set up a untraceable website and rant about your 'dislike' of the host club especially the 'shadow king'. The arrogant idiot who happened to be your math partner for the whole flippin year.
"you did that wrong." he said for what might have been the millionth time.
"wha!? How?" you demanded slamming your pencil down on the desk. He sighed and pushed his glasses farther up his nose. You glared thinking of a few new places he could shove those stupid things.
"first of all you made the mistake of not carrying over that number there," he said "were you doing say your finances for your company that would have been a fettle mistake." h