Genius (ohshc x reader fanfic)

Chapter 2: Hello, Who Are You?

School. It repeats in my mind every time I blink, the word coming in sync with every step I took toward my school. What will school be like, is it going to be just as dramatic as it is in the stories I have read? Is school full of bullies? Or am I to many movies under drama on Netflix? Don't get me wrong, but de grassy is quite amusing.

Having the directions to my new school already memorized, I turn the last corner and walked straight till I stopped at large gates. I tilt my head up and looked at the school from under my black hood. Pink. Not my cup of tea, but I believe this will do better than Lobelia, a school mostly focused on performing arts. Let's go Maru.

I tried pushing the gate open with my foot, making them open with a slight creaking sound as I did. 'They need better security.' I closed the gate behind me with my heel once I entered. It would've seemed that I arrived early, for I could only see one or two students by the windows chatting. "Did you see that guy?! Is he the new commoner?! He looks like a model!" I turned my head slightly towards the right to see two girls, looking about 17, staring my way. I watched blankly at them until they turned red from there tip of their noses to the brink of their ears, I knew they would've been able to see most of my face when I looked straight at them. I turned my face forward again renewing my calming pace. I could hear the distinct sounds of 'kyaa' with a following sound that seemed like a 'thump.'

I slightly roll my eyes.

***2 days before****

"MARU DAHLING!!!" I sat on the sofa watching some old Micky Mouse short cartoons when Kuro came in with his lily decorated apron he made himself, disheveled hair, and something that looks like might've been a envelope...it was hard to tell since it was torn to shreds with the letter only still intact. "Maru dahling! Your dear uncle is very proud to say you'll be attending a school! I actually sent your scores three months ago, and the week after you were accepted, and I of course forgotten to tell you...anyway~ you'll be attending a school called Ouran in two days, which is a walking distance from here- here are the directions dahling, and your wonderful uncle of course signed you up as a guy so we wouldn't have to suffer the press again! Lunch should be ready in a few!" Now as I was saying, I was sitting on the couch watching Micky Mouse short cartoons...but now with shock and the directions to my new school slapped onto my right hand.

***Back to the Present***

I let out a long sigh when I walked through the halls of Ouran to the main office. I was dressed in a long black sweatshirt with my hood up (as I explained in the beginning) black and white Nike sneakers, and white skinny jeans with a brown leather belt- thick and no designs which I would've liked. 'Sigh,' Being a guy when your a girl is hard. #respect4genderbenders.

I arrived to the main office, and once I stepped in, most of the teachers/faculty stopped their work and stared at me wide eyed. "Excuse me, I came to get my schedule." My voice, trained to be deeper to sound like a guys and titled 'inhumanly melodious' by Kuro, interrupted their staring, most going back to work, but some with blushes adorning their faces. "A-ah, Mr. Kitsune, am I correct? You'll be in class 1-A with the second scholarship student, Mr. Fujioka. Have a nice day!" A woman about her 30's replied to my request, handing me my schedule, she asked me if I would've like a map, but I lied saying I already had one, I mean, telling her I memorized everything already would be a dead giveaway saying I was the prodigy child. I put on a side smile, and with a nod, I left to my first class. As soon as I left, I could hear the gushes of the woman and compliments from the men. My smile disappeared, but was replaced with a thought. 'Fu...jio...ka? Haru...hi...Fujioka? Kotoko's child? But isn't Haruhi a female? I don't remember her any problems to fake her gender...I must meet her first, don't judge yet Maru, I mean, look at you, your definitely more troublesome.' Once I concluded my thoughts with a nod, I realized I already entered my class.

I stand in the doorway looking in, only to have many pairs of eyes looking back. Class was to start in 30 seconds, isn't it?' Standing for a bit longer, the bell ran.

I was thrown out of my thoughts when the teacher addressed me afterwards. "Hello, who are you?"