Living In My Sister's Shadow [OHSHC]

Chapter 8

*RECAP*

Kyoya smiled as if he didn’t notice the crying boy in the corner, “Alright Harou, now that you’re all set let’s test you out on some guest.”

A giant sweat drop slid down the side of my head as Kyoya’s glasses shone evilly for a moment. ‘You know what? I think I’m gonna regret ever coming to this stupid music room’

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“Harou… what are your hobbies” one of the girls I was with asked. She had large blue eyes and black hair

“Um… listening to music, uh… singing, I don’t really know but music’s my life.”

“That’s so cute!” the girl squealed

“Uh yeah…” I muttered awkwardly, ‘god this is so weird. No one’s ever really bothered to talk to me before…’

“Harou, why is your skin so rough?” a girl with short blonde hair asked delicately holding my hand.

I stared at the girl like she was an idiot, “My hand’s callused from playing instruments so much, and from getting into fights in middle school.”

“You fought before? Did you ever get hurt?” the blonde girl asked

“Obviously.” I said monotone

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“Not much of a talker is he…” Hikaru said looking at Harou as he struggled with hosting his guests

“You can say that again” Karou agreed, “But it’s also not just that, he’s being really cold to the girls… I hope they don’t get offended.”

“I hope so too…” Hikaru sending one last glance at Harou before turning back to his customers

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“So Harou why did you join the Host club, you don’t seem all that talkative.”

“Oh… Uh Gomen I…. never really had friends before… this is the most I’ve talked in a long time, but to answer your question I didn’t plan on joining the host club. I sort of broke a vase and I’m paying them back by working as a host.”

“Poor Harou!” one of the girls cried tears leaking from her Carmel colored eyes.

My eyes widened as the crying girl reminded me so much of Haruhi when she was younger and would cry whenever I got hurt.

“Harou! You’re hurt again!!” Haruhi sobbed

Instantly I shot out of my seat and crouched in front of the crying brunette, “Gomen…” I said softly, wiping her eyes with my scared hand, “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please forgive me… I don’t want to see your tears.”

The weeping girl’s face flushed dark red and hid her face behind her hands, “No, I’m sorry Harou-sama, I don’t wish to sound rude but you seemed very cold and uncaring… But I can see that you can be very kind and compassionate. Thank you Harou-sama!” the girl wiped the rest of her tears away.

“’Harou-sama?’”I asked in confusion, “Why are you calling me that?”

“Because!” the brunette smiled happily, no more tears in her eyes, “I kinda idolize you now, you’re amazing! So distant yet caring!”

‘What?!’ I shouted in my mind mentally clutching my head, ‘I did one nice thing and the next thing I know I have my name changed from Harou to Harou-sama~ blech…’ “Hey there is no need to call me Harou-sama. Just plain Harou’s fine!” I said quickly hopping to stop the happy girl so her friends don’t joiner her in calling me Harou-Sama.