"Welcome To Ouran!" (OHSHC x Reader)

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You hurried around your room, quickly trying to pack your belongings into your school bag. You said you were going to pack it last night, but here you are, running in your bright yellow dress panicking. As you pay for your procrastination, let me introduce you to yourself. You are (Y/N) (L/N), the daughter of the CEO who is currently running UbiGames. Please don't mistake it for UbiSoft, considering that UbiGames is ten times better.

You are 15, going into your first year of high school, and what better school to go to than Ouran Academy? The school known for carrying some of the richest children in Japan. Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time there. You were the youngest of four siblings, but you would be the one to carry on the business. Your parents always allowed you and your siblings the freedom of choosing what you want to do with your lives.

Your eldest brother owned his own tech company. He's always been in love with computers and laptops, so why not make a company surrounding around his passion?

Your second oldest brother created his own clothing line. It became really popular in America and Japan considering those are the main countries where it's advertised. Sometimes he even gives you some free clothes!

Your older sister became a famous hairstylist, very known for creating show stopping hair styles that help compliment celebrities and their outfits. She used to use you as her personal practice dummy when you were both younger. She's also the reason why you're so knowledgeable in trendy hairstyles.

And you, finally, were the one to take the seat as UbiGames' chairwoman when the time came. Your parents always saw you were a creative individual who loved video games. You grew up watching your second oldest brother play and moved onto watching people online play. Your father trusts that you will be the one to take UbiGames to it's peak.

But until then you were just a regular rich kid who is currently late for school.

You stumbled into your limousine, slightly stepping on your dress, and began chewing on the plain waffle you grabbed from the mansion's kitchen. One of your maids insisted that you sat down for a while and ate some actual food, but you were too late already. You let out a huff as you dunked into your seat and put on your seatbelt.

"I'm sure the school will understand your dilemma Ms. (L/N), please don't stress too much.", your limo driver tried to reassure you. "I appreciate the reassurance Mr.Izunoka, but I only have myself to blame and I need to take accountability for my own procrastination."

The driver , now known to be named Izunoka, silently nodded his head and drove away from the (L/N) manor.

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