: ̗̀➛ ⌜🌹⌟ Ouran High |·| K-9 HOST
FanFiction [Kyoya x Male!Oc]
ˋ°•*⁀➷ Presents. . .
Yuuto lived with his mother after losing his father due to mysterious circumstances. He lived a life of family traditions and...
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When Yuuto next went to school he avoided everyone like they were the plague. Anyone from the host club including Kyoya was seen as a threat to him, people that would harm him or cause him more hurt. It wasn't like they were the only people he avoided, ladies from the host club were avoided additionally, anyone else was also avoided.
Before it was just being around people that caused his panic and anxiety, after the last run in with his mother just the sight of people made him feel like he was going to pass out. Yuuto became someone he never thought he would be, someone who observed every detail, the sight of people, where their eyes were focused, where he stepped, exactly where people were, each door that was open for lessons, each staircase that people used, and most important detail to him was the clock.
As soon as the bell rang, Yuuto practically ran from his corner seat that he moved back to once he decided he didn't want to see anyone from the host club, that included the twins and Haruhi. He grabbed his bag and did his best to sprint to the library where separate smaller study rooms could be used by students, his fingers dug into his stomach which was in severe pain after the kick he received from his mother who had dug her heel into his stomach area, amongst many other kicks to the chest and abdomen.
His mind became distorted, constantly running a million miles a minute. He jumped from one thought to another and he barely listened to the professors anymore. He was too busy thinking about other things that people's voices became hums of just random noises. His sleep became nonexistent and studying just wasn't the most important thing in his mind.
He rushed down the hallways, bag held against his chest, hands hooked around the black collar which was too tight and was scratching at his skin but he just didn't care. He continued to move, dodging person after person until he heard a familiar voice - Honey. Again. It was always honey.
"Yuu-Chan!"
No. Keep moving, stay away! I'm fine, just fine, it's okay, keep going. Ignore him. He's not your friend. No ones your friend. They're liars! Deceivers! Stupid, stay away. Friends don't exist!
Yuuto gulped down something that didn't exist and shook his head defiantly. He made a quick turn on the balls of his feet before running straight past them. He didn't want to speak to them, so as much as they tried to communicate with Him Yuuto just flat out ignored them. He ran, avoiding the staircases, straight to the library.
"Yuu-Chan? Takashi, Yuu-Chan doesn't look well,"
"Yeah,"
"He looked sad... And panicked..."
"Mhm,"
"Yuu-Chan looked hurt again..."
"Right,"
Yuuto finally arrived to the extra study rooms that were in the library, all of his books were spread out on the table, his bag tossed on another chair while he was busy locking the study room door. His focus was elsewhere. His back slid down the door and then he pulled his legs to his chest, holding them tightly as tears pooled in his eyes.
