Related issues (Ohshc Fanfiction) (Yaoi)

This is a Yaoi Fanfiction. It would be best to know OHSHC before you decide on reading this. My main character is bisexual, so read at own risk. And please give my story some time to progress if you decide on reading. Thanks
Warnings: Mild Language and Weird thoughts.
Reader's discretion is advised.


Karma really does come back to bite you in the butt.
At the age of fourteen, I was already a reckless teen, drowning in bliss and forgetting all that haunted me. If it was a breakup, I'd find someone else to fuck. If it's some unpleasant memory, getting drunk washed it away. If it was a breakup along with an unpleasant memory, then I'll get drunk while finding someone to fuck. Nevertheless, I was taking action without worrying about the dire consequences... And now I wish to erase it all...
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I took my gaze away from the window, redirecting it towards the other scholarship student. Yeah, I said OTHER as in I'm one too. He looks like a true geek though, he may be even an otaku, wearing circular rimmed thick glasses and a deep brown sweater. We both couldn't afford the uniform of the school in the beginning, so I wore my own casual clothing too- Stiff denim blue jeans with some worn out holes here and there, a plain teal shirt, and a thin dullish jacket.
"The libraries are all full and noisy," he commented, closing the doors.
"Wouldn't you think so? It's a rich school," I replied, pushing off the wall and walking beside him.
Comparing our heights, I was taller than him by about six inches when slumping. Yeah, I slouch.
"As long as it's a quiet place," he suggested. I followed his eyes to see the told abandon music room.
"I just want to sleep," I mumbled, following the shortie as he cracked open the door just slightly. It opens all the way as we step in.
We were greeted with swirling rose petals and a, "Welcome <3"
A lot of things came to my mind in those 5 seconds:
1st second- the door just closed behind us... This is scary
1 second, 23 milliseconds- Oh, a host club...
1 second, 59 milliseconds- There are some hot ones...
3 seconds- ... I wonder if they accept Bisexual customers
4 seconds- Wait, I know that person... I should lay low and play straight
5 seconds- Oh..I can't sleep here.

Haruhi, the boy I've been accompanying, had himself far back against the wall as a scared bug. Actually, he really does remind me of a bug. I smiled, amused with my own thoughts
"Ho-ho-host club?!" He exclaimed. And I thought of Santa then.
"What? It's just guys," the pair of twins chorused. I remember them from one of my classes.
"Ew, it's the twins," I said with a disgusted face for emphasis.
"Ah! It's Katsumi," Honey's fluffy voice entered my sound of hearing, causing me to blink in surprise. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Honey pointing at me excitingly, trying to pull Mori my way at the same time. I know them from somewhere...
"Uh, sorry," I apologized, "we actually got the wrong room."
Turning around, I started with the door handle, only for it not to open.
"Why won't it open?!" I heard Haruhi mutter under his breath.
Hey, calm down won't you, is what I wanted to say in support. I kicked the door twice, bared pressure onto the door knob for minutes, and punch it before actually giving up. I turned back around, frowning when feeling a stare that made me feel quite uncomfortable. I shifted on my feet. I remembered him in a glance, but I promised to forget all about it back then.
So... I don't remember him. I don't have any memories of him, whatsoever.
"Who would have thought the famous top student to be gay though?" The blond leader asked, rubbing his chin as a physical meaning of thought. I need to learn his name soon, but for he can be Bob. I followed Bob's eyesight. He was looking at the otaku.
"G-gay?" Haruhi asked sweat dropping. I sighed, stepping in front of Bob. Haruhi seemed relieved that I stepped between them.
"Heyy~ *Insert small wave in face* I just want to say that I'm the top student, I got a higher score than his," I calmly explained, jerking my thumb at Haruhi. Sorry, I don't mean to insult you, otaku. Just be happy you're deemed my rival.
"You are, Katsumi?" A voice asked, with little interest. I flinched at how the voice came from behind me, before deciding to slowly turn. Kyoya raised an eyebrow after pushing up the rim of his glasses up. His other arm crossed his stomach, holding that notebook of his which he could be filling with perverted thoughts. It was him. I have to forget about him... I have to forget about my first and last ex-boyfriend...
"Why do you know my name?" I asked, feigning to know of his existence.
His lips pressed together in a line, indicating he was disappointed in my question.
"Kyoya," he introduced after some pondering, "that's my name. Your's is heard throughout the school already."
I nodded slowly, accepting the answer, before hearing the crash of glass.
I spun my head around quickly to see Haruhi bent over a podium, near a broken vase. The twins popped up over his shoulder, talking about the cost. Pushing the guilt onto him.
I walked over to the shards of glass, poking some with the tip of my black converses.
"Expensive glass ware. About eight million yen," I muttered and then looked up at a depressed Haruhi. They seemed to have put him in a payment situation.
"...Host club's dog," he repeated in murmurs of shock.
"Even up to graduation, you won't be able to pay that off," I commented as if stabbing him through the stomach. "What about your life savings?"
"I still can't afford the uniform," he answered, getting sadder in each state.
"Why don't you help?" Kyoya asked. I blinked at the question.
"Why-?" I began.
"Please! I don't wish to spend my school life as a dog," Haruhi begged grabbing the end of my jacket. This isn't like him... In the heat of the moment?
"You're just as guilty as the culprit for causing trouble."
"The doors are even broken."
I glared at the twins in anger and disbelief. They shrugged in innocence but I saw, I definitely saw, two devil tails and mischievous grins.
"Fine," I answered between gritted teeth. I was really hoping they didn't notice the doors. Dang nosy hosts.
"Then the payment is split," Bob declared, sitting in his chair like a king as he pointed stupidly at someone, I don't know who and I don't care. I sighed, directing my gaze elsewhere. He was just too bright. My gaze landed on Haruhi.
"As long as I'm not alone," I muttered, helping Haruhi up from the ground. He seems to have fell from the insults of being a commoner. Or maybe how can't pay for the debt. I sighed again. I'm a commoner too, but hey, if you're coming to such a school, you should get used to it.
"Thanks," he says, giving me a kind smile. I frowned, karma really does comes back to bite.
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"I've seen hearts flutter through their words, fluffy things surround Honey, and some incest boy love," I reviewed under my breath, letting my eyes lazily drag over the scene. My eyes land on Kyoya, the first to noticing my return along with Haruhi. I forgot to stop staring before he he noticed something else, my staring of course. This isn't good.
He excused off one of his customers before walking my way. I smiled my Not-Really-A-Smile smile as I held the plastic bag of groceries an arm's length away. He stops at that distance, thankfully. "May I sleep now?"
He gives a closed eye smile and a small chuckle. And I swear, on nothing I own because everything holds value, I see flowers blooming behind him in the background. I blink, turning around to see swooning girls behind me. Yep. Every host here has some stalker girls here and there.
"Thanks for buying everything, did you find everything okay?" Kyoya asked, taking the bag from me to leaving my hands free to rest peacefully in my jacket's pockets. I decide to ignore him for a while. My eyes reflexively divert, as I notice Haruhi having the same conversation with Bob... only worse. I wish I could give him better luck.
"Could I sleep now?" I ask again, ignoring Kyoya's question fully. "Or even better... Leave?"
"If you want," Kyoya says, gaining my attention instantly. "Although skipping out on club activities, especially those where you hold money debt, could affect your scholarship."
My hope deflates as I sweat dropped at the evil man, watching his glasses glaze over. He smirks and I'm sure it has more meaning than me being chained to this club. He leans closer to me. I step back.
"You remember me, right?" I scrunch my nose up in confusion. Fake confusion. He's asking about the past, right?
"Yeah, you introduced yourself... like ten minutes ago." I'm really good at acting, thank God. His lips turn into a frown, but I don't think he was giving up anytime soon. I roll my eyes, acting as if I was bored of everyone's weirdness before I walked away. Towards the windows. To lean against the wall. And go into a daze. Kyoya decided to leave it alone, going off to do whatever. Something about Haruhi buying the instant coffee. Uh...peasants' coffee...
I looked out the window, holding my breath as I fiddled with the zipper of my jacket.
Mom. Dad. If you are reading this, then let me tell you something. Although I slouch, nap whenever I want, and well... have very bad manners in all, I really do hope that...
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... What the heck, I really don't want you in my life so I have nothing to tell you. Thanks for reading that, I'm glad I wasted your time. Have a bad day and hate you guys very much.
Love your failure of a son, Katsumi.
P.S I'm the top student at a rich school now. Oh yeah! How's that for a failure? Woot woot!
I raised the cup of coffee to my lips, taking a small sip. Oh... I almost burnt my tongue. Luckily it's just warm. The rest of the club and customers were cheering about having commoners' coffee in the background, except Mori and Kyoya, they were calm and interested at the same time. The others were the ones really making a ruckus. Wait...
Did someone put coffee into my hand when I was in a daze...?
"Cheers to getting out of this debt?" Haruhi asked, holding his own cup out to me. I blinked, pulled out of my trance while recalling Haruhi's question. Oh... so this person was the one who came and gave me coffee. I hummed before leaning down to his level. He stiffens, but holds the cup still as I drink most of his. And he blushes, going into his own daze.
How cute...
Even if it is unconsciously.
Yeah... Might as well enjoy this host club.
I go back to leaning against the wall, licking my lips, as I make eye contact with Kyoya. I catch him blink before he looks away quickly, going to write in his journal. I smile. Kyoya got caught staring. I let out a little laugh, feeling a spark of happiness. I tried covering up a little, raising my fist to act like I was coughing. But... Kyoya got caught staring by me. I feel the dulled aura around me get a little fluffy. Kyoya got caught staring at me by me. Haruhi notices, snapping out of his daze from before. He's surprised by my actions, seeing the amazing happy me. He's in awe... I stop. Turning to look down at him, he smiles. I think he forgot what I did a moment ago. I blink, frowning as I throw my hood over my head, shadowing my eyes from everyone else. My boring aura comes back...
I'm bipolar, I know, but I really don't want that side of me to show... It attracts people. Haruhi gives me a confused look at my quick change in attitude, but I see determination in his eyes. I sighed for the millionth time of my life, he's wanting to bring that me out again. And that determination doesn't seem weak... I look down at my coffee in hand.
And I lick my lips again, sparing a hidden glance at Kyoya before flipping back to Haruhi. Switching between both of them every now and then. So... forgotten ex-boyfriend or cute newcomer?
And then I noticed...
Haruhi's coffee was sweeter than mine.
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First day ends- I'm changing the storyline a bit.

Drunk=Drugged...Drugged=Drunk...Ah, what the fuck, he's getting drunk before the age of fourteen. I'll consider it because of our world right now.
Bipolar?- I know, can't help it. My characters' are never personality based.
Make sense? Please say
Is Haruhi out of character? Nah. She just goes into a daze of shock. She's still same ole Haruhi... I think... But anyway, she's still judging and thought of Katsumi to not be someone who would just lean over and drink out of someone else's cup. If it were anyone else, I'm sure she would blink and say "I could've got you another cup, if you wanted."
^Katsumi mistakes it for a crush blush. Haha... Crush blush

Katsumi and Kyoya had a relationship in the past. You can decide for now. Fuck buddy or lover? Haha, it says ex-boyfriend in the story.

V!-C!-A!-F! VCAF....It may look like V.Caf... Idk what that is... Or it may stand for Virtual Cats And Fun... But I'm using it for...
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Disclaimer: Fanfiction on Ouran High School Host Club. The original story is not my work. All rights go to Hatori Bisuko, this is her storyline and characters. It's her work. The only characters by my creation that I used in this story would be Katsumi, his mom, and his dad. And I may be changing the plot a bit.

Cover isn't mine, and please do not take any parts of the story from me.... I worked real hard on this.

Ahhhhhh. I got bored, and somewhat a writers block and this is an old story I wrote back then, with some modifications, so hope you enjoyed.