*REQUESTS CLOSED* A Love That Binds Us All~ VARIOUS x Reader!

Reader x Len Kagamine

This is for Shingeki-No-LietPol. Thanks for requesting!

I honestly think this the longest one so far, as of 27/02/2014

~ForeverYoungest

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"Moving"

You quietly sat at your desk, staring out the window.

It was lunch, but you weren't hungry.

You had this uneasiness in your stomach, at least you thought it was, ever since Kagamine Len transferred into your class. You got nervous whenever he was near you, and yet it was someone's brilliant idea to sit you in front of him.

Everyone knew Len, and adored him. Personally, you couldn't care less, right? Sure, here was a real life Vocaloid, whom of which just transferred into your class, so what's the big deal?

You sighed and continued to stare out the window.

There was a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around to see Len smiling at you.

"Yes?"

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

You nod, taking out a pencil and handing it to the blond.

You were surprised girls weren't around him, his golden locks perfectly complemented his face and he almost always wore those headphones on either his head or around his neck. All in all, he was good looking, and you knew it.

"(Y/n)-San? Are you okay? You're smiling like an idiot," Len's voice came through your mind.

You snapped out of it, not realizing you had been staring.

"Y-yeah! I'm fine Kagamine-San."

He laughs softly.

"I have no words for you. Oh, and here's your pencil back," he says, handing you back your pencil.

You softly thanked him and went back to staring out the window.

~

"Hey (y/n)-San?" Len asks at the end of the day, standing over your desk.

"Yes?"

"Do you wan-" he was interrupted by two girls pulling on his arms.

"Len-chan! Want to go to karaoke today? Everyone's going to be there," the first girl pauses, "well, everyone except (y/n)-San. She was never invited anyways."

The second girl laughs obnoxiously loud. It sounded like a hideous mix between a half dead hyena and a live one.

You roll your eyes, starting to pack your things, when that feeling rolls in.

Was it because Len was here?

Was it because of the girls?

"Bitch."

You turned your head to the voice. It was Girl number one.

"You think Len is yours, don't you? If anything, he should be mine. I mean, come on? Vile looking (h/c) locks, look of death in both (e/c) eyes. Psh, P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C."

You glare at her as you finished packing.

"Like I would want to go to karaoke with you anyways. I don't sing."

"Betcha she sounds like a dying whale!" Girl Two exclaims, snickering.

You stood up from your chair, your bag slung around your shoulder.