♡ Ouran x Reader; One Shots ♡

In the name of Love

I fangirled over this, I wanted to treat you all to something different. I will be wiring more! I finally found my passion to write again, also heads up if it confuses you, the ending, its basically the reader is dreaming of Haruhi! If you want more long one shots like this do comment!

(Haruhi x Male!Singer!Reader)

He couldn't help but feel outnumbered, second year student, ____ ____, was perhaps the only boy who came to the host club's meetings. He came for one reason and one reason only.  He would come and request the same host each time, Haruhi Fujioka. Before jumping to conclusions, the young boy had befriended the young beautiful female in the library.

He could remember the day as if it was yesterday, there he sat his guitar by his side as he took notes on Japanese history. His (long/short) was in a messy estate, as if he had been studying for days on end. His final exam for the semester was soon to come and perhaps bit his ass if he didn't study.

____ sucked his teeth in annoyance, he ran his hand through his hair as he huffed in anger. "Got damn history." He said to him. After a few moments of studying, he smacked his pencil down on the table. "I'm going to fail, what the hell." He groaned out. The young boy faceplanted into the table, the compact of the table wasn't enough to knock him out cold.

"Uh, hey, are you okay?" A voice asked him gently.

He quickly sat up properly, his eyebrows forward in confusion, in front of him stood a boy no taller than five feet tall or maybe taller. He had big brown eyes and nicely styled brown hair. His slim figure made his uniform a bit large. ____ must've been staring seeing the mystery boy coughed to get his attention.

"Who, me? Yeah, I'm okay." ___ lied.

The boy blinked before continuing the conversation, "I saw you having a hard time with studying, need any help?" he asked.

___ looked at the boy for a moment once more, he couldn't help but think how odd it was for someone to come up to him at random and offer to help him or even talk to him in general.

"I mean, if you can help me ace this history exam." ___ answered.

The brunette's face lit up for a brief moment, "History? That's one of my favorite subjects." The boy replied.

____ blinked for a moment before moving his guitar over, thus allowing a place for the boy to sit. The small boy took the action as a yes as he then sat down next to the older male. "Do you really think you can help me?" ____ asked. The boy nodded as he looked over the paper, "Oh you're learning about Daiymo (大名) Itakura Shigemune (板倉 重宗)?" he asked.

___ shrugged and leaned forward to get a better look at the book before the both of them, "I mean, yeah, Sensei Nakamura gave us a project and assigned us federal lords to do a project on." The boy mumbled softly.

____ stopped for a moment, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, he forgot to introduce himself to the boy who offered to help him. "Uh damn, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm ____- ____ and you are?" ___ said.

The boy hummed in reply, "Yeah, that was pretty rude of you to not introduce yourself, but I'm Fujioka Haruhi." He replied.

____ was shocked for a moment, he never dealt with someone so honest before, at least when he first meets them. However, Haruhi was right.

"Right, uh let's continue." ___ spoke.

From that day on, _____ and Haruhi found themselves hanging out more than usual. It wasn't until one day when ___ had visited his dear friend Haruhi's home and discovered he was really a she.