Façade (OHSHC boys X reader)

Commoner's Airport

She seems to be in a good mood. She didn't even call me a 'porc paresseux'(lazy pig) for falling asleep in my dress.

I begin to drag my tired body over to my gigantic grey hued bathroom to take a shower. I'm glad I didn't put any makeup on yesterday-I fell asleep before I even got to shower. As I'm closing the door I hear-

*knock knock*

"Lady Y/n, would you like me to draw you a bath?"

Not this maid. I mentally sigh.

"No thank you, Arabelle! I can do it myself-but thanks for the offer!"

I already know she's not just going to let me-

"But lady Y/n-it would be my pleasure! Now then-what candle scent do you prefer? We have cool ocean breeze, fresh linen, Himalayan rose garden, ...." Arabelle continued naming candles on her way into the bathroom where I stood pretending to listen.

"You can pick for me, you probably have a better idea of what's good than I do."

"Romantic night scent it is! It's supposed to give you better luck in romance. Not that you need it! The boys will be all over you at Ouran!"

"I doubt it."

"Oh what do you know-you've never even been to public school! Go find an outfit, dear."

As I turn to walk out of the bathroom my eye catches something strange. My face. My once delicate-looking face now had a bruise radiating from my cheek.

Great! Now I have to wear makeup!

I stroll to into my closet and look at the array of designer dresses hanging up around me. My closet was so vast and organized that it looked no different from a clothing store. I suppose it is truly beautiful-freshly polished wooden floors, and fluffy white sheepskin rugs(imo they should be faux, but ya know. Real is more expensive...). The walls are black with vertical stripes of gold with matching ottomans. It truly is a girl's paradise.

I ended up picking out a very sophisticated skirt suit. My parents never let me wear anything but dresses or skirts- it was more 'professional'. The black pencil skirt hugged the natural curve of my lower back and hips, giving the appearance of a smaller waist. To mix-it-up, I decided to pair it with a white-knit turtleneck instead of the typical blouse/blazer combo. I also found some tall black boots to make it less frumpy.

Perfect.

I felt ten-times more optimistic immediately after looking at my ensemble.

Maybe I'll make my first friend today!

After I bathed, dressed myself, and covered my bruise with the little amount of makeup skill I have, I was ready. I called the butler to bring down my suitcases and met my mother in the limo.

Guess daddy-dearest doesn't feel like saying "au revoir!" To his little punching bag.

My mother was silent the whole way there- except to tell me that I was dressed like a "roturier sale"(filthy commoner). It was a long drive, so I decided to fall asleep to some 'extra practice' Japanese lessons just in case.

"We've arrived Mrs. And Ms. Barteau! Have fun in Japan lady Y/n!" The chauffeur practically yelled at me and my mother to wake me up.

"Thank you. Au revoir, Monsieur."

"Au revoir, Ma demoiselle."

My mother leads me through one line, after the other. We wait a long time until it's finally time to go through security.

"Ma fille(my daughter), I must say I find this place rather disgusting. I simply cannot be seen associated with this mediocrity! You go ahead, I'm leaving now. Remember, don't disappoint me." My mother says before pulling me to the side so that our conversation will not be heard. "And Y/n, don't forget what we trained you to do if things get messy. Since you are going to be handling our Japanese branch by yourself, you may have to go on the... Assignments that we talked about. Don't fuck up." Her chilling words echoed all the way down my spine. She left without a moments notice, leaving me more stranded than I thought I could be.

I made my way through security, showing them my special government-issued permit to carry a concealed weapon on a public flight. I found my flight and boarded with ease. Searching for the right place, I spot an open window seat in the center of the plane and plop down.

Now is a good time to analyze my surroundings.

I was trained to always be on guard and prepared for anything. I looked into the center isle where people were still shoveling into the plane. I be sure to look at everyone's face that passes by me.

No suspicious figures, no business competition.

I decide it's safe for me to settle down into my seat and study up a bit more on the curriculum-even though I'm considered a 'prodigy' among my teachers.

"Seat is not taken?"

I look up to see a smiling Japanese woman with broken English.

"Anatagasukinara, anata wa koko ni suwaru koto ga dekimasu(You can sit here if you like)!"

"Thank you!" The woman replies in Japanese.

"It's no problem!"

"My name is Hokkaido, Nyoko Hokkaido. But you can call me Yoko!"

"Hello, my name is Y/n Barteau, pleased to meet you!"

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how do you know Japanese?"

Wow, she's straight to the point.

"Well, I'm going to be attending school there." I white lied.

"That's funny, I'm actually a first-grade teacher myself! What school are you going to be attending?"

"It's called Ouran academy."

Her smile fades into a dumbfounded expression. She begins bowing repeatedly.

"Oh my gosh! I should have been more respectful! I-I'm so sorry your heinous, heiress, your-"

"Yoko please! What are you doing?" I interrupt.

"Well, only the worlds most elite attend that school-I thought I had dishonored you by treating you like just an average citizen..."

"In my opinion, wealth or social status shouldn't determine the way you are treated. It's just not fair. But there was nothing wrong with anything you said to me! So don't worry about it."