((Discontinued)) I Can't Tell || Tamaki Suoh x Reader

Chapter One: Special

She wasn't anything special, really.

Single child, no dad, a pile of awards on her shelf from junior high. Maybe a few scars from that time she fell off the swing set in second grade.

She got rocks in her shoes and blisters from never wearing socks in them. Her cuticles were less than perfect and she got eyelashes in her eye for what seemed to be every five minutes.

When (F/n) was a kid she had monsters under the bed and boogeymen in her closet. She was deathly afraid of grasshoppers, and always tried whistling with the songbirds. Her favourite animal at the time was a robin. She liked to stick her hands in mud and help her mum with the garden.

She never really made many friends after elementary. It wasn't hard for her, but she never really tried. She did end up with a few, though, but making friends wasn't her thing. Her mom was okay with it.

But the one thing (F/n) was unable to stand all throughout her time in this world was the word 'Rich'. It was always the context it was used in.

"They're so rich! Perfect to marry!"
"Rich means money, and money means power."
"Wah! Look at me! I'm so rich!"

It was like nails on a chalkboard for her. 'Rich' to her was the love her mother provided, the life she had, the flowers in the garden that bloomed so perfectly that she could snap a photo and paint it without having to alter it.

'Rich' to (F/n) was family, which was unexpectedly very large even though she lacked a dad. She never really got the chance meet him, as she was only one when he passed away. She loved him very much, though.

The word 'Rich' to (F/n) was the chocolate she got from her aunt every Christmas, and the soil during a good season. When her eyes would take in the cheap glow of the glow stars still on her ceiling which she'd placed in fifth grade.

'Rich' was the smell of books, a new poster, her favourite show and snack and drink. When she watched snow fall for hours as if she had all the time in the world.

So, when (F/n) first set her eyes on Ouran Academy as an honours student, she thought that she wouldn't even make it to the front door without having her head hurt from the scratches on that chalkboard.

At least, that's what she thought a year ago.

Now, she was a second year in Ouran Academy, constantly bringing earphones and her iPod everywhere, so when there was time she could find a spot and listen to music instead of the chalk board.

(F/n) was taking college courses and knew the answer to almost every question the teacher asked. She would never step in one of the schools libraries, and was always found in the art clubs room half an hour after their sessions, in grass stained jeans and a loose t-shirt covered in paint.

She was pursued by a lot of people in this school. She never hooked up with anyone, though. She just was never interested.

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Tamaki Suoh was special.

As a kid he always made sure to be nice to the housemaids and his nannies. He would chat with all the adults at family gatherings and played with the kids.

He had an obsession with trains and different kinds of animals when he was younger. His favourite flower was a rose, and had a small garden of them in the back of his estate.

He knew a thing or two about acrobatics, and spoke fluent French, and was acceptable at English. He could bake a mean batch of vanilla sugar cookies (guess who's fault that is), and preferred to play rather than listen to music.

His indigo eyes were always lit with a charming sparkle that seemed to always get ladies on his side. His slender and tall stature also played a part.

He was flamboyant and straightforward. Tamaki never complained, always ate the meals provided to him, and knew his manners. He obeyed rules, which got several teachers on his side.

Even his sneeze could make someone swoon.

Tamaki was uncharacteristically afraid of ladybugs as a kid, but that fear died down fairly quickly. He grew attached to people so easily it was almost funny. He never built sand castles at the beach, but always swam out past where he was allowed. Tamaki liked to sit outside in the summers and drink a glass of raspberry lemonade.

He had one scar on his elbow from when he was a kid. He'd been running too fast and fell, scraping it. His mother sang it all better.

He was one of the most popular boys in school, and he obviously knew this, using his popularity in the abandoned music room that was currently home to the Host Club.

Music Room #3, his most favourite place in the world. No matter how bad a day Tamaki had, his mood always lifted when he saw his friends.

He loved his life, no matter what tried to set him back. He lived it without a regret.

To (F/n), that was arrogance. There was no such thing as a completely happy life, and you can't force yourself to live one. This is why she always avoided the people in this school, who were all so sickly rich or happy that she couldn't deal with it, keeping to herself.

She was surprised with how easily she managed to do this, even though she was the top of her class, 3-A, and the fact that she wasn't wealthy.

She just let herself be someone in a crowd full of other someones. She didn't want to be outstanding or on top of herself. She just wanted to be here, and that was all.

Nothing special, not on a stage, no sparkles or lights. Unnoticeable.

Just someone in the crowd.