"(L/n)." I heard my boss, Ushijima-san, say.

"Yes, Ushijima-san?" I asked. I was humming to the tune of Sway by Michael Buble.

"I'd like you to spy on the Aoba Johsai gang. I want to know more about their leader, Oikawa. After you've learned much about them, infiltrate them so we can know their weaknesses. You'll report it to me, and we can use that weakness against them in the gang war." Ushijima-san told me.

"Oh, yes, sir." I told him. Honestly, this feels like a mission for me to stalk Aoba Johsai's leader and gang. I genuinely hope he doesn't catch me spying on him like a creep when he's watching TV with his girlfriend or something.

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I watched from a tall building as Oikawa cut this random guy's leg. Thick red blood flowed down from his legs into three directions as the guy had a horrified reaction. Oikawa pushed a gun into the side of the guy's head.

"Please, dude, what did I ever do?!" the guy asked.

"You... took the last milk bread pack from the grocery store. I was going to get that, but you took it first. But now that you'll be dead, that bread will be all mine." Oikawa laughed. Holy shit, this guy is a lunartic. And just over a pack of milk bread. But I guess I can report to Ushijima-san that Oikawa likes milk bread.

"I'm sorry!" the guy apologized.

"It's too late..." Oikawa said as he pulled the trigger. A loud echo thundered through the nearby places. I was wearing a protective headset, so I'm fine, but my condolences go out to those who didn't. The bullet shot through the guy's head, and into the wall of a nearby building. Possibly an office building. Boy, if you don't take that bullet out of the wall later, I'm gonna get that shit for Ushijima-san. Blood flooded out of the guy's head like a waterfall. His body went limp, and flopped onto the chair. Poor guy. Oikawa grabbed the guy's grocery bag, and just left? Damn, not even trying to discard the evidence? I climbed down from the building, using some tools I had. I collected the bullet, and continued to follow Oikawa to wherever he went. At some point, I turned a different corner to him, but I had a small flying robot follow him, and record his sound so I can go to Ushijima-san. The data is recorded and gets sent to me every 5 minutes.

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"Ushijima-san, I have some things about Oikawa for you." I told him.

"Yes, (L/n)?" he asked.

"I have collected Oikawa's gun bullet, and I learned that he likes milk bread." I told him.

"Alright."

I nodded, and went to my room. I opened my computer to watch the streamed video of Oikawa. The earlier data has been downloaded into my computer.

"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa exclaimed.

"What, Shittykawa?" he asked.

"Do you want a sandwich?" he asked as he pulled out the guy's grocery bag. There were blood stains on the bag.

"No, it's OK. By the way, I got a date with Mattsun later, so you can do whatever." Iwaizumi, Oikawa's childhood friend, said.

"Congrats!" he smiled as he started cooking the ham.

"Hmm, yeah. Do you have plans this afternoon?" Iwa-chan asked.

"Nah," he cheekily chuckled. I blushed. Why does he suddenly look, and sound so pretty? Ugh, whatever.

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"You've learnt a lot about Oikawa. Now, you should go infiltrate Aoba Johsai." Ushijima-san told me.

"Yes, sir." I said as I was just about to leave.

"Wait, (Y/n)." Tendou-san said.

"Oh, yes?" I asked.

"I have a master tip for you." He said as he whispered the tip into my ear, "If you can make him fall in love with you, use it to your advantage. You have a pretty face, use it to your advantage, because you're just fab, and hot like that."

I nodded. "Yes, Tendou-san."

I'll definitely keep that in mind... maybe I can make him fall for me like he made me fall for him.

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"Oh? You wanna join our gang?" Oikawa scoffed.

"Yes?" I answered. For a background, I have a very young face. I'm 25, but to most, I look like I'm at most 15. It's odd, but I learned to deal with it. I also look like I can't fight, which I can, somewhat, but I'm mostly spying, and I have professionally trained to spy, so I'm fine like that. I generally have a pretty face, people mistaken me for a model, which is weird, but I digress. People see me as the "innocent" type, despite being a part of the most powerful gang in Miyagi, and I have the dirtiest mind in my group of friends. But, again, I digress, because that has helped my spy career.

"You seem innocent, what quality do you have to join us?" Oikawa asked. There it is, the innocent assumption. Amazing.

"I'm a trained spy. I can fight, I have the tools, and I'm extremely stealthy." I argued.

"Really?" Oikawa asked. Bloody hell. "Then fight me."

"Gladly." I said.

I got up from my chair, and tackled him. If he wants a fight, I'll give him a good fight. Oikawa chuckled, and grabbed a knife in his desk drawer, and tried to stab me. I rolled to the side, and took a stance, ready to box this bitch. Despite liking him, he can be such a dick sometimes.

"You're better than I thought." Oikawa said as he threw the knife on the floor. "But let's see if you can box."

I smirked. "Oh, it's on."

He slid video game style to my direction, and tried to punch me, but I dodged him, my hair swinging back a bit. I slid away from him, and grabbed the knife that he left on the floor, and pressed it up against his neck.

"How's that for an innocent little boy, hm?" I asked the now impressed gang leader.

"Amazing. You have the skills to be in Shiratorizawa." Oikawa commented. Yeah, no shit, that's why I'm in Shiratorizawa.

"Thank you." I thanked him as I let him go.

"Mhm. So, you can join. I'll have Iwaizumi look over your files, and I'll have Makki tour you around our hideout." Oikawa said.

"Thank you, Oikawa-san." I thanked him.

"Hm, it's sir."

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"It's sir for you."

"Uhm, OK, sir." I confusedly said as I closed the door. Uh, well, I mean, kinky, I guess?

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"(L/n), boss wants to talk to you." Yahaba said. I've been here for a couple of months now.

"Uh, sure." I said as I walked to Oikawa-san's room. Butterflies flew free in my stomach as I drew nearer to his room. "You needed me, sir?"

He looked up, and smiled.

"Yeah." he said as I closed the door.

"Is there something you need me to do?" I asked. He pushed me to the wall, and pinned me there. Did he find out that I'm a spy for Shiratorizawa? Shit, I'm dead. "Sir?"

"Can you... kiss me? It's OK if you don't want to." he asked. OK, am I having a fever dream or is this real life?

"Well, uh."

I hesitated for a second, since this seemed extremely unprofessional, but I kissed him nevertheless. I really wanted to, anyway. I pressed my lips onto his, and he kissed back... obviously. I tasted some mint... most likely (fav. candy). His lips were a pretty shade of pink and were moisturized. What does he do to keep his lips like that, I need to know. I think during that time, I fell into paradise. The kiss was amazing, but at the same time, I know that even if I like him, and he might like me back, I'm still a spy for Shiratorizawa. Wait, does he like me? I pulled away, scared.

"Sir, do you have feelings for me?" I asked.

"Y-yeah." he admitted.

Oh shit, I kept in mind what Tendou-san said, but I didn't know it'd work. I thought he was straight or something. This is bad, really bad. No, it's not bad, it's fucking chaos. This is a fucking disaster. My plan is ruined, I'm supposed to find Oikawa's weakness, not... fucking fall for him, and shit.

"(L/n)?"

"No! Shit, shit, shit. I need some time alone, sir." I said as I ducked under his arms, and walked away. "Fuck, fuck fuck." I muttered underneath my breath as I walked out to Shiratorizawa's hideout.

"Ah, (Y/n), how are things at Seijoh?" Semi asked.

"Fuck, my plan is ruined!" I yelled into a pillow as I ignored him, and started crying.

"Whoa, (Y/n), what happened?" he asked.

"I fucking love him, Semi! I fucking love him..." I confessed as I hugged him.

"Who? (Y/n), who?" He asked.

"Oikawa..." I answered.

"It's alright, (Y/n). We can't control who we have feelings for." Semi said as he hugged me.

"Thank you, Semi."

"Oh, yeah, there's a/an (fav. food) shop down the road. Do you wanna go get some?" he asked.

"Sure!"

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Semi, and I walked down the road after we got our food. We were chatting when there was a bullet that flew into his stomach. I panicked, and called an ambulance. I looked at the shooter. It was Oikawa-san.

"Sir, what the hell?!" I asked.

"(Y/n), don't you know he's from Shiratorizawa? He's an enemy." Oikawa said.

"Sir, he's my friend!" I exclaimed.

"Why are you associated with him?" he asked.

"Sir, just because he is in Shiratorizawa does not give you the permission to shoot him." I told him. "Ushijima-san is gonna kill you if he finds out."

He laughed. "How would you know?"

I blinked. "It's a bit... obvious?" Shit, I might get busted.

"Are you sure? Do you think I don't know your little secret, my love?" he asked. Oh shit, I'm fucked.

"Uh, what is it?"

"You're a part of Shiratorizawa... but it doesn't even matter, because I love you. I love you, so much." He said as he grabbed my wrist.

"H-hey, that hurts." I cried as I heard a crack in my wrist. He pressed his gun to my head. I guess this is the end. "Hm, looks like this is the end, hm. I just wanted to tell you, I love you too."

Oikawa-san looked at me, and kissed me. I kissed back, and he pressed the gun nearer to my head.

"Sweet dreams, my love. We'll be together forever."

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"News flash. 27 year old gang leader, Oikawa Tooru, and 25 year old (L/n) (Y/n) found dead in (name) alleyway. Security camera footage shows that Oikawa-san has shot 27 year old Semi Eita, who was with (L/n)-san. (L/n)-san had called the ambulance, and got into an argument with Oikawa-san. It seemed that Oikawa-san kissed (L/n)-san mid-argument, then committed murder-suicide. What the police had speculated was that they were ex-lovers, and Semi-san is (L/n)-san's new lover. Semi-san denied this, saying that he had never had any romantic affairs with (L/n)-san, but we need more to learn about this. As of now, this is a case the police have to solve. Now, onto economy news... "

"You hear that, my love? They think we're dead." Oikawa laughed.

"Yes, sir. I hear that." (Y/n) replied. They looked upon the many fake body replicas of themselves.

Oikawa pulled the male nearer to him.

"You're still pretty. Just like that day that I broke you." he commented.

"Thank you, sir." (Y/n) said as he pushed up his glasses.

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