Please Not Today (OHSHC)

Kiyoshi Kurokawa

There are those who would call Kiyoshi, awkward or weird. 

There are those who call him dull.

There are those that would call him something of a freak(or loser, given the situation).

Though most commonly found are those who have absolutely no idea what to call Kiyoshi Kurokawa. Kiyoshi's family lies on this list. 

His mother, never struggled with labeling her son, he was the true love of her life and nothing more would be said of the matter. 

His father, however, had only ever thought of Kiyoshi as a mistake, not that he'd say that in front of his ex-wife, for fear of getting a broken nose, again, in return. 

Most in this category of uncertain labelers settled on calling him Kiyoshi. It was safe and rather dull, though dull was an upgrade in most opinions of Kiyoshi.  

He was rather expressionless. 

His blue-green eyes were dull and rarely shown in the beautiful way they had when he was a child. He had lost his innocent luster as he'd grown. Kiyoshi Kurokawa had a rather sad insight, and he was a rather sad sight. 

His life hadn't been very lively, at least he hadn't been very lively within it. He was the type of person who never seemed to be alive. When he was in pain, when he was happy, when he was angry, or when he was sad, no one knew. However, there was something that made him lose his cool demeanor. 

Kiyoshi Kurokawa was afraid of touching other people. 

The idea of hugging his mother made him sick. 

He was sickened by the thought of hugging his own mother.

He hated it, but he couldn't help it. 

Nothing made him feel better than making his mother smile, and when he first began fearing touch, refusing her hugs utterly destroyed her smile, and his along with it.

He hated everything about his fear. He hated the way it made him fall apart. He hated the way it made his mom's smile weak and sad. He hated how he could remember her hugs from when he'd been little with such fondness, but only feel disgusted swell in him when he thought of the comfort now. He even hated how he'd come to having his despicable fear. He hated himself, and it seemed everyone from his old school had come to do the same.

He hadn't seen very many days that weren't filled with that terrible fear, the type that makes your knees so weak you can't even run away. He hadn't seen many days through without gutwrenching memories surfacing. He hadn't seen a single day through without offending his classmates. He didn't like to speak with people, interaction always led to contact, and he didn't want to touch anyone. Apparently, some of his peers hadn't taken well to the idea that it literally disgusted him to touch them.

Kiyoshi hadn't led a wonderful life in his middle school years, but his mother hoped to change his life for the better in his high school years, and for a straight 'A' student with as many artistic and scholarly extracurriculars as he had it wasn't hard to achieve what most would call a good start.

Kiyoshi Kurokawa was admitted to Ouran Private Academy, he was apparently one of the only two students selected by the school board. He was not very happy about the idea of going to a pompous rich kids school, but his mom was elated so he tried to be happy for himself, for her.

He would do anything for her, just as she would for him. They were on their own in the world, they had to fight for each other, or no one would.