The "Lovable" Type| OHSHC x OC

ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔗𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰

I'm in the club room much earlier than usual today—much earlier than Hinode-senpai, that is.

That's different.

The room feels quieter without the usual buzz of everyone arriving. I sit at the window, looking outside at the garden.

The soft breeze stirs the leaves, but it's not the movement of the trees or the petals that catches my attention.

It's her.

Hinode-senpai is walking through the grass, barefoot. She doesn't seem to mind that the earth is cool against her skin, that the blades of grass tickle her feet.

I've seen her do this before, but today, it feels... different.

There's a calmness in the way she moves, like she's in her own little world.

And for some reason, it feels like the world outside her bubble doesn't matter as much.

I remember something she told me once, about the garden. "When you take your shoes off, a garden offers a whole new level of connection."

At the time, I didn't really get it. But now, watching her, I think I might.

She's in tune with the space around her in a way I've never quite seen.

It's like she's grounded to the earth, and nothing else matters in that moment.

The world feels small, quiet.

I glance around as other students start trickling out of the building, those who don't have any club activities or studying to do.

I can hear their voices growing louder in the hallway, but none of it seems to touch Hinode-senpai.

She stays in her own peaceful world, where everything else fades into the background.

Her fingers brush the petals of a flower, and for a moment, I almost forget to breathe. There's something so... intimate about it.

Like she's speaking to the flowers, even though I know she's not.

I don't know why, but I find myself thinking back to earlier when Ooroti-senpai had called her.

She didn't want to come to the club today. That's... different. Hinode-senpai is always so reliable, always the first to show up, always cheerful.

But not today. She didn't feel like it. She didn't have a reason, not a real one. She just didn't want to.

And yet, Ooroti-senpai had insisted she come anyway.

Of course, he used one of his usual threats. He's good at those.

And I'm sure it worked, because here she is, out there in the garden, trying to find some peace before she has to face whatever she's dealing with.

I almost feel bad for her, like maybe she didn't have a choice.

But then again, it's not like it's my place to say anything.

Still, there's something off today. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there.

Her movements are slower than usual, more deliberate.

She looks... sad. I don't know if anyone else would notice. Maybe no one else would even care.

But I notice. And for some reason, I feel like I should do something about it.

She's helped me so much—helping pay off my debt, giving me advice, buying things for Dad and me.