Yandere Ohshc x Male oc

Chap 7: Her

The next day, after classes were over, the same woman that had whispered to Haruhi in the hallway the other day picked her as her host for the day.
They sit close to eachother, talking 'calmly' amongst themselves, until the loud crash of ceramic against the floor rings throughout the now quiet room. Rose petals flow theatrically through the air, surrounding the 'princess' who was laying with her back down to the ground, screaming, with Haruhi incriminatingly over top of her.

The twins run up to the scene, both with a teapot in hand. Equally unbothered by it, they throw the, thankfully not hot, tea at the two, gaining a complaint in response from the woman on the bottom.

"Wha- why did you do that?"
The scared undertone to her voice broke, if just for a bit, before returning full force again.

Tamaki lets Haruhi climb off before grabbing the other against the floor by her arm, gently pulling her up.

"Tamaki, your new member just assaulted me! Do something!"
She yell, rage displayed perfectly by the flush of her cheeks. And if the scene had not already caught attention, that statement sure did.

Yuuto glared at the wet haired girl. Sure, her
behaviour yesterday was suspicious enough that he brought it up to Tamaki while they walk back to dry off—but Tamaki just chalked it up to 'jealousy that probably wouldn't manifest itself negatively' and began to brag about the attention he got.
But Yuuto felt he should disagree. The woman's smile had something malicious in it, he had reason to believe she'd done the thing to Haruhi's bag and she'd do something worse if push came to shove.
And it seems someone had shoved her all the way to this...

"I'm disappointed in you. You threw his bag in the pond didn't you? And now this, I didn't think you'd stoop so low..."
Tamaki accused. After Yuuto had texted him his theory that night, he'd tasked the twins and Kyoya to do some digging.

"You have no proof. Baseless assumptions are just that, assumptions. I haven't done anything wrong."
Tamaki sighs loudly at the answer, watching as Yuuto steps in.

"You're pretty. It's a shame you have such a nasty personality... You're not enough to be our guest, dear."
Yuuto watches the woman as her eyes begin to grow despairing, the crowd shaking their heads and frowning at her actions.

"If there's one thing we know, it's that our Fujioka is not that type of man."
Tamaki adds, joining arms with the girl tossed to the side during the exchange.
She scrambles to run off, anger, rather than sadness, evident in the way she wails.

"Haruhi, here."
Yuuto hands her a bag.

"Go change."
She slips from Tamaki's grip, accepting the bag, thanking him, and walking off to change from her tea soaked clothing.

——

"Yuuto!! Call us dear, like you did that woman."
"No."
"Yuu? Call me dear?"
"Honey, dear, let's go eat cake."
"Not fair!"

——

After Haruhi's escape, Tamaki swiftly jaunts around, collecting an armful of towels, in an attempt to assist his newest club member.

Was Haruhi acting suspicious around Yuuto? Of course. Had he been pushing the line? Undeniably.. but that was understandable.
Yuu is simply irresistible and his sweet new member just hadn't gotten briefed yet. It wasn't his fault.
Tamaki could help speed up the process, perhaps give him a little lecture while he was there?

So upon his arrival at he changing room, he sharply whipped open the curtains, his arm of towel presented to the other.

"I've got towels for you, Haruhi. And while I'm here how about we go over som-"
His gaze fell upon the other as he finally looked forward, taking his eyes off of Yuuto who'd rushed up behind him as soon as his hand fell upon the curtain, as if he was trying to get his attention.

Hm. Well this was really awkward...