Welcome Back! (OHSHC Fanfic)

Reflection

Ya'll ready for another chapter? Sorry it took so long but I'm ba~ck! Anyway, let's move on shall we?

CHAPTER CUE 🎬!!!

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Sweat dripped from my forehead as my body moved to the pulsing beat that echoed throughout the large room. My feet had a mind of their own, as they moved swiftly without my knowing; my body popping as if lightning stuck me repeatedly.

I could see my reflection in the dance studio's mirror. Sweat could be seen streaming down my red painted cheeks and neck. The bird's nest on top of my head was wet, sticky, and tangled. It could not be called hair at the moment.

Although I couldn't care less about what I looked like. I'm was busy cursing the stupid Ootori kid from the Host Club. He's not the only one on my list though...

Flashback

"Oh yeah, I told him!"

"...."

"I know you're mad, but think about how good of an opportunity this is! You can make friends and do something productive rather than sleep and practice the day away."

"...."

"I know you do many productive things but you need to get out of your shell! How long has it been since you've called someone a friend?"

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"And, um, it's a good chance to become close to the Ootori family as well as the other names in the Host Club?"

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"Ah...oh! You can spend more time with Haruhi! Plus you can make sure none of those, uh, morons don't mess with your sister!"

"....Fine, I'll join the stupid Host Club. Don't try to contact me for a while, I'll be in the practice room."

"Okie dokie! Just make sure to tell your manager! Have fun practicing!"

When the call ended with a click, I turned off my phone and put it back into my pocket. I felt angry, very angry. How could she do this? I know my double life wasn't the easiest but it was mine. It was my own little secret I could keep. Although it's not a lot, but the thought of keeping a secret from everyone else always made me excited.

How pathetic right?

A sigh left my lips as I made my way to the practice room that lays below the apartment complex. I had the space created so I don't have to waste energy and fuel just to visit a dance studio that was several miles away. I really am a lazy person...

I have a very bad habit of keeping my feelings a secret. Of course it's not the most healthy but it just makes more problems to explain oneself. That's why I just dance or sing my emotions away.

And that's exactly what I did.

Flashback End

I sat on the floor and to a look at the plain white floors and walls. It was...boring. I let out a dry chuckle, thinking about how much it reflected my life; bland with no spark of color. I can probably—no, I can count how many times I've been happy on my fingers, and those are the times I've spent with Haruhi and on stage. Have I really been wasting my youth like this? An antisocial teenager who hasn't had a proper friend since elementary school.