The new student arrives (Kyoya Ootori OHHC)
Hello and welcome to my very first ever fanfic! I’ve written countless fanfics but never actually posted them. I’ve also been in a huge ouran brainrot lately so to satisfy my boredom and brainrot I’ve decided to write this story.
Just a few things before getting started:
- English is not my main language, it is a secondary language to me so please if you see any grammatical errors ignore them
- this isn’t a y/n story i unironically find y/n stories difficult to write. this is a story of a pairing with an OC i created but you can pretend it’s you and change the name as you please.
- i imagined writing this in a movie/series script type of way it makes it easier for me to know who’s going to talk and how the story should go.
- please be kind i am very new to this so any good and constructive criticism is much appreciated!
without further ado, enjoy the story!
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Tamaki:
Welcome to Ouran Academy the place where the filthy rich kids go to play and relax on their rich kid duties. Only the wealthiest of the wealthiest can afford to apply here, of course with the exception of Haruhi Fujioka. Oh, Haruhi…
“Senpai, can you please stop staring at me that way? It’s… weird…”
Tamaki snapped away from his thoughts and looked away hiding the tiny blush that appeared on his cheeks. Haruhi rolled her eyes at Tamaki, who always acted that way around her. She usually just dismissed him as clinically crazy. Haruhi was cleaning and tidying up the Host club room before they could officially open to the public but the reason she was doing it was because she had another task in hand. The other members seemed to notice this.
Is everything alright, Haruhi? You seem to be in quite the hurry
This made her stop midway her cleaning spree.
I’m sorry but I forgot to mention that the principal wanted me to give the new student a tour of Ouran before the bell rang.
A new kid? Are they a first year or a second year?
What if they’re in their third year?
No. She’s a second year student.
Wait… SHE?! The new student is a she?
At least that’s what she implied when I met her yesterday
You got to meet the new kid before anyone else?
Yeah and she’s really nice too. She’s around Kyoya and Tamaki’s age.
Oh really? Maybe you can introduce her to us
Tamaki dramatically gasped loudly and turned pale as a ghost. Haruhi stared at him deadpanned. She never knows why he always has to do that dramatic effect.
BUT WHY NOT? DO YOU NOT LOVE US HARUHI?
No offense to Tamaki but the reason I don’t want to introduce her to you guys is because I want a friend outside the host club, you know? It’s not that i don’t want to introduce her but if i do you’ll just embarrass me and scare her off.
Tamaki’s eyes shimmered with glee
Ah, but my dear Haruhi, that’s where you’re wrong! My charm knows no bounds and my princely ways are sure enough to charm her!
It seems to me Tamaki has found his new target
Kaoru chuckled in agreement.
I can already imagine the over-the-top theatrics he’ll put up for her
Kyoya, the ever composed one, chimed in with a hint of enthusiasm.
Now, It’s up to Haruhi if she wishes to bring her new friend. But I do advise if she’s not the theatrical type do not bring her.
Honey, who was still clinging on to his stuffed pink bunny, piped in with his sugary sweet voice
I think it would be nice to have a new friend, especially if she’s around our age, right Takashi?
Mori-senpai who was quiet the whole conversation but listening attentively nodded in agreement.
She never told me her name. All I know about her name is that in almost every piece of her clothing has an acronym sewn in. Other than that? Nothing.
Disgusting. Putrid. Horrifying. Bright. Ugly yellow dress. Out of all the private schools he could’ve enrolled me in, it just had to be the one with the most atrocious uniform I had ever seen in my life. This color matched with nothing. I hate the white ruffles underneath it and the pink bowtie on top. Simply atrocious.
I believe you’ll love your new school.
What makes you think that? The only reason I’m here is to please you and the family.
The harshness in her voice made his forced smile drop. He stared at his shoes trying to figure out what words to say.
Need I remind you it’s not my fault we are in this situation.
His words hung in the air leaving a thick tension between them, causing tension between him and Luz.
Luz frowned at his words. Feeling a surge of anger bubble up inside of her.
Of course. I know it’s my fault. I’m well aware of that situation but just because I’m aware of it doesn’t mean I can’t be angry.
You? Angry? Don’t be so childish. I have every right to be angry and rightfully so. Have you any idea what I did for you?
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.
Any idea?… Any idea? You didn’t even fucking bother in listening to my side of the story, you believed theirs but what about me? You never cared. No one in the family fucking cared. You act so high and fucking might pretending I should be thanking you? For what?
His voice cut through the air like a knife. Stern and Terrifying. The fury was visible in his eyes and face.
She stayed quiet breathing heavily through her nose like an angered bull.
Don’t act like I didn’t overhear what the family said about me. I. Heard. Everything.
Uncle Hiroshi’s face went pale as her words cut through him like a sharp knife. He was so taken aback he couldn’t say anything back to her.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
His words felt pungent and repulsive. She hated being compared to her father.
Luz’s eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and hurt as Hiroshi’s response hit her like a sharp dagger.
Don’t you ever fucking compare me to that bag of shit. I am my own person, my own choices and my own fucking values. Just because we share the same blood doesn’t mean I’m destined to repeat his actions.
Luz’s anger burned hot within her, fueling her every movement. She couldn’t bear to stay in the car any longer, surrounded by her uncles toxic presence. Slamming the door shut with a resounding thud, she took a step away, distancing herself physically from him.
Without another word, Luz turned away and headed towards the entrance of Ouran Academy, her steps filled with determination and a newfound strength. She knew that she had to forge her own path, away from the toxic influences that threatened to overshadow her true identity.
Hiroshi watched her retreating figure, his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes. He knew that repairing their relationship would require much more than mere apologies. It would take time, effort, and a genuine willingness to understand and support Luz on her own terms.
As Luz entered the grand doors of Ouran Academy, she took a deep breath, letting the determination within her rise to the surface. She was determined to prove her worth, not just to Hiroshi or her family, but to herself. And with every step she took, she vowed to leave behind the shadows of her past and embrace the person she truly was—a person capable of breaking free from the cycle of pain and disappointment.
As Luz stepped into the bustling halls of Ouran Academy, the sudden silence that fell around her was almost deafening. Conversations halted, and curious gazes turned towards her, studying her every move. It was as if time stood still for a moment, and all eyes were on the newcomer who dared to stand out from the crowd.
Luz could feel the weight of their stares, the whispers that traveled through the air like a current. She was acutely aware of being different, of not fitting into the mold of the typical Ouran student. Her appearance, her background, everything about her seemed to set her apart.
The students exchanged glances, curiosity mixed with a hint of intrigue. They were used to the elite, the wealthy, and the privileged, but Luz was a refreshing change. A ripple of whispers followed in her wake as she walked, a blend of curiosity, speculation, and perhaps even admiration.
Luz caught snippets of their hushed conversations, whispers of her uniqueness and unfamiliarity. Some seemed intrigued, eager to learn more about her. Others held a hint of skepticism, unsure of how to place her in their well-defined social hierarchy.
Luz turned around, relief washing over her as she recognized Haruhi’s familiar face amidst the sea of curious onlookers. Haruhi’s presence offered a sense of familiarity and comfort in the midst of the overwhelming attention.
Luz nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.
Yes, that’s me. It’s good to see a familiar face. Thank you for remembering me, Haruhi.
Haruhi returned her smile warmly, unaffected by the surrounding scrutiny.
No problem at all, Luz. I’m glad I ran into you. I can show you to your classroom and help you settle in. Ouran can be quite overwhelming at first, but you’ll find your way around soon enough.
As Luz walked alongside Haruhi, the whispers of the students echoed in her ears, and she couldn’t help but catch fragments of their conversations. The focus on her appearance, specifically her skin color, stung with a mix of discomfort and frustration. It seemed that her uniqueness had become a topic of scrutiny and judgment for those around her.
The comments about her skin color, ranging from judgmental to dismissive, highlighted the ignorance and prejudice that still existed within the walls of the prestigious Ouran Academy. It served as a reminder that even in such an elite setting, stereotypes and biases could persist.
Luz’s steps faltered for a moment as she absorbed the weight of those words. It was disheartening to realize that her worth was being reduced to superficial judgments, overshadowing her talents, intellect, and individuality.
Luz closed her eyes trying not to focus on their words. She just wanted to get to her first class and be nothing, a ghost.
Ah, fancy bumping into you Haruhi. Who this might be?
Luz and Haruhi turned their attention to Kyoya, who appeared unexpectedly in the hallway. Haruhi greeted him with a friendly smile, while Luz took a moment to observe him, her curiosity piqued.
Good morning, Kyoya. This is Luz, a new student here at Ouran Academy. Luz, this is Kyoya Ootori, one of the members of the Host Club.
Good morning. It is a pleasure to meet you.
She says a bit flat to him. Kyoya couldn’t help but notice her eyes, they seemed so empty and tired.
Say Luz, do you wish to accompany me to the academy’s cafe? They have delicious pastries and coffee.
Luz considered Kyoya’s offer, feeling a mixture of curiosity and the need for a much-needed energy boost. She appreciated his gesture and the opportunity to explore more of the school’s offerings.
Thank you for the offer, Kyoya. I could use a pick-me-up, and I’ve heard great things about the cafe here. I’d be happy to accompany you… only if it’s okay with Haruhi. She was going to take me to my first class today.
Hm… may I see your schedule?
A bit confused at his request she handed him her schedule for the day. Luz considered Kyoya’s offer, feeling a mixture of curiosity and the need for a much-needed energy boost. She appreciated his gesture and the opportunity to explore more of the school’s offerings.
Her schedule consisted mainly of focus on the arts, her strong suit. She was a very creative and artistic person, not to mention she also has a deep and profound love for music. Ever since she was little she surrounded herself with music and insisted on learning to play the instruments, sing, read and write notes. Her first class would be advanced music class with the history of music and its appreciation, English Literature, Then later it was practicing her German, and then finally it was advanced art.
Kyoya carefully examined the schedule she had.
If it’s not a bother to Haruhi I could even take you to your class after we finish at the cafe. If that is alright with you, Haruhi.
Oh, that would actually be perfect! Kyoya knows Ouran better than I do.
Luz was a bit hesitant at first but she ultimately agreed to grab coffee with Kyoya. Kyoya nodded, his usual calm demeanor unchanged.
Very well. Let’s head to the cafe then. Shall we?
Kyoya extended his arm for Luz to hold onto.
Luz hesitated for a moment, finding Kyoya’s gesture of extending his arm a bit unexpected. However, she reminded herself that it was a common practice among the students at Ouran, a display of elegance and formality. With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, she gently wrapped her hands around Kyoya’s arm, allowing him to lead the way.
Haruhi gave her a small piece of paper to which she said it contained her phone number.
Call me if you get lost or need someone to talk to. I’m always available. See you around!
As they walked together, Luz couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation. She found herself observing the dynamics of the school, the interactions between students, and the vibrant atmosphere that surrounded her. The touch of Kyoya’s arm provided a sense of security amidst the bustling hallways.
Arriving at the cafe, Luz let go of Kyoya’s arm and took a moment to soak in the inviting ambiance. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sight of delectable pastries filled her senses, heightening her excitement for the culinary experience ahead.
She stopped for a moment not knowing if to approach him by his name or not.
Yes? Don’t be scared of saying my name.
Okay, Kyoya, what do you recommend I eat?
Well my personal favorite is the strawberry tart. I love having it with a warm cup of tea.
I think I’ll have that and the croissant with a white chocolate blueberry iced coffee.
Kyoya nodded approvingly, signaling to the waiter to place their orders. As they waited for their treats to arrive, Luz found herself observing Kyoya more closely. There was a certain air of mystery and intellect that surrounded him, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued.
Kyoya: I noticed that most of your classes are mostly in the arts. Do you like that?
Luz nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips
Yes, I do. It was actually my mother that raised me that way. She’s an artist too.
Kyoya listened attentively, his gaze focused on her as if he were unraveling the layers of her being through her words.
Do you sing or play instruments?
She looks down a bit uncomfortable. Kyoya, noticing this, dismissed it and changed the topic of the conversation.
Please excuse manners but it seems I never introduced myself. My name is Kyoya Ootori. I am the youngest son of my family.
Two older brothers, Akito and Yuuichi.
I have siblings as well but unlike you I’m actually the eldest. I have four sisters and one brother.
Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. When Luz took the first bite of the strawberry tart and her iced coffee she felt like she was melting. It passed her expectations. The combination of the sweet and tangy strawberry filling with the buttery crust was a delightful treat for her taste buds. She couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.
I’ll take a guess and say you like the food?
It’s so delicious. It’s the best coffee and pastry I’ve ever had!
Kyoya chuckled softly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched Luz enjoy the food.
They both finished their treats and prepared to leave the cafe, the pleasant conversation lingering in the air. As they both walked down the halls Kyoya would tell her quick shortcuts to arrive at her classrooms so she could avoid student traffic.
From the corner of his eye he noticed her scarf had something written on it.
Pardon my intrusion but what does this stand for?
He gently passes his thumb over the small purple stitchings.
Oh, that? It’s an acronym of my name. My mom used to do that to all of my clothes
What does the V stand for?
Vivienne. It’s my first name.
Kyoya’s eyes flickered with intrigue as he listened to Luz’s explanation. He found himself captivated by the little details that made her who she was. Kyoya had always been observant, seeking meaning in every aspect of people’s lives. Luz’s scarf, with its embroidered initials, piqued his curiosity further.
Vivienne… It’s a beautiful name. Unique and elegant, just like you.
Luz’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Thank you… no one has ever said that about my name before…
Kyoya’s eyes sparkled with a hint of playfulness as he responded.
I must admit, Luz, your name holds a certain elegance and beauty that befits you. It’s a pleasure to have met someone as captivating as you, with a name that holds such charm. It’s a rare find in a place like Ouran.
Luz blushed slightly at his words, feeling a mixture of flattery and intrigue.
Luz could feel her heart gaining speed by the second. She didn’t know how to respond so he nervously chuckled.
Oh stop you don’t mean that
Kyoya chuckled softly, a subtle glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
On the contrary, Luz, I assure you that I do mean every word. I have a keen eye for appreciating genuine beauty and uniqueness, and in you, I see both. Your name is just the beginning of the many intriguing qualities that make you who you are.
Luz’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she tried to compose herself.
Kyoya: This will be your classroom as of now. she was snapped back to reality when they arrived at her music classroom.
Kyoya’s voice brought Luz back to the present, and she glanced at the door of her music classroom, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Thank you for bringing me to my classroom today, and for the cafe. Hopefully we’ll see each other around?
Kyoya’s gaze met Luz’s, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as a faint smile curved his lips.
Of course, Luz. I believe our paths will cross again in this vast academy. I look forward to our future encounters.
His voice held a subtle undertone of flirtation, leaving Luz both intrigued and flustered. He gently raised her hand to his lips and with a delicate touch, he pressed a soft kiss against her gloved knuckles , a gesture both elegant and chivalrous. Luz’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected display of affection, her cheeks flushing with a deeper shade of pink.
The gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. She found herself momentarily captivated by his charm and the unexpected display of gallantry. Her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of flattery and curiosity.
With a shy smile, she withdrew her hand, feeling a lingering warmth where his lips had touched. She stood there, her hand tingling from his touch, a mixture of surprise and intrigue filling her thoughts. She watched him walk away, her mind buzzing with the memory of his lips on her skin, wondering what this encounter might mean for their future interactions.
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