OHSHC x Reader Short Stories

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Ever since I ended this story, I have noticed more views. Anyways, here's a brand new update. A full length additional story that may or may not have 4-5 chapters.

I stood at the bottom of the grand staircase. It was my first day, halfway through the fall season and I was glad that my uniform wasn't as heavy as I thought they were. The layers were light and thin, the fabric was cooling and it was very comfortable.

I looked around at the ladies who didn't bother to spare me a glance. Perhaps it was my height, or my hair but I was used to this.

All because I'm a sour-faced gangster-thug. I mean, I look very handsome for a lady. My shoulders were broad and fairly muscular. I couldn't help my genes, my father was a professional boxer and my mother was one of the most famous fitness coaches in the world.

I inherited my father's face, my mother's hair and both of their bodies. Unfortunately though, I have no feminine features. I have no curves,. unless we count my muscular tone. A perfect mix of beauty and beastly features. I already made a name for myself as a yoga and self defense instructor.

I began to walk my way up these short stairs, thinking about what I was planning on doing for the next half hour. I could go find my classroom, but then what? I began to walk around the school. My hair was short, as to not get in my way while practicing, and it did not really help with my face. If anything, I looked manlier than most men.

I wondered if people thought I was doing drag. The thought made me smile a bit to myself. I came across the music rooms. I heard sounds coming from the first two, so I entered the quiet third one hoping to try out some of the instruments before school started.

Once the door shut, my eyed adjusted to the bright lights. 7 people stood around in a circle, seemingly in a meeting.

"Hello, princess?" They said in a very questionable manner.

Well this is awkward, "Is there an Electric Guitar here?" I asked them, looking at the wall and scanning the room.

"You must be the new student. Well, this is the Host Club's room. Have you heard of us where you came from?"

I shook my head. This was strange, way too strange for my first day of public school ever. Even though this is a private academy. I was homeschooling up until my parents decided I needed some friends.

"This is y/n y/l/n from ## district. My father has been in a deal with her family since 20XX," the familiar glasses faced ravenette guy said. That was Kyoya, he was over at my house once but I was too busy practicing to do more than acknowledge him.

I nodded firmly and found the hidden doors on the edge of the walls. It was just past the group of people. Maybe I should just leave. I can come check here later, after school.

"She's looking for an Electric Guitar guys, I don't really think we should waste her time," the small boyish looking girl said. A lightbulb went off in my head. Though I could tell it was a girl because I look like a guy, how could anyone be confused? She was pretty, but she was wearing a men's uniform. I wish I had a men's uniform.

I smiled at the girl, in thanks, and backed away. "Never mind." I walked back towards the door. As I turn to leave, my dress gets caught and a rip is heard. My dress was torn in the most obvious way.

I turned around and put my arm across my waist. "I think I tore my dress. Where can I find a replacement?"

"Kyoya, find this woman a uniform," the tall blonde said to Kyoya. The raven haired teen merely turned and made his way to a wall, he disappeared and reappeared with a clothes bag.

"Let me get my card. Charge it to there," I pulled out a black credit card and handed it to Kyoya as he handed me the uniform. "Is there a..."

"The changing room is over here, I'll take you," the brown haired girl walked over to me and looked me in the eyes. I wasn't expecting anyone to come close to me, much less make direct eye contact with me.

"Thank you," I followed her to a curtained area behind a door.

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The male uniform was a perfect fit. The dress was great and all but I was never forced to wear a dress my entire life. This was a great feeling for me, I could relax my shoulders without fear of breaking the seams.

I stepped out of the room, and to my surprise, it was empty. I headed over to one of the hidden doors and searched for the Electric Guitar. I know that class was going to start soon but I really want to see if they even have one here.

After the third room, I finally found a beautiful rose gold Electric Guitar with red accents. I found the Amp and tuner and put them right next to the exit of the room.

A chime echoed the hallways, they became empty and I headed off towards any direction to find my classroom.

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I walked into the classroom and to my astonishment, I seen a dark hair and blonde haired duo that were familiar. The homeroom teacher asked me to stand up front and as he talked, I scanned the room. The only empty seat was against the window in the front. Right in front of the teachers seating area.

"... please say something about yourself..."

"My name is y/n y/l/n, I am 16 years old and I have never been to a school before. Please take care of me," I say before the teacher pointed to my seat and began the lesson.

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