Self Conscious [ohshc x reader]

all.

over again, shall we start?" tamaki held out a hand towards me. "i mean- we can be your new friends, i-if you don't mind of corse." haruhi nudged his arm with a smirk. she let a small tint of blush rush to her cheeks, "i-uh, sure, i guess.." she said timidly, clutching the wrinkle of her dress. the aura around the room suddenly got 100 times lighter, and all that was left was a small group of friends.

though, of corse, she had her insecurites. 'why would they want to befriend me?' 'what good am i too them?' 'aren't i too ugly in the face? i look like im overweight, don't i?'

why was she always thinking like this?

we should already know the answer by now..