note.: i decided to get started on kinktober early since i’m a slow writer. i put the prompts together myself (i didn’t follow a specific list), but feel free to use them if you’d like—no credits needed.
also, this is my first time participating in kinktober and writing for characters i’ve never written before, so apologies in advance if there’s room for improvement.
that being said, all works are porn and written with afab! or gn! reader. please read the tags carefully before proceeding to read a fic in case there is a kink you feel uncomfortable with.
WORKS WILL BE POSTED WHEN OCTOBER BEGINS ֶָ֢ᐟ THIS IS JUST AN OVERVIEW FOR NOW. [SLOW UPDATES]
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DAY ONE.: cockwarming / begging / cockbulge ❤︎ ꒰ ranpo x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWO.: somnophilia / creampie / dub-con ❤︎ ꒰ yan!dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY THREE.: threesome / double penetration / shower sex ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader x chuuya ꒱
DAY FOUR.: lingerie / lap dance / club sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x gn!reader ꒱
DAY FIVE.: teasing / scratching / nipple play ❤︎ ꒰ ghost!dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY SIX.: recording & taking pictures / stockings / finger sucking ❤︎ ꒰ kunikida x gn!reader ꒱
DAY SEVEN.: mutual masturbation / cum licking / messy sex ❤︎ ꒰ verlaine x afab!reader ꒱
DAY EIGHT.: vouyeurism / adultery / outdoor sex ❤︎ ꒰ atsushi x afab!reader x akutagawa ꒱
DAY NINE.: exhibitionism / biting / blood play ❤︎ ꒰ vamp!dazai x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TEN.: sex pollen / hair pulling / rough sex ❤︎ ꒰ tachihara x gn!reader ꒱
DAY ELEVEN.: scissoring / squirting / mommy kink ❤︎ ꒰ yosano x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWELVE.: body worship / praise kink / mirror sex ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 3TEEN.: face fucking / tit fucking / kneeling ❤︎ ꒰ ranpo x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 4TEEN.: overstimulation / handcuffed / ignored safeword ❤︎ ꒰ nikolai x gn!reader ꒱
DAY 5TEEN.: a/o/b verse / breeding kink / hickeys ❤︎ ꒰ atsushi x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 6TEEN.: intoxication / riding / car sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 7TEEN.: dacryphilia / degradation / corruption ❤︎ ꒰ fyodor x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 8TEEN.: wet dream / quiet sex / aftercare ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader ꒱ ̗̀➛ might include traces of dub-con
DAY 9TEEN.: pegging / pet play / collaring ❤︎ ꒰ kouyou x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY.: tentacles / suspension / gagging ❤︎ ꒰ monster! akutagawa x afab!reader ꒱ ̗̀➛ might include traces of non-con
DAY TWENT-YONE.: scent kink / service kink / face sitting ❤︎ ꒰ sigma x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-TWO.: shame kink / coming untouched / dry humping ❤︎ ꒰ beast!dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-THREE.: oral sex / spit play / semi-public ❤︎ ꒰ poe x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-FOUR.: choking / hate sex / wall sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x gn!reader ꒱ ̗̀➛ might include traces of dub-con
DAY TWENTY-FIVE.: glove kink / ruined orgasm / sensory play ❤︎ ꒰ piano man x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-SIX.: spanking / punishment / anal sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN.: edging / voice kink / dirty talk ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT.: age gap / size kink / slow sex ❤︎ ꒰ oda x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-NINE.: shibari / sensory deprivation / wax play ❤︎ ꒰ ango x gn!reader ꒱
DAY THIRTY.: gun play / non-con / forced orgasm ❤︎ ꒰ yan!albatross x afab!reader ꒱
DAY THIRTY-ONE.: cnc / knife play / power imbalance ❤︎ ꒰ mori x afab!reader ꒱
BONUS ONE.: public sex / teasing / humiliation ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x afab!reader ꒱
BONUS TWO.: foreplay / food play / handjob ❤︎ ꒰ atsushi x afab!reader ꒱
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note.: there is a possibility that i might change a few things (though unlikely) and that i won’t be done until october, since i’m starting college soon, but i’ll try my best! worst case scenario, a few fics will be posted in november.
also, please be aware that everything written is purely fictional and that i would never condone some of the kinks like non-con or dub-con in real life. if you know someone who’s experiencing similar (sexual) abuse, don’t be afraid to help that person.
↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST
synopsis: what the host club is like when they’re jealous
characters included: tamaki, kyoya, haruhi, hikaru, kaoru, honey & mori
notes: i just wanna say thank you sm for the support on the insta posts! reading all your comments & reposts made me so happy >.<
𐙚 tamaki suoh - loud and proud
this man is not afraid to show (both verbally and physically) how badly he wants you all to himself. he does not care about showing his jealous side, he has zero shame. as soon as he sees anyone show attraction towards you, he has to break it up immediately.
one time you were standing outside music room 3 and tamaki was patiently waiting for you, except he wasn’t being patient at all and he was getting really fidgety whilst he waited for you. he took matters into his own hands dramatically declaring to the rest of the host club that he will find you, tell you off as you are very late (you were one minute behind schedule) & he will bring you back pronto. he slams open the music room doors which lead him to a terrible scene worse than a crime scene - a young man was talking to you…! he wasn’t just talking, he was caressing your arm lightly, oh the horror! tamaki screeched at the sight causing both you and this young man to turn but as you both turned, tamaki was already at your side within a split second. he gripped your shoulders and smiled almost manically at this young man you were talking to “oh, i’m terribly sorry to disrupt your clearly very intriguing conversation but, y/n is late for an appointment with moi.” he flicks his luscious blonde locks causing a sparkle to appear, how does he do that? it’s like he’s a cartoon. you couldn’t even give a simple goodbye to this young man before being dragged away and berated by tamaki for your tardiness. as you reach the door of music room 3, he quickly forgives you “—but, y/n, as i am a graceful and understanding man, i will forgive you my darling. lets get a pot of tea, hm?” you can’t help but chuckle at his foolishness.
𐙚 kyoya ootori - cold and calculated
this man isn’t stupid, he knows that he feels jealous over you sometimes however, he’s not like tamaki, he can’t openly admit to it. so, he takes matters into his own hands and do what kyoya does best - strategically plan something to go exactly the way he wants it to without any connections leading back to him.
not only did you frequent the host club and become close with the members but, you were also in kyoya’s class so, you were around each other a lot. however, kyoya had started to notice you were talking less to him and tamaki and more to some other guy. tamaki would constantly tease kyoya as he often caught him sending dirty looks and glares to both you and the random boy as you chatted away, laughing and such. kyoya always brushed tamaki off saying “i just don’t want to lose a good customer.” while that was partly true, he’s a businessman after all, he also didn’t want to lose you. not as a customer, just you. he clears time in his schedule to start making a revenge plan, he hires everyone in the host club to partake in his plan still claiming it to be for “customer/money-making reasons” and everyone saw right through him but, it’s kyoya. nobody’s gonna question him!
thus commences his plan which consisted of just keeping you two apart. somehow distracting you during class, or distracting him, or dragging you off during lunch to help with this that or the other. but, kyoya didn’t leave this boy emptied handed, no no, he replaced you with a girl. you’d be dragged somewhere and plonk, a girl in your place. kyoya knew this boy was romantically interested in you and as the distractions pulled you two apart, it pulled together him and this other girl. he started to move his romantic intentions from you to her. this boy gradually stopped trying to find you and talk to you, to kyoya’s delight. you briefly mentioned it to the host club one day, not realising it was romantic and feeling a bit upset that you’d lost who thought was a friend. kyoya felt a bit bad sure but, he saved you. you’ll never know he did but, he did and that’s enough for him. he does smirk a bit as you tell the short story and replies with a cocky “what a shame.”
𐙚 haruhi fujioka - confused and indifferent
haruhi may be incredibly intelligent but she is not one for social intelligence, let alone romantic intelligence. she’s confused as to why she even feels jealous in the first place & it makes her feel weird. she gets a pit in her stomach every time she even sees you brush someone else’s shoulder and she hates it. she just thinks it’s plain silly to be jealous because you’re not even together!
the twins have been paying a lot of attention to you lately, and usually you’d sit and talk with haruhi but as the twins continue to bug you, you give in and eventually start conversing with them more and more until you’re with them more than haruhi. you don’t flat out ignore haruhi, of course not, but she just feels this pit in her stomach and a stabbing pain in her chest as she watches you from a distance, chatting and laughing with the twins. she really tries her best to ignore this feeling, so much so that even when you do talk to her, she ends up acting indifferent toward you. the conversations between the two of you are shorter, filled with more awkward silences than either of you would like. haruhi notices this and knows this is happening because of her foolish jealously but, she genuinely can’t help it! she’s really trying to both ignore this ever growing jealously and still try to act normal around you but it seems impossible. you’re obviously upset thinking that haruhi doesn’t like you anymore, for whatever reason & the whole host club notices these changes. overall, its an extremely messy situation that will probably be resolved through an extremely thorough, detailed plan made by tamaki suoh himself.
𐙚 hikaru hitachiin - quiet and cold
he’s such an aggravating jealous type, he becomes extremely quiet and not the quiet where you feel sad the type of quiet where when you walk into a room, you can feel the anger radiating off the person. the whole host club and especially kaoru are in fear, quite frankly. they need to nip this in the bud asap. not only is he terribly quiet, he’s also incredibly cold specifically toward you! the host club can’t help but cringe as you try your best to interact with hikaru.
he had seen you getting as he’d describe ‘cosy’ with someone this morning outside of the school gates, and it made him so freaking jealous. why wasn’t he that cosy with you? you never hugged him goodbye or laughed so hard at his jokes that you slapped his arm. he was so upset. from 8am this morning, everyone had to face his wrath. he was quiet all day, only answering with snappy short answers. he barely ate at lunch even though his favourite dishes were included and then came the host club. he tried his best to keep up with the ‘brotherly love’ dynamic but found it difficult as that image of you with that person just kept circling in his mind constantly. all the clients that day noticed his change in demeanour and kyoya was not happy to see their clients upset or leaving early - hikarus personal issues were causing harm to the business! before kyoya could storm over there and stop this nonsense himself, you walked in. its like the whole room secretly knew where hikarus problem lies because everyone fell silent. you gulped nervously, why did everyone suddenly stop? as you made your way over to the twins, kaoru looked relived to see you while hikaru didn’t look at you at all. kaoru excitedly poured you a cup of tea as you sat down slowly still staring at hikaru, silently begging him to look at you. but, your silent pleas didn’t work. he would only take small glances at you, just to turn his nose up and turn his head away again. oh, the drama. you and kaoru awkwardly conversed, both of you tried your best to get hikaru involved but, he refused. although, he did make a sly comment or two. after some conversing you mention that your cousin had dropped you to school this morning, your cousin from a foreign country. hikarus interest had piqued “wait… cousin…?” he thought to himself. the whole host club and clients included all face palmed hearing this, hikaru had over exaggerated. once again.
𐙚 kaoru hitachiin - sad and nonchalant
kaoru may be mischievous and cheeky like his older twin but, they are different in some aspects and one being when it comes to love. kaoru would never dream of making his jealously yours or anyone else’s problem.
when he saw you getting friendly with your seat partner in class, it greatly saddened him. you two used to sit beside each other (hikaru on his other side, of course) but you got moved after an exchange student joined the class and you were the only one who spoke english well enough to help them. at first, you were just a nice classmate but as the weeks went by, you two would spend more time together, talk about other things other than school and laugh together and to make it worse, kaoru barely knew what you were even talking about because you were conversing in english! he accepts his fate and thinks that you’re in love with this exchange student and that’s it for him and the idea of ever being with you - but, as long as you’re happy, he’s happy. kaoru is so mature when it comes to this, he doesn’t interfere or ask the host club to come up with an elaborate plan or anything of the sort. although, it’s hard for him to hide his sadness especially around you. you still visit the host club often and try your best to talk to kaoru as you still think your friends but, he goes extremely quiet, only giving you short or one word answers. it makes you sad that he seems so off with you and you can’t even ignore the signs because every time you try to spend time with him he comes up with some excuse to not be around you. in his mind, it’s the best way to be so he doesn’t get in your way.
some time passes, and you decide to bring it up to him (when you finally catch him alone), you beg to know what’s the matter and after a lot of refusal, kaoru finally cracks and tells you everything he has been feeling. you blush at the thought of the kaoru hitachiin getting jealous over you! safe to say that by your next lesson, you request to move back to your original seat, right next to kaoru.
𐙚 mitsukuni haninozuka - melancholy and mature
honey is obviously known for his boy lolita character, he may act aloof but he is eighteen and just because he’s super cute doesn’t mean he’s not incredibly emotionally intelligent both when it comes to himself and others. he is the second most chill host club member at least when it comes to jealously.
you were honeys regular (and favourite but, don’t tell the other clients that) however, to his dismay, you had been coming less and less for the last two weeks. he was upset by this and asked around the host club wondering if they had seen you around and indeed they had… with another man! gasp! you were seemingly canoodling with some guy from your year group and oh, poor honey was so upset. you were his favourite for a reason and now you’re gone! however, he doesn’t let this get in the way of his life. he will absolutely have a cry in his room or to mori whilst eating a buttload of cake (like even more than usual) for about a week or so to help get rid of these negative emotions. however, when he’s doing his host club thing he can’t help but think about you in the back of his mind even though he’s supposed to be ‘recovered’.
after about another two weeks or so, honey is pretty much over it. but, all his hard work to get to this point is almost completely shattered because you walked into the host club! you swing your head around until your eyes land on honey and you run toward him immediately, desperate to explain your situation. honeys face drops into a pout at your arrival, he just got over you, why did you have to come back?! you interrupt his session with some other girls and start to explain yourself, the boy you were with was a marriage suitor arranged by your parents but, it fell through! you were free from the grasp of arranged marriage and ready to be honeys favourite client again. honey is absolutely overjoyed to hear this and tackles you with a hug, feeling a bit embarrassed that he let his jealously get to him so much. he ate a lot cake for that week where he was sad. like a lot, he had several cavities after.
𐙚 takashi morinozuka - quiet and and calm, duh
okay, i know this is hard to imagine but mori is even more quiet when he’s jealous. he’s completely calm and to the average person, he may seem like the same old mori but, to the trained eye he is far from normal.
the host club could feel something was wrong, just by the air in the room and honey quickly informed them that mori was being quiet and everyone was like “well, duh.” but honey had to explain that it ran deeper than that, he was jealous. the host club gasped, over what!? or who!? over you, that’s who. he had been silently tending to the animals and insects he had made friends with in the ouran academy gardens when he saw you gracefully wandering through the rose bushes and you weren’t alone, you were with a second year who had been known for being a mori lookalike. they were both tall, lanky, nonchalant and incredibly handsome. mori’s face stayed stoic as he watched you both, his animal friends still at his side comforting him - had been replaced? by a lookalike?! why would you want a lookalike when you had the original? this whole ordeal made him very upset, not to the point where was ripping his hair out in anguish but, he was upset. honey realised it especially, he was extra quiet and extra stoic even if nobody else noticed a difference. however, these negative emotions actually aided mori in his kendo! he was able to blow off a lot of steam and perform even more powerful moves than usual, which made him a little bit happier.
honey, who had to deal with this sad mori constantly, had enough and decided to confront you. it was difficult to get mori off his back because i mean it’s honey and mori but also, mori was more clingy lately (due to his jealous outburst) but honey found a way. honey was quick to find you and confronted you quite bluntly, you were shocked to hear this explaining that the second year wanted a tour of the garden as you were the leader of the gardening club, you didn’t believe it to be romantic! and that’s when it all starts adding up, mori lookalike… what’s another way to be more like mori…? go after the person he likes! god, you feel like a fool. before honey can make his great escape back to mori, mori finds honey himself. before mori can snatch honey and make a dramatic exit, you apologise and explain what’s happened. god, now mori feels like a fool too.
pairing: morinozuka takashi x shrine maiden reader
summary: when the ouran host club is invited to a summer festival at (names) ancestral shrine, they expected lanterns and food stalls, not sacred dances, centuries-old traditions, and a glimpse into a side of her they've never seen before.
as the night unfolds under the glow of paper lights, mori finds himself drawn deeper into the quiet world she carries and begins to realize that their engagement, once only duty, might be something far more personal.
stillness becomes understanding. and between one shared glance and a gifted charm, something soft and real begins to bloom.
note: guys... I MISS OHSHC SO MUCH IM GONNA BUY ALL THE MANGA SOON 😭💔
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the air smelled like cedar and sweet smoke.
as the black cars pulled up to the base of the ancient shrine path, the host club members spilled out in a mix of silk, chatter, and dramatic flailing.
"I feel like I've stepped into a ghibli film," tamaki declared, holding the edges of his indigo yukata like it was a royal robe. "do you hear those cicadas? it's like they're whispering secrets."
"you're just hearing your own voice echoing back at you," kyoya murmured, adjusting his glasses as he stepped carefully onto the mossy stones of the path.
the forest stretched tall and quiet around them. pine needles, soft wind, and lanterns already beginning to flicker to life along the trail that lead up the steps.
they looked up.
the shrine sat above them like something pulled from a memory, ancient, red-lacquered beams beneath a canopy of green, the air thick with incense and reverence.
and standing just at the top of the stairs, dressed in the deep vermillion of a ceremonial hakama, was (name).
still. poised.
like a painted scroll come to life.
she smiled gently and offered a bow. "welcome to kogane shrine. I'm honored to have you all here."
tamaki lit up like a sunrise. "(name)-senpai! you look so.... so ethereal! how lucky we are to be welcomed by such beauty!"
haruhi gave a polite wave. "thanks for inviting us. it's... way more traditional than I expected."
"I think I read about this place in a cultural heritage registry," kyoya added, already scribbling in a sleek notebook. "your family maintains the grounds personally?"
she nodded. "we have for generations. my grandmother still oversees the sacred ceremonies. she's looking forward to meeting all of you."
a rustle of footsteps behind her made her turn. mori and honey had just arrived at the top of the stairs, honey waving enthusiastically, a cotton candy already in hand from some vendor they passed on the way up.
"hi, (name)-Chan! this place is sooo cool!" honey beamed. "did you grow up here?"
"most summers," (name) said, smiling more softly now.
mori didn't say anything, but when his eyes met hers, he gave the faintest nod. not quite a greeting. more like a memory.
something passed between them, quiet and unnoticed by the others.
she turned back to the group. "the festival will begin soon. if you'd like, I can show you the grounds before the guests arrive."
"lead the way, lady shrine maiden~!" tamaki said, dramatically throwing out an arm.
she gave a short laugh and started walking. her steps were light but measured, used to these stone paths, the ancient forest pressing in on both sides. the host club followed, their bright chatter bouncing against centuries-old wood and quiet statues of foxes and lions.
and just behind her, a full step closer than before, walked Takashi morinozuka.
her voice echoed gently across the mossy path, clear and calm as a temple bell.
"this gate," (name) explained, hand hovering gracefully near the weathered red arch, "marks the threshold between the phsyical world and the spiritual one. we pass through it in silence."
the host club followed behind her, mostly in silence, though it was the kind born more of awe than obedience.
tamaki, starry-eyed, whispered to himself, "how poetic... her voice carries the weight of a thousand generations..."
kyoya was taking notes.
haruhi walked quietly near the back of the group, her gaze drifting forward to mori, who stood unusually close to (name), matching her pace without even trying, his expression unreadable but... softer than usual.
she leaned slightly towards kyoya and mumbled, "huh... mori-senpai and (name)-senpai seem close... I've never seen him like that with anyone but honey-senpai."
kyoya didn't even look up from his notebook. "they're engaged."
haruhi blinked. "wait, what?"
"engaged," he repeated evenly, flipping a page. "their families arranged it years ago."
before haruhi could fully process that, the twins, walking just ahead of her, whipped around in perfect unison.
"oho? did someone say arranged marriage?" Hikaru smirked.
"oh, haruhi, you didn't know?" kaoru added, leaning in. "the morinozuka family and (last name) family have ties that go way back. like... samurai and shrine maiden era back."
"they say the morinozuka clan once protected (name)-senpai's family shrine as warriors."
"bodyguards. swordsmasters. silent shadows in the trees," Hikaru grinned.
kaoru nodded solemnly. "there's even a legend that a morinozuka ancestor once took a vow of silence after falling in love with the shrine's priestess."
"she died young, though," Hikaru said, mock-dramatically. "very tragic. very fated."
"that vow became tradition. a family of protectors who only speak when necessary."
kyoya cut in with a sigh. "let's not fictionalize too much. the betrothal is tradition, yes, but it's a mutual agreement, not a fairy tale."
"but it is kind of romantic, don't you think?" kaoru said with a sly smile, glancing toward mori, who now stood beside (name) beneath the shade of a sacred cedar, quietly watching as she lit incense for the offering alter.
he held out a matchbox before she could even reach for it.
she didn't speak.
neither did he.
but their fingers brushed as she accepted it, and something invisible passed between them.
the twins turned back around, grinning.
haruhi stared. "... so they're really getting married someday?"
kyoya glanced at her again. "unless either family withdrawals, yes. though I doubt they will."
"why?"
this time, kyoya smirked faintly. "because, haruhi... have you seen the way he looks at her?"
the soft murmur of voices faded behind her as she and mori slipped down a side path, away from the main shrine courtyard.
the cicadas were louder here. the wind quieter.
no one followed.
(name) led him past a roped-off archway most of the host club hadn't noticed, its wooden beams older than the rest, carved with worn glyphs and smoothed by time. a small talisman swayed gently from its centre.
mori didn't ask where she was going.
he simply followed.
she walked in silence, her footsteps almost soundless on the stone. finally, she stopped before a small wooden structure nestled between two ancient trees, its walls aged silver with time, its thatched roof bowed slightly under the weight of years.
"this is the naishinden," (name) said quietly, folding your hands in front of her. "the inner hall. only the head priestess and her direct bloodline are allowed inside."
mori's expression didn't shift, but he looked at her fully now, not just watching, but waiting.
"I've never shown anyone this," she added, a little breathless, as she reached for the rusted bronze handle. "not even other family members. but... I want you to see it."
she slid the door open.
the interior was dim and cool. tatami mats stretched beneath your feet, and the smell of cedar and time hung in the air. a simple alter sat at the far end, flanked by tall white paper streamers and two faded fox statues, their features smoothed by centuries.
everything was still.
the space felt like a memory they had walked into.
she stepped aside to let him in.
mori entered without hesitation. he didn't speak. he didn't need to. his eyes scanned the room slowly, not with the awe of someone seeing something rare, but with the reverence of someone recognizing it.
(name) walked to the alter and knelt, motioning for him to join her. when he did, her shoulders relaxed.
"sometimes," she whispered. "I come here when it's too much. the expectations. the silence. the weight of being me."
his gaze stayed on her.
she looked at her hands, resting in her lap.
"they always say I'm poised. polite. perfect," she laughed softly. "but here, I don't have to be anything."
a pause.
then, she felt it. the brush if his pinky against hers, resting lightly between the spaces of silence.
"I don't think you're perfect," mori said softly.
she blinked, startled. he rarely spoke first.
she turned to look at him.
"I think you're real," he added, eyes steady. "you're yourself. that's better than perfect."
(names) heart thudded quietly in her chest.
the wind outside rustled the trees.
inside, everything stayed still.
she smiled. not for anyone watching. just for him.
"I'm glad it's you."
he didn't ask what she meant.
he didn't need to.
by the time (name) and mori made their way back down the winding path, the sun had dipped lower behind the trees, casting long golden shadows across the shrine grounds. the forest seemed to hum with life. cicadas in chorus, lanterns flickering to life one by one, and the low, distant toll of a ceremonial bell.
the host club was gathered again in the central courtyard, caught in their usual choas.
"tamaki-senpai," haruhi sighed, gently tugging a yakitori skewer from his hand, "you just ate mochi."
"I'm carbo-loading for the dance, haruhi!" tamaki declared, dramatically placing a hand to his chest. "one must keep up their strength to twirl royalty!"
kyoya was efficiently organizing everyone's places with a fan with one band and a clipboard in the other. honey was bouncing with excitement, cotton candy now replaced by grilled corn.
the moment (name) and mori stepped back into view, heads turned.
Hikaru nudged kaoru.
"hmmm," kaoru hummed, tilting his head. "was it just me, or did they disappear for a while?"
haruhi blinked. "they did. where'd you two go?"
(name) opened her mouth, than hesitated.
mori simply adjusted the fold of his sleeve.
she gave a soft smile. "just... somewhere quiet."
kyoya's gaze flicked between the two of them, taking in the slight change in posture, the shift in space, how mori now stood closer than before, how her expression seemed a shade more open.
he smirked subtly. "I see."
"oooh?" tamaki blinked, oblivious. "what do you see? is there something we're missing? I don't want to miss any emotionally significant development-"
the sharp crack of a taiko drum echoed through the courtyard, signaling the start of the obon festival.
from the shrine steps, (names) grandmother appeared in full ceremonial robes, her presence commanding but serene.
"the sacred dances will begin shortly," (name) said, regaining her composure. "we should take our places."
colour bloomed across the grounds as more guests arrived. nobles, shrine attendants, performers. lanterns swayed gently overhead like floating fireflies. music swelled in the distance, strings and drums woven together in an old rhythm.
as the host club was ushered to the best viewing spot (courtesy of kyoya's influence, no doubt), she turned to mori beside her.
(name) tilted her head, her voice just barely above the sound of drums.
"will you stay close during the dance?"
he didn't speak. he just nodded once.
and as she moved to take her place on the main platform, the centre of it all, she felt his presence behind her like steady wind.
not loud.
not boastful.
but certain.
unshakable.
hers.
the moment the flute began, the world seemed to still.
even the cicadas fell silent.
mori stood at the edge of the crowd beside the host club, arms folded loosely in his sleeves, face unreadable as always. guests murmured in awe as (name) stepped onto the sacred platform, a raised wooden stage surrounded by tall lanterns and drifting incense smoke.
the night air turned to gold.
she wore layered robes now, flowing silk in shades of white and red, bound with a golden sash and embroidered with sacred motifs: foxes, Sakura petals, cranes in flight. a crown of white blossoms circled her head, delicate bells woven through her hair that chimed gently with every movement.
and then she moved.
not quickly. not showy.
but with purpose.
each step, each tilt of her wrist, each turn of her gaze was deliberate like drawing prayers into the air with her body.
mori didn't move.
didn't blink.
didn't breathe.
he had seen (name) dance before. as children. as students. in passing.
but never like this.
never with the weight of centuries in her fingertips.
never with the moonlight in her eyes.
he watched the soft sweep of her sleeves, the way her feet barely kissed the ground, the stillness between her movements that said more than motion ever could.
something stirred in his chest.
not fast. not loud.
but deep.
like the groan of earth beneath old roots.
he remembered the shrine's inner hall, the way she opened it for him, like it wad the easiest thing in the world, when it was anything but. the way her voice cracked when (name) said she felt free only there. the way she smiled when she looked at him.
and now... he saw it reflected in her dance.
she wasn't just performing.
she was sharing something.
she was opening yourself again, this time not just with him, but to her ancestors, to the gods, to the silence between stars.
and he was the only one in the crowd who truly understood what she was saying without words.
from beside him, he vaguely registered honey whispering, "she's really amazing, huh?"
mori didn't answer.
his eyes didn't leave her.
but his fingers curled slightly around his sleeve.
not in tension.
in realization.
this is the person I'll spend my life with.
and for the first time, that thought didn't feel like an obligation handed down by family tradition.
it felt like the truth.
the music began to slow. (name) turned towards the alter, placing her final offering, a folded fan, the symbol of breath and life, on its surface.
the bells in her crown chimed once more.
and then the dance ended.
applause rose around him.
mori didn't clap.
he only lowered his gaze, breathing out softly through his nose.
like a vow being sealed.
the clapping had faded.
the music, the ceremony, the lights, all of it continued behind (name) in a distant glow as she stepped quietly behind the shrine's main hall. the air was cooler here, the night sky stretching wide and quiet overhead, dotted with stars.
she exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the performance still lingering in her limbs. not exhaustion, but something close. like part of her had been offered up in the dance and only now returning to her body.
"(name)-chan!!"
she turned just in time to see a blur of pink and gold fly into her arms.
honey giggled, hugging her tight. "you looked so pretty up there! like a celestial maiden!"
(name) laughed softly and hugged him back, warmth flooding into her chest. "thank you, mitsukuni."
he pulled back, eyes bright. "you made everyone in the crowd quiet! even tamaki!"
"miracle of the year," she teased, glancing past him.
mori stood just behind.
silent.
watching.
but something in his expression had changed.
he stepped forward slowly, and honey slipped off toward the food stalls again, humming something off-key about "festival dango."
(name) and mori were alone again.
she tilted her head slightly. "you didn't say anything when it ended."
"I didn't need to."
she smiled faintly. "was it alright?"
he looked at her, really looked, and his voice was quiet, but steady.
"you looked like you belonged to the stars."
her breath caught.
the cicadas, the drums, the crackled of oil lanterns all fell away for a moment.
she looked down, cheeks warm, hands folding slightly in front of her. "you always know exactly what to say... when it counts."
he took a step closer.
his fingers brushed against hers, just like they had in the inner hall. except this time, they lingered.
"you always know exactly how to be seen," he said. "even when you think you're not."
and for a moment longer, fingers touching, nothing else needed between them.
and though neither of them said it, not yet, they both knew:
this wasn't just a duty.
this wasn't just history.
this was becoming something real.
the sound of the festival carried softly in the distance. laughter, music, the faint pop of fireworks being tested. but here, beneath the lantern light filtering through shrine eaves, everything felt still again.
mori's fingers remained gently linked with (names).
she has grown used to silence with him, not because there was nothing to say, but because nothing needed to be said.
until now.
he reached into the inner fold of his yukata, drawing out a small object wrapped in a square of deep blue cloth. it fit neatly in his palm, nothing grand or glittering, just something simple, lovingly preserved.
he held it out to her without a word.
(name) hesitated before unfolding the cloth.
inside was a small wooden omamori charm, a protective talisman, weathered slightly at the edges but still carefully tied with white thread. the writing on it was old. faded from time.
"...this is a morinozuka family charm," she murmured, fingertips brushing the wood. "it's handmade."
he nodded once.
"my grandfather gave it to me," he said quietly. "when I turned ten. said it was for... what I was suppose to protect."
(name) looked up at him, lips parted, the weight of what he was saying slowly sinking in.
"he told me," mori continued, voice low, "to give it away only once. when I knew."
she swallowed hard.
"knew what?"
he met her eyes.
"that it wasn't duty anymore."
something tugged in her chest, a tightness, warm and acting all at once.
he placed the charm gently in her hands hand curled her fingers around it.
"now," he said, almost a whisper, "it's yours."
(name) stared at her closed hands, then back at him.
"...Takashi," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "are you sure?"
he nodded.
"I've always been sure."
and then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he reached out. not to kiss her, not to take anything, but just to brush her hair back, tucking a blossom from her crown behind her ear with the kind of care that didn't need ceremony.
just truth.
she didn't need to say thank you.
he didn't need to hear it.
the charm in her hand said everything.
the omamori charm felt warm in her palm, even tucked safely back into its cloth. (name) hadn't let go of it once.
beside her, mori walked quietly, his stride matched with hers. their fingers brushed again, and this time, she didn't pull away. instead, she laced her hand with his.
it was natural.
no fanfare.
no tension.
just stillness, a kind of peace that hummed between the two of them like the lanterns swaying above.
the path opened again into the heart of the festival. lights glittered across the courtyard. drums pulsed in time with dancing feet. the smells of sweet dango, grilled squid, and fresh mochi filled the air.
"there you are!!" honey's voice practically launched itself through the crowd.
(name) barely had time to react before he zipped in and clung to her other side. "you missed the watermelon smashing game! tama-chan got dizzy and fell in the koi pond."
"I was pushed!" tamaki wailed from behind a tree, clothes half-soaked and hair frizzing in all directions.
"self-inflicted," kyoya said, sipping from a porcelain tea cup like this was completely normal.
the twins appeared next, flanking (name) and mori like foxes sensing drama.
"ohoho~" Hikaru smirked. "what's this? a mysterious return... hand in hand?"
"and what's this?" kaoru added, spotting the cloth-wrapped charm she'd tucked carefully into her sash. "is that a morinozuka heirloom?"
she froze for half a second, but mori didn't.
he squeezed her hand gently. just once.
the twins shrieked.
"mori-senpai GAVE IT TO YOU?"
haruhi tilted her head. "is that a big deal?"
"YES," half the club shouted in unison.
"HE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE PROPOSED."
tamaki collapsed into a bush. "our baby is GROWING UP-"
"technically, she's betrothed," kyoya muttered, now scribbling something into what looked suspiciously like a host club marriage registry.
(name) covered her face with her sleeve, half-laughing, half-hiding. mori didn't react, just stood beside her like an immovable wall of calm. but there was a small lift at the corner of his mouth that hadn't been there earlier.
it made her heart stutter.
honey tugged her forward. "let's play the ring toss game together next! taka-chan never misses!"
"you'll win every prize," (name) said, smiling.
"we'll share them!" honey chirped, and she laughed.
as the group walked together into the noise and light, she stayed by mori's side, hand intertwined in his.
the festival pulsed around her. warm, full, alive.
laughter echoed between the lanterns.
and even though their families planned this future long ago, she finally understood:
this wasn't something decided for her.
this was something she was choosing. step by step, word by word, hand in hand.
and under the starlight, between one moment and the next she knew:
lylas notes 𝜗ৎ. im assuming you wanted nsfw, so i delivered ahhehea. also this is my first mori smut writing, i hope he's not ooc (･ัω･ั) this has been in my drafts for a while, so thank u for your patience! please enjoy<3
YOU'VE LOST HOW MANY times you've released all over your sheets and in him, CHUUYA only in the same boat as you — thrusting deep into you, a pleasured moan pouring out of you faster than you're cum.
forehead touching, he holds your hips steady with one and while his other rubs your bottom lip as your thighs are spread — both of you a heaving and panting mess,
"that's it' — good girl~ taking my cock sooo well~♡"
your face was hot, body trembling, every single compliment or praise he gives you only making it worse.
"look at you ... my beautiful girl~ so perfect f'me~"
you hide your face in his shoulder, sweaty and overstimulated — whiny softly into his skin but he just chuckles lowly, taking two fingers and forcing to to look back at him — his eyes lidded and dark.
"don't hide now, sweetheart~ i want to see you, i wanna see how pretty you look when you fall apart under me~"
every time you whimper or moan they praise you more — he knows how much you love when he has his undivided attention all on you, his pretty girl~
"ngh~ you wanna cum, princess? i can feel it, aha~ c'mon ... cum f'me~" you didn't need to have him repeat himself, tossing your head back as you cum all over his cock inside you earned you a grin and a loving kiss to the lips.
after all, you deserved it~
~ ♡ ~
EVERY SINGLE WHINE YOU made him thrust into harder — deeper. he had you pinned to the bed of the large bedroom — thanking any god out there that the walls are soundproof. DAZAI'S black coat was discarded, tossed to the floor in almost an instant seeing you half naked on the bed, not being patient enough to wait until he got home — you slipped into nothing up a black thong and an baggy t-shirt.
his hands were on you almost immediately, hungry and angry — not with you, just at how shitty his day was. it all went away seeing his beautiful girl in his bed looking smoking hot.
everything happened so fast, he aggressively turned you over on your stomach after a few moments of hot and messy kisses, biting your lips and shoving his tongue deep in your mouth — forcing an arch from you he fumbled with his belt as he leaned down and whispered darky in your ear,
"you made my night, donna~ you gon'a be a good girl f'me, your mine, tonight~ you hear me, im all yours and your all mine~"
kicking his dress pants and boxers off in one swift motion, he didn't waste another minute and shoved himself inside you, deep and raw. you grunt — gripping the sheets of the bed until your knuckles went white. your head was flat against the pillow, suffocating between the fabric.
"relax~ don't move sweetheart, i got you," he grunts, his mouth hot against your ear as he looms over you while fucking you at the same time.
every noise, whimper, moan you made — earned you a wave of praises, because he knows you love it, how you crave it.
"you—ngh, taking me so well'donna~ahah — y'so pretty under me like this,~"
"good girl, good fuckin' girl~aha — your—incredible~♡"
"just like that`yaha~ just a bit~ngh .. longer, you can do it, baby~♡"
his thrusts were hard as raw, like he's been waiting for you all day. coming home to a pretty sight like this can only get him railed up more than he already was. because you've been such a good girl for him, he'll make sure you end it off making you feel like your on cloud nine for the eighth time tonight.
~ ♡ ~
YOU'RE CLINGING TO HIS SHOULDERS like you were digging into his skin, body trembling as he kept moving back and forth inside you — every sound that slipped out of you earned you a praise.
"there she is ... that's it, my good girl~ taking me so perfectly~" MORI pants, thrusting faster, skin slapping against one another echos in the room. he knew how much you loved the sound of his voice in your ear and how you tremble just at his voice, he has you wrapped around this finger .. or in this case, cock.
you whimper at his words, tossing your head back with your mouth gaped open. thighs shaking as he only pulls you closer while still thirsting deep inside you, lips ghosting your ear, you can hear every syllable.
"my~ so tight 'round me~ ... you were made for this, weren't you~ made for me,"
your head was fuzzy, brain melting under every praise he whispered in your ear — you shiver and jolt when he would hit a sensitive spot against your clit. that's when you start to break, begging to cum and blabbering pleas, and when you do he holds you tighter — like he's scared to let you go. fingers curled into your hair it feels like he's going to pull it out.
you were his, and only his.
"let go, princess. that's it, baby, good girl~ you're mine, always mine ... no one can make you feel as good as i can, hmm ... yeah, that's right~"
the mix of his voice and pace has you ruined, body trembling, pleasure crashing down as you cum on his cock until your dizzy and cockdrunk on nothing but the sounds of his praises.
end notes. when someone asks me what my kinks are, ill just show them this. guys what r these tags, help??
single dad next door! FUKUZAWA YUKUCHI, who's been your neighbor for five months, but has already caught your attention the week he moved into your neighborhood. He lives with his only son, named Ranpo. You can sometimes spot him strolling the streets and subtly feeding stray cats; the sight immediately melts your heart. He's definetly old enough to be your dad, but that doesn't stop you from being attracted to him. It's outrageous how fucking hot he is for his age, even the forming wrinkles under his eyes and grey hair add to the charm. It doesn't help that he's a genuinely kind-hearted neighbor; you saw him giving rice balls to the old ladies on the block, helping a lost girl return to her mother, and having a beer with the other dads in the neighborhood.
single dad next door! FUKUZAWA YUKUCHI, who doesn't think twice when you ask for help in assembling your new queen-sized bed. The bed must be made out of pure wood and require a lot of shifting pieces and tools to put together. He raised a brow when he arrived at your place, you were wearing tight shorts and a tank top, definetly comfortable but a bit questionable in this chill weather. He was none the wiser when you led him upstairs to your bedroom and began assembling your bed while you watched with wicked glee. When he finished, he heard you shut the bedroom door behind you.
"Fukuzawa-san, did you know that I have a cat?"
His ears perked at this. It's adorably innocent how he scans the room for a feline or tries to recall spotting one in your house.
"You do? I didn't notice that"
"Yes. Do you wanna see my kitty?"
"...Sure"
He didn't know what he was expecting when you undid the button of your shorts and pulled them down to reveal you weren't wearing any underwear.
single dad next door! FUKUZAWA YUKUCHI, who finds himself eating you out on your newly assembled queen-sized bed. His face was buried between your thighs, lapping up and slurping on your pussy. He's so skilled with his tongue that he manages to make you squirt on the mattress. Afterward, he effortlessly bends you over and shoves your head down before he pulls his massive cock out. It almost terrified you, wondering how that thing was going to fit inside. But the ever so gentleman that he is, he made sure to carefully put his dick in, slowly bottoming out inch by inch. He definetly made you scream and see stars when he finally dicked you down on your new bed. Although gentle, he fucks you rougher than you have fantasized about. The bed was squeaking and rocking back and forth as a testament. You don't regret it one bit. At least, it's one way to test the bed's stability. And if this bed breaks, you'll gladly purchase a new one, have him assemble it for you again, and fuck you over again until it breaks again, and again, and again.
your personal doctor! MORI OUGAI, who's only nice to you. Most of his patients end up never booking an appointment again or being severely traumatized. You required someone to constantly check on your health, and he was more than qualified. You were assured that he was the best, considering all the diplomas and certificates hanging on the walls of his office. He had years of medical experience under his belt, so it solidified your trust in him. Your comfort was his utmost priority during checkups, so he always told you those stupid dad jokes that made a traitorous smile spread on your face, and gave you a free treat after the checkup. He was eccentric but charming nonetheless.
your personal doctor! MORI OUGAI, who obsessively keeps tabs on you and checks on you regularly by sending texts or phone calls. He only reserves his genuine smiles for you. He gave zero fucks about his other patients because none of them were as sweet and trusting as you are. The fact that you're so gullible and naive about his dark reputation makes his pants go tight with excitement. You were his youngest patient, still studying in college. Lately, you have been complaining about chest problems, telling him that your chest would suddenly feel tight whenever you came in for a checkup. He only smiled and fetched his stethoscope.
"Hm, how about we look further into it?"
your personal doctor! MORI OUGAI, who ends up unbuttoning your blouse and undoing your bra to suck your tits. His eager lips kissed and nipped on your buds. You were situated on his lap, writhing and whining. He puts on his stethoscope and places the diaphragm on your chest to hear your heartbeat while his hand trails down to flip up your skirt. He listens to your heartbeat skipping when his fingers begin playing with your folds and drawing careful circles on your clit. Once you were slippery wet, he slips two fingers inside your velvet walls and hears a squeal erupt from your throat. He grins as the pace of your heartbeat picks up whenever his fingers keep pumping you faster. When he finally finds that heavenly spot inside your cunt, you shudder and throw your head back on his shoulder. He fingerfucks you to an earth-shattering orgasm while miraculously keeping count of your heartbeat. He smirks down at your debauched face.
"Now, did you feel your chest tightening during our session?"
"N—No"
"Good. Let me know immediately if it occurs again, and I will gladly clear my schedule for another session."
your butler! HIROTSU RYUURO, who efficiently does his job in serving a troublemaker like you. He understands that you're in the prime of your twenties and enjoyed getting yourself in trouble with your wealthy friends, but he had to do his job. He doesn't bat an eye when you cuss him out for ruining your fun or not thanking him for keeping you away from danger. Sympathy does crawl into his chest, knowing he was only hired to keep you in line by your rich, neglectful parents. Truthfully, out of the people who claimed to be your friends, only he knew you the most. He knew how you liked your eggs for breakfast, what to soothe you with when you're in a bad mood, and what kind of music you wanted to hear during a car ride. He was there to hold your hair back whenever you would throw up on the toilet the next morning after a wild night, he was there to witness you get dolled up for another date with a different man, and he was always there to pick you up after a failed date and offer you his handkerchief to blow your nose with.
your butler! HIROTSU RYUURO, who's oblivious to your growing attraction towards him. It's ridiculous, you're barely half his fucking age, and he's technically your servant! But he does look so hot smoking rings by his car while waiting to pick you up. It makes your insides melt whenever he holds an umbrella over your head during sunny or rainy days. For an older man with wrinkles and grey hair, he sure does know how to make your knees weak. Numerous blind dates ended up failing because none of the men you met was the same as your butler. But it takes so long for you to keep these feelings concealed before they could burst. So, after another failed date, you marched towards your butler's car, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, and kissed him.
"Miss [Name]—!"
"This is your fault! Everything is your fault, Hirotsu!"
Wide-eyed, he watches you pull away and sees the tears gathering in your lashline; his chest tightens, and he resolves to embrace you. He feels you melt in his arms and sob quietly. He ushered you to the car and wiped the tears off your face with the same washed handkerchief. He smiles sympathetically.
"I apologize, Miss [Name]. I shall forget what you did previously."
"No! You're being difficult, right now! Can't you take the hint that I want you?!"
"...Me? But I am literally twice your age and—"
"I don't care."
You gritted your teeth, and it actually startled him. His breath stutters when you grab the front of his coat and climb on his lap while in the backseat. His face flushed as his monocle nearly fell off. You sighed and began to grind on his lap.
"You're all that I want in this world"
your butler! HIROTSU RYUURO, who throws his head back with a moan while you were riding his cock on the backseat. The car was rocking side to side from how fiercely you slammed your hips up and down on his lap. His hair was a mess as he tried to catch his breath, but you keep stealing it away with how fucking gorgeous you looked with your tits out and your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. His gloved hands reached to grip your hips to keep himself grounded, shit, your pace was getting faster. You moaned and crashed forward to kiss him and slam your hips down one last time before he spills his cum inside of you, which incites your own orgasm as well. He feels you trailing kisses on his face as he inhales the smell of sex inside the car. You chuckled and rubbed your nose against his.
Covering the Famous Host Club! - at the mention of a controversial newspaper club having to disband, tamaki and the host club come to their aid to make a story! will the host club be able to help the newspaper club stay in business, or will such come at the cost of their own club?
Pairing - fem!reader x host club
A part of - ouran add in
"Welcome back," the familiar voices of the esteemed hosts echoed amongst the room.
The doors opened to show the Host Club dressed up in outfits from the Heian Era of Japanese history. They were gathered outside in the courtyard, a bright sun shining among them all with the beauty of blossoming flowers all about. Tamaki’s position for this club meeting was on a large red blanket. He lay down with another girl, resting her head on top of his chest.
"But we can't do this, Tamaki. There are so many girls who love you and if we get any closer, I'm afraid that they're all going to hate me for it," the young woman confessed. Tamaki wrapped his arms around her tighter, bringing her a bit closer to his frame.
"Princess, these beautiful hydrangeas will keep us hidden from the others; you don't need to worry," Tamaki reassured her as she blushed deeper from his actions. "For this moment, I belong to no one but you, my love. The spirits of the hydrangeas will keep our rendezvous a secret."
"Oh, Tamaki! I yearn to be with you!"
"Princess," Tamaki sat up, moving her position so that she now sat across from him.
Hikaru and Kaoru were currently playing a game of shell matching with their guests. Kaoru picked up two, trying to get them to fit, but they didn't.
"Sorry, Kaoru," the girls spoke together.
"No way! I lost again," Kaoru sighed sadly, while the girls giggled.
"Now go easy on him, princesses. Kaoru is quite the crybaby," Hikaru kindly warned them.
"Hikaru, that's not true! I am not a cry—"
"So you're going to deny it, huh? What about when the two of us are alone playing punishment games? Tell us what happens then, Kaoru." Hikaru moved closer, cupping the boy's chin while an apparent blush was all over his face.
"But that's because you—" Kaoru tried to speak but Hikaru just pushed his chin up more and dragged his fingers underneath it.
"Then what happens?! Tell me! I really wanna know!" The girls squealed.
"Wow, I never noticed the courtyard had such a lovely stream," Yuriko expressed, standing over by Kyoya and a few other ladies.
"It's called a yarimizu channel," Kyoya informed them. "It is said that during the Heian era, people would better experience the seasons by watching the petals or autumn leaves that drifted along the water. I had it specially made for all of you, hoping it would express my desire to spend all four seasons with you." Kyoya then pulled up a notebook. "So what do you say, ladies? This fall there's an autumn leaves tea party with a limited number of invitations."
"Sign me up!"
"Now watch as we work together to eat soba!" Honey and Mori were in a greatly different position, with Mori hunched behind Honey, a blanket covering his body, as only his arms peeked out. Honey's arms were underneath the blanket; both were pretending as if Mori’s arms were really connected to Honey's body. Yet it was not too successful of an experiment, as when Moris's arms went to try and move the food into Honey’s mouth, he continuously missed it, getting remnants of the food all over Honey's cheeks and falling onto his outfit.
"Oh, he's so cute!" The girls squealed.
"Here, Honey-senpai." Haruhi walked over and started wiping his face a little.
"Cuteness overload!" The girls continued to blush at the three having simple fun.
"Next the princess rushed over to save the knight; she was much stronger than she let on—" Y/n started to describe a story she read the other day to the two boys spending time with her.
"Shouldn't the knight rescue the princess?" A nearby girl piped up, taking a bite of some food on the table.
"I like your story, Y/n," a boy across from her encouraged.
"It seems awfully stupid that she can't recite a story right." Now another girl made her way over, joining the bashing the other was doing.
"Exactly, Yua," the young woman from earlier encouraged. "Who are you again?" The girl turned to look at Y/n with a disgusted expression present on her face.
“Not all stories are supposed to be the same.” Y/n faced over to them, gently placing out the book for one of them to grab. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the glare of a certain man getting increasingly more annoyed. “If that were the case, it would be greatly boring. I can lend you mine if you both would like to expand your palettes.” Her voice was kept in a cheerful manner, keeping the men across from being ignorant of its true meaning. With little stutters, the girls ventured back over to their former hosts, the twins, ignoring the offering of such a book.
“I see it was handled,” Kyoya voiced now next to where Y/n was at. “I thought maybe an expulsion would do.”
“Maybe a re-education.” Y/n looked up, both sharing a curt smile, even if one of them was not able to be seen. “Why don’t you boys look at the book on your own?” She handed it to one of them across from her, got up, and wandered over to the expressive garden.
"Kyoya-senpai,” her voice rang out, the man dutifully allowing his attention to follow it, “have you ever heard the fairytale regarding that one princess and flow—"
"Watch out, Y/n!" Tamaki yelled, while a ball was flying towards the back of her head at incredible speed. At the warning, she quickly ducked down yet Tamaki still rushed over and jumped on her—despite it being unneeded at that point.
"Hikaru! You came this close to snuffing out the light of Y/n's life!" Tamaki arose, dirtied from the ground with a fiery anger.
"I was fine," Y/n mumbled, lying dejected on the grass.
"Hey, it's your fault for not catching the ball in the first place, boss," Hikaru told Tamaki, he and his brother walking over.
"Yeah," Kaoru agreed. "Who knew that he'd be so bad at kemari? So much for him being the 'Genji of Ouran Academy.'”
"What?!" Tamaki yelled, stomping over to the boys in a childlike rage. The arguing was quick to commence, Y/n long forgotten as Tamaki heated up. The three soon enough commenced in their routine bickering as Mori snuck through to help the girl up. "You think so? Well, check this out! Starlight Kick!" Tamaki screamed with all his might, mustering up a fast speed and kicking the ball with all his might.
"What?!"
"So fast!"
"Take care of yourself," the twins bid the ball a farewell as the ball zoomed off into the far distance.
"Really, we're terribly sorry about that," Tamaki apologized. In trying to impress the twins and kicking the ball with such power, it had smashed through the window of the newspaper club, hitting the president in the head. Honey, Haruhi, and Mori worked on cleaning up the broken glass as Tamaki spoke to the injured man, one of his club members—Ukyo Chikage—holding an ice pack to his head. The twins' attentions were upon the numerous copies of newspapers, picking up some to read curiously, while Y/n and Kyoya silently observed the scene.
"Really no big deal," the newspaper club president tried to reassure him. "Could've happened to anyone, right? Just a ball flying through a window and hitting me upside the head—"
"Please accept our apology." Tamaki bowed again, pure embarrassment shrouding his features.
The president's eyes wandered to where Y/n and Kyoya stood, his expression lighting up as if a new idea had come to mind. "Ah, Takahashi Y/n. You have been quite popular with the club, correct?" The president smiled oddly at the girl.
"I have been a part of it for some time now," she answered hesitantly.
"Is there something else?" Kyoya stepped further, garnering the attention onto him.
"Well, I was thinking this works out perfectly. I was just thinking about approaching the Host Club about a cover story. Interested?"
"I didn't know we had a Newspaper Club," Haruhi mentioned, sitting beside Honey.
"It's more gossip rag than newspaper," Hikaru explained, pulling over some of the newspapers in order to show the girl.
"Yeah, like a trashy tabloid," Kaoru added. "It's filled with stories about scandalous love affairs, family power struggles, and junk like that.”
"It’s just a lame gossip rag that specializes in stirring up scandal," Hikaru went on.
"Everyone knows it's all lies, so nobody reads it anymore," the twins stated, scrutinizing glares finding themselves upon the president.
"You know, I guess we have kind of lost sight of the truth because we've been so worried about drawing in more readers," Akira admitted. "It's a shame we're just now realizing our error, now that the paper is at risk," Tamaki gasped at his mention, viewing the saddened expression upon a fellow president's face at the possible loss. "We finally realized what we should have been reporting to the students of Ouran." He stood up, soon followed by the other two members, and then bowed. "Help us, please. For our last paper of this semester, we'd like to do an up-close special edition revealing the charms of Ouran's Host Club members. I'm begging you; without your help our club will close."
"You can count on us," Tamaki smiled. "On behalf of the Host Club I accep-"
"We have to decline," Kyoya smiled kindly, shoving Tamaki out of frame with his shoulder.
"But Kyoya! He got hurt because of me!" Tamaki exclaimed, throwing up his arms behind the man. "What's the big deal? Huh?"
"Sorry, we have a policy prohibiting us from sharing personal information with anyone other than our guests. But we'd be more than happy to pay any medical expenses related to your injury."
"And another thing, what makes you think we'd want to help you spread more rumors and gossip? We’ve got a reputation to uphold and you’d just ruin it," Kaoru scoffed.
"Besides, you guys cause a lot of trouble for other people. And who wants to get mixed up with that?" Hikaru added, shrugging his shoulders while Haruhi rolled her eyes at their statements.
"I understand." Akira sat down in defeat. "Well, I guess you really can't erase the sins of the past, can you? People won't even give you the opportunity to try and redeem yourself." He squeezed the handles of the chair before a large wail erupted from him. "Oh! My head is killing me!"
"President!" The other members quickly gathered at his sides.
"President!" they repeated, arms reaching for the man's side in concern.
“I guess all we can do at this point is disband with grace.”
"No! You don't have to. You can always make a fresh start," Tamaki tried to encourage them, deeply moved by their emotions (ones that seemingly disappeared once Tamaki spoke). "We'll help. We will rally the power of our Host Club and we can reestablish the Newspaper Club together!"
"Well, count us out," the twins were quick to mention, Tamaki looking now as if he were stabbed in the heart.
"You're way too trusting, boss,” Hikaru critiqued, he and his brother taking Haruhi in their hold and heading towards the door. "We can't just go along with everything you do forever."
"Yeah, we've had enough," Kaoru agreed.
"We're leaving too, Tamaki," Kyoya spoke up, turning towards the door with Y/n, Mori, and Honey all following him. "We're holding an evaluation meeting, mostly about you."
"Hold it!" Tamaki spoke up seriously, the Host Club members stopping in their tracks. "How can you be so heartless? These men are about to lose their club. Don't you feel sorry for them? Their family is breaking up!" Tamaki turned around to face the rest of the club, tears in his eyes, while the other club acted sad. "As your president, I demand you help them! And that is a direct order!"
Y/n looked back at Tamaki’s emotional expression. Something that was very admirable about the host was the empathy and emotion he would share with others, yet that was not working for most of them. "We're not going to do it," Kyoya and the twins deadpanned, Kyoya now pulling Y/n’s wrist to follow as they all exited.
Back in Music Room 3, Tamaki was playing with a ball all alone. He used his pointer finger to roll it back and forth, isolated away from the other members. Kyoya, Haruhi, the twins, and Y/n just stared over at the president, who was acting depressed at the moment.
"Well, he's obviously upset with us," Hikaru noted.
"Yeah, he hasn't even changed clothes," Kaoru added.
"I hate it when he ignores us when we're right in front of him. He's such a child," Kyoya mentioned.
"Nah," Honey disagreed. "Tama-chan's just a lonely guy, you know?"
"A club is like a family," Tamaki whispered. "Their family's about to be broken up. I feel sorry for them."
"I hate to give in, but would it really be that bad to help out with their newspaper?" Haruhi wondered, turning to look at Y/n and Kyoya.
"Hey, since when are you taking his side?" Hikaru questioned.
"Since never. Just listen, okay? I know any moment now he's going to look over here with those puppy-dog eyes he uses when he wants something and none of us will be able to say no and so he'll win."
"Let me guess, you're speaking from experience, aren't you?" The twins chimed in.
"Well, he does pull it often," Y/n observed, hiding her smile from the mention of his childlike actions.
"Besides, maybe I'm wrong, but isn't this the kind of thing you guys usually go for?" Haruhi inquired.
"Well, no," the twins spoke. "This seems like more trouble than it's worth."
"What about you, Honey-senpai?"
"Count me out. I have this cake to eat, and Takashi sticks with me, right?" Honey answered, while Mori grunted in agreement.
The five stood, watching Tamaki peer over with his iconic puppy dog eyes. "Those are the eyes," Haruhi sighed, knowing she was going to give in.
"Puppy dog eyes," the twins added, now moving away to not fall in the trap. He looked over once again, staring right at Y/n.
"Ah, Tamaki," she sighed, lightly slapping her face while he let out a little whine. "I just—I just don't know." He did the look again, and she gave him a look of defeat, turning to Kyoya.
"There will be some conditions," he told Tamaki, sharing a look of concern with Y/n. Tamaki propped up excitedly, a little bark exiting his lips. "The outline for their article will be submitted by us. Interviews are strictly prohibited. And it is vital that our client's identities be kept confidential. Do we agree?"
Kyoya was one who knew the hidden attitudes that different people or groups worked to hide, but he also knew the good-hearted and determined nature of his friend. Therefore, with a sigh he began to write and turned towards the others for their vocal confirmation.
"Well, if you think it's cool, Kyoya-senpai, then we do too." The twins nodded in agreement.
"I'll do it since Kyo-chan says it's okay," Honey spoke up, munching on his cake.
"You know what you are doing, Kyoya-senpai," Y/n voiced, turning towards him. "So, you have my vote." She nudged his shoulder and he looked down a little, smiling the tiniest bit.
"That's the shadow king for you," Haruhi muttered.
"Though, there is one more thing I must do before we begin. Y/n, I would like to speak to you for a moment," Kyoya spoke, taking her arm softly and dragging her away.
"Of course!" The president of the Newspaper Club beamed. "If you allow us to cover you, we promise to observe your conditions."
"Well then, you may start tomorrow," Kyoya informed them.
"Excellent!"
"Is your bump feeling better?" Y/n inquired on Kyoya's side.
"Oh, that? Don't you worry, pretty lady; it's no big deal. I hardly feel it anymore," he reassured her. "I owe a lot to this bump, because without it, we'd never have come together for this article."
"That's true, but we're still very sorry it happened. I brought you a little something, as an apology of sorts," Kyoya told them, opening up the first aid kit.
"Thank you, I appreciate it. I really appreciate getting to truly meet you all too." The president's eyes stayed a little too long on the two ahead.
"No problem," Kyoya quickly said. "Please excuse us." He grabbed Y/n's hand this time, turning around to leave.
"Oh, it just dawned on me," Akira said, causing the two to stop in their tracks at his comment. "Your family runs the Ootori Group, right? They manufacture medical equipment, don't they?"
"We mostly deal with hospital management," Kyoya explained, gripping Y/n's hand a little tighter, which made her look up in confusion.
"And Y/n, the Takahashis work in the technological field; did you assist in such a high-quality kit?" There was an eerie pause, a new feeling being cast over the room. “I'm so glad that we'll be working together. My father is a president too, of the Komatsuzawa Publishing firm."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that. So being president of the Newspaper Club is your way of preparing to take over the family company?"
"Well yes, to an extent, but I have a younger brother. He's a bright young man; my father is very proud of him, you see. So now my father has decided to turn future management of the company over to my younger brother, thereby passing over me, the eldest son, the firstborn," he expressed, clenching his fists. "However, if I'm able to finish my third year at Ouran Academy as the president of a successful Newspaper Club, I think he may reconsider my candidacy as his successor."
"Well," Y/n whispered to herself, taking a breath to gather herself. “We wish you good luck.”
"Well, I hope you understand, I cannot allow this club to fall apart, no matter what. Luck or not."
"Please excuse us." They finally stepped out the door, looking confusingly at each other.
"The Daruma doll fell over!" Tamaki yelled, quickly turning around to try and catch the rest of the Host Club while they were walking.
Their club was currently outside, indulging in some fun games. Yet for these activities the Host Club also had the newspaper club observing and taking pictures for their club.
"The Daruma doll fell ovvv-er!" He continued to repeat it a few times, trying to catch his friends in the act of moving. "I saw you move, Hikaru and Kaoru!" He claimed, shaking his hand at the twins.
"President, what on earth are we witnessing?" A member of the fellow club asked.
"Could it be some kind of new religion?" The other member wondered.
"Why are you asking me? How the hell should I know!"
"I can tell you!" Y/n wandered over with excitement. "It's a type of commoners' game; it doesn't require any money and can be quite enjoyable." The woman shared with the men that it was known, similar to Tamaki, she had a soft spot for learning and indulging in different commoner activities. Since she had lived a more isolated life up until meeting the host club, there were all new excitements to learn and different facts about her friends that she found most enjoyable.
"There is a wide variety of them too; all you need are friends to play with," Tamaki added, popping up to Y/n, his hands out and eyes sparkling.
"And what does this have to do with our coverage of the Host Club?" The Newspaper Club president asked, agitated.
"You need to learn friendliness!" Tamaki pointed his finger at him, his emotions doing a one-eighty. "Y/n has even gotten better."
"Hey!" the girl scowled.
"If you want to clear the negative reputation of the Newspaper Club and attempt to capture the hearts of your readers, you must try to be more down-to-earth! I can just imagine the headlines now: 'The Handsome Boys and Girl of the Host Club Enjoy Commoners' Games!' With pictures of us frolicking in the scenery of early summer. It would be the perfect facelift for your front page! And it gives you the chance to show a certain commoner is happier now, reliving his childhood with us! "Tamaki finished, feeling proud of his vision of the newspaper and glancing over excitedly to Haruhi.
"But president," one of the boys muttered. "I don't think I understand what he's saying."
"Are you sure that this guy isn't just a complete idiot?" The other member chimed in.
"Don't let your guard down just yet. This is all part of his strategy; we need to learn more about Y/n and Tamaki." The president told them, his eyes falling upon Haruhi. "The commoner in question is perfect."
"Why can't this be over?" Haruhi complained.
"You're Fujioka, right?" The president walked up, with his notebook and pen ready. "You wouldn't mind if I asked you a few questions, would you?"
"Um, sure."
"So, why did you join the host club?"
"Well, um, honestly I joined because I was forced to."
"You're also an honor student here on a scholarship, correct?"
"Um, yeah, I am."
"So, in other words, the fact that you’re a member of this club is just another example of how the Suou family likes to flaunt their power?"
"Say what?" Haruhi gawked at him.
"Now if you would, please tell me some details about Tamaki's dark side." He moved closer to her face, looking her straight in the eyes. "If you can help me out here, I just might be able to set you free."
"Sorry but as far as I can tell, he doesn't have a dark side."
"That can't be right," he scoffed. "You expect me to believe a group of high schoolers actually enjoys playing these childish games?"
"I don't think it's that weird," Haruhi told him, Y/n walking over.
"Haruhi, are you going to join us? Tamaki-senpai wants all of us to play, and if you aren't, then I'm out," Y/n interrupted, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the other members.
"Now we're playing kankeri!" Tamaki announced. There was a soda can on the grass, a prop used for their next activity. “And you're 'it,' okay, Kyoya?"
"If I must," the man in question sighed, pushing up his glasses.
"Starlight Kick!" Tamaki yelled, kicking the can once again with a professional football player's strength, leaving it to zoom off into the distance, nearly hitting the newspaper club's president once again.
"If you honestly think I'm going to fall for the same trick again," the Host Club members started running off, not to be caught by Kyoya. But the Newspaper Club president just kept speaking. "You've got another thing comi—" He was cut short by the can hitting the tree and being sent back, hitting the back of his head.
"President!"
"Damn it!" The hurt male got up, his 'friends' helping him stand. "You'll pay for this, Suou Tamaki."
Tamaki grabbed Y/n's hand, starting to guide her as they ran off into the garden.
"Come on, Y/n!" He encouraged her, picking up his pace with an energetic and thrilled look on his features; it seemed he was truly enjoying life.
"Tamaki-senpai, wait, we need Haruhi." The girl waved her hands frantically to the other one, gesturing her to come and join the two in their hiding.
It was not long until Tamaki’s rushed running into the maze and lack of knowledge on where he was really going led them to an unfamiliar area.
“Did you get us lost, senpai?” Haruhi queried, an annoyed expression now on her features as Y/n tried to look around for any identifiable clues. “We are lost, aren’t we?” The girl looked over at Y/n.
“Look, Haruhi, Y/n, I found a great hiding place over here!” Tamaki called out from some distance ahead, motioning towards an entrance to a stone gazebo, vines filled with roses all about it.
“So, we are stranded until somebody finds us,” Haruhi observed, sitting beside Y/n, her in the middle. “Great. It is a good thing you made Kyoya-senpai ‘it’”
“It is not so bad.” Y/n leaned her head upon Haruhi’s shoulder. “It is a nice day and this place is really beautiful.”
“It is nice,” Haruhi softly agreed, “but, you know, I never thought I’d be playing these silly games again once I got into high school.”
“Don’t you think this is fun?” Tamaki wondered, leaning his head to now fall upon Y/n’s shoulder as the two watched Haruhi in her thoughts, reminiscing on her past.
“I guess. But I haven’t played any of this stuff since I was an elementary student.”
“Yeah, I see.” He sat up, Y/n following suit. “It is new to us, though.” The boy looked over at Y/n with a tender smile. “When I was growing up, I never really had any friends that were my age. My mother would get sick very easily. I was always worried about her so I didn’t go out and play much. Instead I would do my best to cheer her up. I’d always sit beside her and play the piano.”
“It was important for my father that I stayed inside; I had a similar experience where I did not have many friends. My brother was always off with a different independence than I was ever awarded,” Y/n shared. “I think that is why now, especially Tamaki and I, really enjoy these silly games.”
“It’s a lot of fun,” Tamaki agreed, smiling largely at the two. “We should do this again sometime.”
“I think so too,” Haruhi nodded.
"I'm writing the article." The Newspaper Club members rushed after a fuming president, the plan already set in place despite possible consequences.
"But wait, Mr. President," his member Ukyo tried to stop him.
"It's too dangerous to write gossip about the Suou!" The other member, Sakyo, reminded him. "You don't have any evidence, sir!"
"Who needs evidence?" The president bit his thumb nervously. "All I have to do is expose him and everyone will see it! If I set my mind to it, I can imagine any number of articles that would cause a commotion among the idiots at this academy." Now landing outside of their club room. "I'm going to expose Tamaki for the twit he is." He pushed open the door.
The twins were situated on top of a desk, sitting beside each other, having heard the newspaper president's declaration.
"Hm," Hikaru hummed.
"So, we were right all along," Kaoru observed.
"You two," the president muttered in disgust.
"Well, I guess it was pretty obvious," Hikaru realized.
"The boss is the only one who hasn't caught on yet," Kaoru added. "He must be really dense when it pertains to anything about himself."
"I should warn you, if you threaten him, there will be consequences," Hikaru notified them.
"Are you ready to have the Hitachins and every other club member's family as your enemy?"
"I knew it! You're nothing but lackeys!" the president claimed, pointing his finger at them. "Tamaki's holding his parents' power over all of you.”
"That's not true," Honey commented from behind him, hugging Usa-chan. "We don't hang out with Tama-chan because of his parents. We love him; we all like being with him. That's why we choose to be here."
"He may be a hopeless idiot, but even so," Kyoya spoke up from a different desk. Now all of them were thinking back on how they got invited to join the group.
"I'll get you all! It's not just about him anymore. I'll write an article that will ruin all of you!" The president of the Newspaper Club yelled, rushing to his desk.
"Go ahead, be my guest," Kyoya encouraged. "Although," he picked up the medical kit he gave earlier, tapping the bottom and pulling out a disk. "What do you think we should do about this little disk? You see, it's been here since yesterday. And it recorded everything," Kyoya finished.
"President! Just give up already!" One of the members pleaded to him, the president in question dropping to his knees as Kyoya walked closer to him.
"Let me explain it to you in terms you can understand. You would do well to remember that the Otori Group and the Hitachiin family alone own enough stock to remove your father from his position as president of the Komatsuzawa Publishing Firm. However, we would never do something like that; we are not like you. What we strive for is fundamentally different."
"I found you," Kyoya spoke, the whole Host Club beside him as they peered at the three.
"What happened with the Newspaper Club?" Tamaki asked while they started walking out of the maze.
"They had to cancel; something came up," the twins told him.
"Do you think they might start working with more respectable articles now?” Y/n winked over at Kyoya, remembering the earlier plan.
“I believe that is exactly what they will be choosing,” Kyoya confirmed, a knowing grin growing on his lips.
“Maybe they’ll get by without having to shut down,” the twins observed.
"Oh really? That's good news,” Tamaki smiled.
"Let's hurry back to the club room and eat some cake!" Honey beamed on top of Mori's shoulders.
"That does sound good!" Tamaki agreed. "Cake! Cake!" He cheered alongside the boy.
"Kyoya-senpai, I was wondering, is the Suou family really that big of a deal around here, and the Takahashis?"
"Well, the foundation of the Suou family business lies in corporate finance, but they do have some extensive real estate as well. The Takahashi's are mostly known for working in the electronic field, making different devices and technology for Japan and all around the world. The Suous also dabble in school management."
"I didn't know that. What school?" Haruhi queried.
"Why Ouran Academy? You've been here long enough that you should at least know what the chairman of the school board's name is. You know, if you think about it, you're able to attend school here because of the financial aid you receive from Tamaki's family." Kyoya explained to her.
"Oh,"
"The Takahashis—most of your appliances are probably from them; they make products geared towards all classes, some more affordable for commoners and others aimed towards the elites. They provide different materials to the students in need as well. You should be grateful to them both."
"Haruhi!" Y/n called to her, standing beside Tamaki. "Are you coming? I still have to tell you what happens next in chapter thirty-four."
“You have to hurry up or we are going to leave you!” Tamaki chimed in.
"Coming!"
"Hate for you to be out here, lost again, calling out for me like a damsel in distress," Y/n joked, nudging Haruhi's shoulder. "That could be fun actually."
"Huh?"
former chapter - Honey's Three Bitter Days! >> next chapter - The Refreshing Battle of Karuizawa!
an: i am sorry this took foreverrrr, also- i have been reciveing some criticism, which is okay (actually in one I learned something so thank you) but I would like to respond to one in particular. someone said y/n is more like an oc, and maybe that is true. to write fanfiction that is to fully represent everyone is impossible, of course I will not be able to truly portray you bevause you are you! i do not know your quirks and interests. i try to generalize most, but obviously to write someone like a love interest you have to try for a personality. the main thing i try is not to not be too discriptive about physical features! take that as you will and thank you for reading <3
🤎Dazai has always had a tendeny to be a bit more theatrical and all that intensifies when he is around you. As you cannot hear or at least can hardly hear, Dazai develops a tendency to express his own emotions through excessive and exaggerated use of facial expressions and body language. If he at the very least would shut up about it, Kunikida would be somewhat content. For some reason Dazai continues talking though even though you are deaf, each word slow and dragged out so that you have a chance of reading his lips. That being said, Dazai does love sneaking up on you and hovering behind you without you noticing him for a while. It makes stalking a whole lot easier as he only has to stay out of your line of vision to avoid getting caught as you tend to not even hear him when you walk through more isolated parts of the town and he is the only one around. And how could he deny his belladonna her passion of dancing? As possessive as he can get, Dazai doesn't hold you back from practicing ballet. Instead he's surprisingly supportive as he even helps you practicing in his own messy apartment. However, he can get somewhat jealous at times when he realises others gawking at you during your performances.
Mori Ougai
🍷Your disability is far more endearing to the mafioso than it should be precisely because it gives Mori an advantage he loves to use against you. It is very amusing how he is able to take calls about bloody business and have them in your presence, talking quick on purpose so you are only able to catch fragments of the conversation which often lead you to doubt your own abilities to read lips due to some words you believe you catch. Whenever you ask him about it afterwards, he merely signals you that you must have misread him. He plays that game for quite a while until he decides to end it as he would like to claim you permanently for himself now, writing you a letter detailing his true profession as well as his plans for the future which include you. It's so adorable watching the terror slowly wash over you as you reas through everything. However, he is very adamant that you continue your little performances though now with only him and Elise as your only audience. After all he has ordered such lovely outfits for you and he would love nothing more than see you dance for him in every single one of them. If you choose to act difficult he loves to confuse you by uttering threats you cannot make out, only enhancing your unease.
Nakahara Chuuya
🟠Dear God, Chuuya can certainly be a bit too much at times. He already has a terrible overprotective streak going on but obviously with you being unable to hear, this only becomes much worse. Somehow you have a feeling that he seems to confuse your deafness with a full inability to live a normal life which is more insulting than soothing as he treats you as if you would shatter like porcelain otherwise. You don't like how he always insists on accompanying you or how you always have to communicate with him by sending him messages when he is busy with his job. It feels like you're being treated like a child when in reality you are still capable of leading a normal life even with your disability. You have this type of conversation often with Chuuya and he always apologises and pampers you with gifts only to repeat the same behavior soon after as if unable to act differently. The only time where you feel like he is actually letting you have some autonomy is when you are doing ballet. Just for those moments it feels like Chuuya is actually being able to recognise that you can do things like everyone else can despite your deafness. Your performances are so utterly enamoring and he definitely asks you in private if you could perform for only him.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
🍎In his own worldview your deafness may as well be considered a reason why you are less tainted than most other people. You can hear no evil which gives you a certain pureness others simply do not have. However, it also makes you more vulnerable which thrills Fyodor almost in his sadistic ways. Obviously he has to lock you away and hide you to prevent you from being tainted by sin still as it seems to be human nature to do so yet his isolation doesn't mean safety. Not when he feels the need to torment you to keep you from ever turning into the very evil he has to cleanse the world of. However, his terrifyingly gentle behavior whilst inflicting such pain upon you is its own kind of terror. He speaks slow and even patiently repeats himself, giving you a chance to read his lips. He learns sign language or simply grabs your hand to draw letters on your palm with his cold fingers. He needs you to understand his words after all. Your skills in ballet captivate him though and soon you are forced to dance for him for hours on end. Ballet is a beautiful form of art after all and if you are too occupied with ballet, you cannot have sinful thoughts. So perform for him whilst he guides your movements with his cello until you nearly collapse.
Jouno Saigiku
♦️One more joke from Teruko's side about how the two of you are indeed two lacking peas in a pod and Jouno is going to forget that she is his Vice-Captain. However, even he cannot deny the irony of being blind himself and falling in love with you who happens to be deaf. He has never been forced to adjust quite as much before as with you being deaf come new challenges. He certainly doesn't mind scaring you at times but as he has been trained to always approach quietly, you always get startled when he appears seemingly out of nowhere which leads him to have to announce his presence somehow by stomping so that you can sense the vibrations. He has to speak slowly and even repeat himself so that you can read his lips which requires patience he never had to use before as people normally immediately follow his commands. The sense of touch and body language becomes much more important as he can't see and you can't hear. Personally he doesn't mind most of the times to allow you to continue to perform ballet though he can get certainly bitter at times. Whenever Teruko praises your performances or Tetchou talks about your skills, Jouno feels disgustingly close to jealous because he cannot see.
Suehiro Tetchou
🌸Tetchou truly only means well but he tends to give you the impression that he thinks of you as more incapable due to you being deaf. His own teammate is blind yet when you bring that up to him, he brushes it off. Jouno is different after all. He isn't you. You're lovable and soft. It's this mindset which leads him to be much more protective of you as a result and he may not even realise initially how his behavior makes you feel like you are less. Your one big advantage is that you can openly communicate with Tetchou about most things which includes his behavior, leading him to apologise and promise to try to be less overbearing. Due to your inability to hear sounds, Tetchou begins to get louder somewhat. He stomps on the ground so that you can notice him when he walks towards you and he begins to idly trace letters on your arms or your back with his fingers as a form of communication. Your hobby to perform ballet is one he supports as he may even try to use his influence to score you main roles in plays you audition for though he doesn't tell you this. He can only pray that he can make time in his schedule for your performances too. Otherwise he is going to sulk for quite a while after which you can only soothe by performing for him.
Nikolai Gogol
🕊️Gosh, aren't you just sweet enough to eat up? Quite obviously someone as performative as Nikolai would find your deafness very cute. His whole personality relies on performances and quizzes though he considers himself caring enough to modify his games so you too won't miss out on the fun he provides you with. Sure, this may include spelling things out in big bloody letters but it would be much more cruel of him to leave you out of his fun, wouldn't it? His theatrical antics are multiplied as he really wants to convey his messages to you which in return only turn out more gruesome and bloody as a result as the horror of sound is taken away from you which leads him to amp up the horror he can make you fell through your remaining senses. Though he supposes that it is fun that he can just sneak up on you and frighten you every single time either by pressing a harmless kiss on your cheek or suddenly holding you at knife point. Both is fun. However, never accuse him of not supporting your passion of ballet. Look! He even prepares entire stages for you! He even gathers co-stars though the only true star is going to be you by the end of every performance. After all you will be the only one still alive by the end of the stage play.
Sigma
☁️As a man brimming with insecurities, Sigma manages to always find his own flaws everywhere. After all here he is, positively panicking most of the times whilst you are deaf and still manage to be in such control of your life and your surroundings. God, he really is pathetic. With your deafness come the sleepless nights though he spends studying this disability and how to accurately behave. He even learns sign language in record time because he skips sleep all of the time though it definitely is worth it when he notices how pleasantly surprised you are when he uses it. He speaks slowly and always repeats himself when it looks like you didn't read his lips properly, even carries around paper and pen so he can scribble something down to have you understand things easier. Even through those insecurities he still finds himself isolating you and trapping you in his casino out of that lingering paranoia that someday something will happen to you and you won't hear it coming. Out of guilt he lets you continue ballet though even if he doesn't want to let you perform in front of others. Whether out of fear that you'll be targeted or a simple jealousy of allowing others to admire you and adore you is up for discussion. You can have your stage but no audience.
