Ohshc x FTM Reader

(1) Rose Petals

Chapter 1

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The soft patter of rain against the window wakes him from his sleep. Groggily, he opens his eyes, momentarily disoriented before reality sets in - it's the first day of school. A surge of nervous jitters courses through him.

He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he peered outside at the dreary, rain-soaked world. The gray skies and the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass only add to the gloomy apprehension.

With a deep breath, he begrudgingly crawls out of bed, the chills of the room seeping through his pajamas. Despite the nerves gnawing at his stomach, he forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Today is important, and he can't afford to let his anxiety get the best of him. Taking deep breaths, and fidgeting with his shirt. He shuffled to the closet, he looked nervous as he slowly grabbed the school-issued uniform, a light blue blazer with the school crest embroidered on the left. A long shapeless black trousers, with dress shoes. He didn't hate it but also didn't love it.

'My family seemed to like it... They want me to look more "normal" which confuses me... what does that even mean?' He thought biting his lip, swirling his tongue around his snakebites, sighing as he looked up at the clock remembering that he still had to get ready. Sighing as he grabbed his clothes. He walked to his bed, slipping off his shirt and putting on his binder with a huff, feeling his confidence go up from just one article of clothing.

As he dressed, his mind races with thoughts of the day ahead - new classes, new teachers, and the daunting prospect of meeting new classmates. That made his stomach swirl uncomfortably. Tightening his belt a little tighter than usual to help him feel grounded, gulping as he slipped on his shoes and headed into the bathroom.

'Why do I always look so weird in clothes?' He thought, leaning into the mirror, groaning as he grabbed a hair brush and started to brush through his short hair. Trying to hum a song to help his nerves. Hoping that brushing his hair would make himself confident, it wouldn't... but he was trying to be positive!... Setting down the brush as he looked back into the mirror, feeling embarrassed with his body in the outfit.

'Why do I look so skinny in this?? I got measurements for this...' He grumbled the last part under his breath, heading out of the bathroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Breakfast is a boring meal, his stomach churning with bundles of nerves. He looked down at his beautifully made dish that his maids made for him, looking up at them softly.

"Thank you," He said warmly, being comfortable with his maids, knowing them his whole life. Looking down at his dish nervously, it looked good...but he didn't feel like eating, he was to nervous to eat, but out of respect he tried to scarf it down. Barely tasting the food as he mentally prepare himself for the day ahead. Once done he stands up and finishes getting ready for school.

With his bag slung over his shoulder, he headed out into the rain, extending out his umbrella to protect him from the cold rain drops. Each step feels heavier than the last as he make his way towards the school, the weight of anticipation hanging over he like a dark cloud.

As he approached the prestigious academy, his eyes widen at the sight of the grandiose building, its architecture exuding opulence and elegance. The bright pink school still stood out even in the gloomy rain, the lush greenery surrounding the campus adds to its allure, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and refinement. It made the already unachievable school look even more prestigious.

"I-I forgot how big it was..." He mumbled, as he walked up the gate, getting out his pass card to let him into the school. He stepped through the gates, his nerves becoming more evident as he got closer towards the main entrance. The scent of freshly trimmed hedges and blooming flowers fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of laughter and chatter drifting from within the school walls made the school atmosphere feel upper-class and confusing.

As he entered the foyer, he's greeted by the sight of clean polished marble floors. Stream of light seep through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the room and bathing everything in an ethereal glow. His eyes sparkled as he took in the arua of the school, walking to the office to collect his school schedule.

He started to walk down the hallways, the room got quiet as he heard girls giggling and whispering, feeling eyes on him as he walked. He felt a mixture of self-awareness and a rush of emotions, ranging from embarrassment to curiosity. His face feels hot, and he's acutely conscious of every movement, wondering if he did something to attract this attention.

'Do I have something on my blazer?' He gulped, feeling himself get more anxious. The giggles and whispers amplifying his vulnerability, making him hyper-aware of his appearance and actions. He just wanted to escape the spotlight altogether.

Finally being able to get his schedule felt like a relief, being able to get a task done felt calming in a weird way. Taking a deep breath in as he begrudgingly headed towards his first class. Feeling the dread of getting to know his new classmates.

'What if they don't like me?... What if they think I look weird? Oh god... this is going to be terrible...' He groaned, feeling his stomach churning at the idea. Clutching his paper as he stood in front of his first class, class 1-A first years. Slowly he turned the handle and made his way into the classroom nervously. Seeing the room full of kids, looking up at him excited, especially the girls. He smiled awkwardly, his ears parking up as he heard the teacher starting the class. Shuffling to the back of the class, sitting down and trying to listen.

(Time skip to the last period)

After school he was tired, but still had a study period, looking for a quiet room to study in.

"Why are all the rooms so loud?" He grumbled, pulling at the charms on his bag as he dragged his feet up the stairs trying to find a quiet room to study in. Seeing a seemingly quiet room, 'Music room 3'.

'I hope it's quiet in here...'

When he opened the door he was hit with a bright white light, and rose petals.

"What the fuck-"

"Welcome to the Ouran host club!"

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Should I continue to write in 3rd person or should I write in 1st person? Or would you mind if I did POV switches mid chapter? Tell in the comments ♡(｡ ❛ᴗ❛ ｡)♡