Haruhi Fujioka was bitter. He was bitter about how much homework he had to rush because he spent valuable studying time messing around at the Host Club. He was bitter about how his binder was riding up inside his shirt but he couldn't adjust it because arranging your tiddies in public is considered "inappropriate" and "unseemly". And he was especially bitter about the fact that the very day the ambitious brunet finally realized his feelings for the eccentric lady manager of the Host Club was the same day she declared that her crush on him had disappeared. I don't have time for this kind of sitcom-esque fuckery, he mused, grumbling like a crotchety old man with kids on his lawn. He was rudely awakened from his private pity party by a loud first year.
"Uh, Fujioka, right? I have a question for you," she stated, tapping him on the shoulder. Her friend stood behind her, snickering.
"Yes?" he replied, keeping a very thin layer of politeness stretched between them.
"Uh, so... are you, like... a girl or a boy?"
"Y'know, what's in your pants?" her obviously braver friend chimed in.
Haruhi sighed and turned to face the obnoxious girls.
"My gender?" he asked, feeling a heat rising in his cheeks. He had been out for all of his second year, and he had been very obvious about his pronouns and his identity for a while. Hell, he was even seen as a boy for his entire first year, before he even knew himself!
"My gender is PISSED! I identify as DEEPLY UNAMUSED WITH THESE FUCKING SHENANIGANS!" He snapped, leaving both girls in a shocked state. "What's in my pants?" he continued, echoing the invasive question from the braver girl, "BITTERNESS!"
The first years were speechless. He crossed his arms. "What, surprised I'm not one of the 'easily-bullied transgenders' from your tv shows and movies?" They swallowed and shook their heads frantically. "Why don't you just leave me alone," they started backing away, "because I definitely have better things to do than talk to you two," he said, lying. He had nothing better to do, but that wouldn't be nearly as badass to say. He was grumpy and didn't have time for gender of any sort.
Goddamn rich kids, he muttered to himself.
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