✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙷𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚒𝚗 | 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

"What are you gonna do? Send me to some stuck-up private school?" Y/n scoffed, she was home late yet again. Her ripped clothes smelled of the local bar, where she had done another guitar performance. The silence was deafening. He wasn't joking. "You married her, I didn't." Her brows furrowed, "You have nowhere else to go." Her father spoke softly. "If you run, I'll have one of Shira's security find you." Y/n had never seen her father so dull, so empty. She stepped back, clenching her fists.

She hadn't spoken to him since that day. One thing Y/n was good at- was the silent treatment. She also seemed to be good at running, but even she couldn't run forever. Though Y/n had snuck around wearing the puffy dress that was the Ouran's girls' uniform- she still hated the fact she was wearing one. She had chosen the sweater vest set, adorned with the school logo. That took a bit of scrambling in its own right. Y/n had called the school under Chiyo's name, getting a spare uniform for tailoring purposes. It was a lot easier than Y/n thought to get her hands on one, but it was the maids she had to worry about. They were like echoing walls, leading up to the lady of the house. Shira.

Y/n and her new step-sister didn't exactly get along either. Chiyo hated Y/n, hated her guts, her roots, her new presence in the house. Luckily the house was big enough that they didn't clash heads.

Chiyo scoffed, "You showered off all the commoner stench right?" She rolled down the window. "What? The beer or the weed? Or the meth I snorted this morning?" She gasped, "You- Roll your window down!" her petite hand was on her chest in surprise. This was the best part, Chiyo believed every little stereotype Y/n lied about. For all she knew Y/n was a gang-leading- drug dealing addict. Y/n didn't mind it though, because seeing the look on her face each time she added another rumor to the mix- was worth the trouble.

"Okay, when I walk in- wait 5 minutes before leaving. I don't want anyone knowing I'm living with a commoner spy." Chiyo lifted the window, "Got it?" Y/n leaned her chin on her hand, "If it were up to me I'd be outta here by now. Tell your psycho mom that." Chiyo's face went red, "My mom is not a psycho! You- psycho!" Y/n leaned back, "Nice one. Keep it going. The streets called me 'el diablita." She watched Chiyo's face fall as the car came to a stop. "And don't bring any of your phony- dust- drugs in here!" Truthfully, Y/n didn't do any drugs- besides the occasional smoke here and there. But she liked the way her story was shaping up. Maybe she'd get expelled sooner than she thought.

"Toodles." She waved her stepsister out of the car, before waiting that 5 minutes she requested. She didn't want to be associated with the prick either. Although Y/n was sure the school was full of them. But as she watched the students pass by, her eye caught a certain group of boys. Girls seemed to live in their shadows and seemed to enjoy it even more. Sure, she had seen a few lovesick girls in her old school, but these seemed to lack the shame that came with that. At Least the shame Y/n felt when she too had those feelings.

But in that group of boys was a set of twins. It was nearly impossible to tell them apart. She squinted, trying to get a better look at the set. But just as she did, she saw one of them turn- almost as if they knew she was watching. She flinched back, before remembering she had a tinted window to protect her. A blush came to her cheeks before she shook it off. Her 5 minutes were almost up. So just as the twin had glanced away, she stepped out of the car. "Thanks." She glanced at the driver before shutting the door, bag in hand. The driver seemed a bit stunned, they had never been thanked for their work before- not serving this family.

Just after the worst argument with her father, she made a lot of changes to their relationship. And her hair. She cut nearly an inch off the ends and dyed it the boldest color she could think of. And though it seemed to only affect Chiyo, and a few strange looks here and there- Y/n ended up loving the color. But she knew it was a rather- eye-catching look. Hopefully, the school had some policy about hair dye and she'd have to leave even sooner than she planned.