The "Lovable" Type| OHSHC x OC

With Every Scar

Before she even stepped through those club doors, I was already aware of her.

It wasn't exactly hard to notice her—she was the richest student to ever attend this school, after all.

Everyone tried to cozy up to her, hoping it'd impress their parents, but she kept herself distant.

Almost ironic, given the bright red of her hair.

Something so vivid, but somehow, she was just as distant.

That's how it went for a while. She was a name people whispered about, a mystery, but nothing more.

And honestly? I didn't think much about it. It was just how she was.

That is, until the day Haruhi broke the vase.

I don't even remember how it happened, but it didn't matter because when she bent down to pick up the pieces—that was what caught my attention.

The way she handled it... so gentle. So focused. She didn't rush, didn't snap at anyone.

Just... quietly, carefully, picking up the pieces.

It was so unexpected, and yet, it made sense in a way.

I didn't think much of it at first. Maybe it was just one of those moments. But then something changed.

The first time she addressed me and Hikaru separately, without warning, without hesitation, that's when it hit me.

She knew. She noticed.

I thought it was a fluke at first, maybe just a guess.

Our hair, after all, was an obvious clue.

But then she did it again. And again.

And I couldn't deny it anymore.

It wasn't just the hair. No. She saw us.

Amei Hinode.

I started noticing more things about her.

Things I never would have before.

She was beautiful, sure, but not in the way most people thought.

She kept that beauty hidden behind her hair, but when you really looked, it was there.

Quiet, subtle, but there.

It was almost like she didn't want anyone to notice, and yet... you couldn't help it.

She was so mysterious, but not in a cold, untouchable way.

There was warmth there, buried deep. She wore her heart on her sleeve—just in a way that wasn't as obvious as it was for other people.

She was quiet, yes, but when she spoke about something she cared about?

She became this different person. She'd get bubbly, her eyes would light up, and for just a moment, you could see all of her—the real her.

And she was so talented.

Watching her decorate those desserts—it wasn't just decorating, it was art.

She didn't rush it, didn't slap it together for the sake of it.

No. Each piece was a work of intricate detail, like she was pouring part of herself into it.

She was smart too. So capable. Like she could handle anything without breaking a sweat. It wasn't that she was perfect—it was just that she never seemed to let anything get to her.