Little Scars { Depressed Reader X Hosts }

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🌸🌸 'Little Scars' 🌸🌸
A story by Choromatsus_main_hoe
© Choromatsus_main_hoe
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"Excuse me ma'am, it is time to rise and get ready for school." A soft voice says in your ear. A splitting headache loiters around in your mind after yesterday. Groaning, you roll over, your hair plastering your face. After lingering in the calming warmth, you roll out of bed as un-gracefully as possible. Avoiding the maid who awoke you, you step into your bathroom.

After having a quick shower, you gently rub some oil into your still pink cuts. Grimacing with how much it stings, you roll the yellow sleeve of the freshly cleaned uniform over your arm carefully. Gently sighing, you hear the soft pitter patter of rain on your roof. 'It's not going to be a good day today' you thought to yourself as you slowly walked down the dark oak stairs to the front door. Grabbing a raincoat from the coat hook and slipping on your shoes, you take one final glance around the house before saying softly, "Goodbye Mother. Goodbye Father. Have fun at school today Will." Turning on your heel, you close the door on the frozen stares and still smiles of your family in a picture frame, the last photo taken of you all together.

In the car, you see the pink roof of the school before you see the rest of the painful building. The disgusting salmon pink was blinding compared to the dark, grey rainy sky. Grimacing as the bright colours make your pounding headache worse, you get out of the car carefully, trying not to slip onto the wet concrete path. The rain drops falls onto your head for a few seconds before a shadow dooms over you, sheltering you from the rain. With wide eyes, you look to see whoever has lent you their umbrealla for the time being.

It's Mori-Senpai. Calming down slightly at design a familiar face you give him a small smile, blushing a furious shade of pink. "Don't get sick." His deep voice hides his genuine worry for your well-being. Keeping your head down, you nod, thanking him for the shelter. He hands the umbrella to you before walking off into the school grounds, using his bag to keep his head dry. Smiling at his kind and simple actions, you head into school, with a slight skip in your step and a painful migraine.

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Kathys loud and energetic behavior throughout classes made up for your short attention span and tiredness. As soon as the class bell rang, signalling that lunch time had approached, you say down at a bench and massaged your temples gently with your fingers as Kathy started to pester you. Declining the offer to walk home with her, she asked if you wanted to study with her in the library instead, you declined once more.
"Hmmfff. Y/N-Channn!!! Why are you so determined not to hang out with me?" Kathy wined, her soft pink lips pouted and her eyebrows furrowed together. "I'm just not feeling up to it today. I've got a killing headache and you know the rain doesn't make it any better." You say harshly, just wanting everyone to stop talking to you. "Bet it's because you like the host club more than me." Kathy murmers under her breath, unheard by your now deaf ears. Sure your headache was pounding, but the real reason why you didn't want to walk home with Kathy is because you wanted to give Mori back his umbrella and possibly hang out with the other hosts. Sure when they talked to you, you were a blushing, stuttering mess and when they flirted, your heart nearly jumps out of your chest but, you felt in debt to them somehow.

The school day went by as slow as ever, teachers complaining about the lack of work effort and telling students off for wearing the wrong uniform, as of recently, a large amount of girls who had been joining the school had decided to wear mufti instead of the painful yellow fabric of a uniform. You stay slumped in your seat, watching the silver plated second hand tick by slowly, each minute more excruciating than the last.
The loud bell rang once, the only signal you needed that said you could leave. After saying a quick goodbye to your teacher, you ran out the classroom, hitching your yellow dress up to be able to run through the halls faster. Ignoring the shouts and calls of multiple teachers doing their usual spiel of no running in the halls, you finally see the sign for Music Room 3.