The Sarcastic Type ( OHSHC X Reader) - UNDER HEAVY EDITING

Oh, Hey Dad

Word Count - 1150

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I open my eyes to the feeling of someone tapping my shoulder continuously, noticing how the person stopped immediately after I had opened my eyes. I'm greeting with a shy smile from the boy who's seated next to me. I flash a small smile as I stretch for a bit, waiting for the seatbelt sign to go away before standing up and waiting for the boy to finally move. Once he got in line with the other passengers, I made space for myself and grabbed my luggage from the overhead bin, waiting behind my seatmate and humming to myself silently, occasionally adjusting my glasses.

Before I knew it, the line in front of me was getting shorter and shorter until it was finally my time to get off. I bowed to the kind flight attendants before walking to the entrance of the airport, a soft smile on my face. I find the way to the baggage claim where I would be receiving the rest of my luggage, waiting for a bit before finally seeing my bags, grabbing them and loading them onto a cart and setting off to the pickup area.Although I've never met him, my father will be the one picking me up today. I only know a few things about him, like how he's a professional crossdresser, how he's bisexual and also how I have a sister. Something that I noticed about dad almost immediately is how... emotional he gets, even for the smallest things like good grades. Although, I can't say I dislike it. His personality is his own and I respect that, plus it's really nice to know he cares about me, even if his way of showing it is a bit... odd for some people. I also didn't know I had a sister until quite recently, but apparently we're fraternal twins. I'm pretty excited to meet her, but being honest I don't think dad told her about me. The only reason I'm thinking this is because he took quite a while to tell me so he probably did, or is doing, the same with her. 

Another thing I know about is what happened to my mother. Now don't take this the wrong way, but when I was told about her death I wasn't exactly phased by it. My reason being that I never met her. But every now and then when the topic is brought up I do feel quite sad that I'll never be able to meet the woman who brought me into this world, but at the same time, I'm trying to keep my head up and look at the bright side of things. I'm sure that mom wouldn't want me to come to Japan just to mourn over her death, from what I've heard about her I'm sure that's the last thing she'd want. So instead, I'll be positive, after all, I am meeting the... main part of my family if I must say.

Before I could think of anything else, I find my body being tackled to the tiled floor of the airport, a tall figure on top of me. I grimace in pain, bringing my hands up to move the person away, sitting up to get a good look at their face. "Oh, hey dad," I say in slight shock, not expecting him to appear like that. Then again, I wasn't paying attention so I had it coming. "Y/n! Oh my gosh, you're even prettier in person! You must take after me!" He exclaims, wrapping me in his arms, twirling my small frame around happily. "D-Dad... c-can't breathe." I gasp out, taking in a deep breath when he put me down, looking up afterward and smiling brightly. "You're just as pretty, Dad, don't flatter me." I laugh, watching him get even happier. "We haven't talked for more than five minutes but I already know that I'm going to love you!" He exclaims, grabbing my hand and beginning to walk off with me to what I would assume is his car. 

"Dad, my luggage cart." 

He gasps and lets go of my hand, letting me run back inside so I can grab my luggage cart, pushing it to dad's car with ease. After loading my luggage I sat in the passengers' seat and laughed at the stories dad told me, still not over the fact that I'm finally here, with my dad and soon enough my sister too.

The ride home wasn't too long, but bringing the luggage up the stairs was quite the hassle, but of course, we made it without too much trouble. I had made myself at home pretty quickly, making myself a cup of tea and sitting in the living area whilst waiting for dad to come out of the bathroom. I saw a few pictures of mom scattered around the house and I smiled. She was a really beautiful woman. 

After a few minutes, dad comes out of the bathroom and sits across from me, smiling as he hands me a letter. "This is for you." I took the letter from him and gave him a puzzled look. "Are you sure it's for me? I've literally been here for a little over ten minutes." Dad laughs and ruffles my hair, urging me to open the envelope. "Come on! Just open it!" 

I shrug and unseal the envelope, unfolding the paper inside. 'Y/N Fujioka,' The letter reads, 'we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to enroll at Ouran Academy as a first-year student in Class A. When you begin your first days here, you will need a uniform, and all supplies necessary for classes. You must join at least one during or after school club to improve your grades in the curriculum. Your schedule will be given to you at the main office on your first day at the academy. Sincerely, Headmaster Yuzuru Suoh.'

My eyes widen as I finish reading, looking up at dad in shock. Ouran Academy is one of the most prestigious schools in Japan! How did I get accepted when I didn't even apply? Did dad have something to do with it?

As if he could read my mind, dad hushed me up before I could say anything. "Don't ask how, but I will tell you one thing, you'll be having classes with Haruhi!"

Haruhi? I wonder, the name sounding unfamiliar to me. 

A few minutes later I realized that Haruhi is the sister I've been told about, the sister I know nothing about.

While I stared off into space for what felt like an eternity, dad grabbed my hand and hoisted me up, a smile gracing his features. "Now, come on! We need to get you your uniform!"

And with that, we're off to my new school, different emotions coursing through my mind all at once.

Will things really be as perfect as they seem?