Y/n POV
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The next day of life in Japan was really no different from yesterday, other than that one point in which dad was acting really, really weird in front of me.
3 Hours Prior....
I got out of bed and did my basic morning routine, but once I put on my new uniform, I noticed it was smaller than it was yesterday. And I'm pretty certain that when we were doing the measurements at Ouran yesterday, the suit was tailored to fit me perfectly, heck, I even tried it on and it fit me perfectly!
You see, my chest area, isn't exactly flat.
I'm not saying that I'm this busty fifteen year old, but I'm saying that my chest isn't a fucking cutting board.
And this uniform was made for someone that's flat like a cutting board.
I've never even seen a guy who's that flat chested so there must've been some defect in the tailoring of the suit I guess.
After putting on this tight ass uniform, I decide it's time to head out of my room.
But when I open my door, dad runs hella fast over to my door and shuts it in my face.
Like damn son, what did I ever do to you?
But that's when I hear what sounds like a female voice, questioning dads subtle actions.
"Um, why'd you close the door so fast? No one's using that room anyways." The voice said in a state of confusion.
Okay, that is definitely, without a doubt, a females voice.
Did dad find another woman?
No, impossible, dad wants to be a woman.
So then who the hell is in my dads house?!
They must not know about me since they seemed as confused as I was when dad closed the door so fast.
But how come they don't know that the room that I'm currently occupying is taken by yours truly?
*internally gasps*
Do they even know about my existence?!
I give up at this point honestly.
I wanted to see who the woman was, more precisely girl because her voice sounds young as hell!
I tried prying the door open because this girls voice sounded so familiar but I just couldn't pinpoint it!
Unfortunately for me though, dad must've been going to the gym lately because the door wouldn't move in the slightest!
So I just put my back against the door and slowly slid down in defeat and waited for the girl to leave.
The moment the girl left, dad opened my bedroom door in a swift motion, yet not as fast as when he shut it in my face.
I get myself off of the floor, then I start questioning dad.
"So, who was that girl who was here?" I ask in a normal tone of voice.
"Oh! Um, that was the...accountant! Yeah, she's my, um accountant." Dad says in a nervous tone.
"Okay... Either way, I'm going to school, bye dad!" I yell as I dash out the door.

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FanfictionHiya! I'm Y/n Fujioka and this is the story of how I moved to Japan, found out I have a fraternal twin sister and somehow end up joining a host club.