Take a Stand [Mori X Reader]

Chapter One

Welcome to the Jungle

Ouran Academy. A school for the children of wealthy families. There were few exceptions; a few students either smart, skilled, or talented enough to earn a scholarship.

Throughout the academy's many buildings and many hallways, Class 3-A can be found. The teacher was standing in front of the class as conversations went wild and paper airplanes flew through the air. There were students scattered all over the room. Everyone was interacting with everyone else. This was an everyday occurrence. The way the teacher thought of it was that teenagers will be teenagers, and that a noisy, disorganized, and chaotic room was unavoidable.

The teacher didn't bother attempting to quiet the class before speaking to them, "As some of you have heard, the Specialized Performing Class is merging into the rest of the school." She explained vaguely.

"On that note," she continued, "We have a new student joining us today."

The teacher urged a student—who was standing in the hallway—to enter the classroom.

"Don't be shy, dear." The teacher encouraged.

Most of the class couldn't have cared less about the new arrival, but there was one person who was curious. A tall male around 6'1 with tan skin, short black hair, and onyx eyes. His name was Takashi Morinozuka—who most people called "Mori".

Takashi looked toward the door to see the new student to the class. What he saw, he would never forget. He saw a girl wearing commoners' clothing. He saw a girl with [s/c] skin. He saw a girl with gorgeously [h/l] [h/c] hair. He saw a girl with timidness in her [e/c] eyes. He saw you.

You walked into the classroom slowly. You were afraid of what people would think of you. It only took five seconds before you realized that the class wasn't paying attention to you in the slightest.

Your shyness disappeared, being replaced with an air of pride and confidence as you walked up to the teacher. You watched as she struggled to speak to the class. You were standing directly beside her yet you couldn't hear a word she was saying over the rest of the class.

It was a very loud and stressful environment. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, trying to calm and compose yourself.

"PIPE DOWN!!!" You called out.

The class was shocked; all sounds stopped instantly as all eyes turned to you. You were loud; your voice resonated throughout the classroom, yet it didn't sound like you were yelling. Your voice didn't have the straining sound of yelling. The class didn't understand how you did it.

The teacher cleared her throat, "Thank you, Miss [l/n]."

"It was no trouble in the slightest." You smiled at her.

"And I would like to apologize for the circus in here." The teacher apologized, the tone behind her voice telling you that you should get used to classes being rowdy.

"I wouldn't call it a circus," you replied, "A circus is an organized form of entertainment, where everyone has a role and contributes while listening to the ringmaster." You explained.

"I guess you're right. They're more like a zoo, aren't they?" She laughed.

"Not necessarily... In a zoo, all the animals stay in their respected groups and there's some remnants of order." You retorted. "Here, everyone is everywhere without any form of order at all."