"I had so much fire in me and so many plans"
~Claude Monet
♥
Katsuki hated winter.
No, hated was too gentle of a word. She despised winter with every fiber of her entire being.
Though currently she was too tired to even hate it properly since it took every fiber of her being just to focus on what was in front of her.
She didn't know or even fully understand why exactly but the cold always had a way of making her health issues worse, sapping away her energy bit by bit by bit. All the medicinal tea in the world couldn't help, not that her actual medication did much to help either.
Though going from freezing cold to boiling heat, didn't seem to be helping as much as she'd hoped it would.
Instead just left her miserable, sleepy and now too hot. But this was better than the plan Tamaki had originally wanted which would have seen the entire club room decked in artificial snow with wind machines to move it about.
Winter always brought troubles, hiding the decline of her health only became that much harder. Her excuse had always been she had a weak immune system and was simply prone to sickness, Tamaki and Kyoya did what they could to back her up on it.
Though she didn't much appreciate Tamaki's contestant fretting and worrying over her which only drew more attention, he had so far managed not to put his foot in his mouth and let her secret out.
He could be an idiot, but he was good at keeping things secret when he needed too.
Katsuki rubbed at her eyes in attempt to shield them from the light that seemed to pierce right through to the back of her skull leaving everything hazy, leaving everything distant.
Service was such a pain when she was like this, she could barely think straight much less focus on how others where feeling and keep up a conversation without tripping over her own words or muddling them completely.
Taking yet another paracetamol and drinking the rest of her lemonade, brushing her hair from her face, she hated it when it was completely down not to mention it always got especially fragile in winter. But Tamaki had insisted she looked fine with it the way it was, though she wasn't sure the white flowers clipped into her hair entirely suited her.
It was just one hour, just one service.
All she could do was take a deep breath and keep pushing forwards, it was the only thing that she could do. Tucking her phone into the pocket she'd had sewn into her outfit's skirt.
The outfit consisted of a white sleeveless top with delicate black and grey embroidery, golden jewellery which draped over her shoulders, a black sash which wrapped around her waist with white embroidery and a white wrap-around skirt with further black embroider and delicate white sandals, along with golden bracelets.
She wasn't cold as they'd placed a dozen heaters and humidifiers in the room. Most of which where hidden behind the plant decorations they'd set up. Stretching out before with a deep breath she stood up on her aching legs, heading over the their usual positions, she glanced around.
'Where's Haruhi-San?' She questioned looking to the twins since they where in the same class as her.
'She stayed behind after class to talk to our teacher.' Hikaru shrugged as he got into place besides Kaoru.
Katsuki had never had much trouble telling one apart from the other, of course she'd never tell them that because they'd probably turn it into a massive argument just to entertain themselves.
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FanfictionKatsuki Kuromiya had never expected to move to Japan, she'd never expected to make friends, nor had she expected to found a club, she had not expected to become someone others looked up to, someone who was admired and respected, somebody everyone wa...