Its been two and a half years since Machiko Haninozuka has been home. She begged to leave after her mother passed, unable to live in the space she once occupied. Now that she's home, and gets roped into being the Host Clubs "Chameleon", what kind of...
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Hey Everyone!
Just to let you know, I know this picture doesn't have brown eyes, but please imagine that she does! This is the closest thing I could find 😅😭. I also don't own this picture and all rights go to the artist! (the artist was NOT tagged in the photo, so I don't know who it belongs to...)
Also, in reference to Haruhi's pronouns: I will be using she/her to refer to Haruhi between the characters point of view. In the anime, Haruhi has stated that they didn't really care, and I think it's important for the boys and to the storyline.
Thank you for reading,
Crying_Happiness 💛
Miko
The wheels of my suitcase clacked against the tiles as I walked through the crowded airport. I kept my steps slow, for each one felt as though a hammer was being driven into my chest.
It had been two and a half years since I had been home- two and half years since the presence of my mother's death sent me to England.
I remember walking around the family manor almost like a zombie and staring into the room Mama died in for hours on end, feeling the need to escape, but my body feeling too heavy to do so.
I finally begged Papa to let me leave. Mama's missing presence was getting too heavy to bear, and the sense of fleeing became overwhelming. He reluctantly agreed after I had missed school for three weeks.
I don't know if I had gotten over my grief, however; last year, I made myself a promise- a promise that I would return home and attend high school at Ouran Academy.
I was done running, and I knew that this was what Mama would have wanted.
"You're going to be okay, Machiko" I said to myself, stopping my trek through the crowd and pressing the fingers of my free hand to my chest. I pointed my head downwards, trying to focus on my breath. "Everything is going..."
"Miko-chan!" A voice yelled over the clatter of the crowd, making me snap my head up. A familiar smile and head of blonde hair was flying through the air towards me, soaring over the stunned crowd.
I quickly dropped my bag and walked ahead a few steps, stretching my arms out to catch the small boy.
His momentum spun us a few times as he fell into my arms. I gripped him as tight he was holding onto me, neither of us wanting to let go of the other.
Mitsukuni and I went most of our lives being mistaken for twins. We had the same colored hair and eyes, and with me being taller than him, people didn't believe he was a little older than I was.
"Hi Onii-chan" I said as he dug his face into my shirt. I petted the back of his head, soaking in the comfort that I felt by the hug. "What are you doing here?"
