haruhi x fem reader

二 silence

[Fuck it. I'm just gonna post whenever I feel like it because this scheduling shit ain't it. Here you go, de rien.]

"I'm Haruhi."

You rose your eyebrows a bit and smiled a little. "Haruhi," you whispered. You were resting with your hand on your stomach because the rest of your body was sore from practice. The captain really kicked the team's asses today with the new training menu he had putting together for past few days.

Now that you thought about it, you hadn't been to the host club a little while. It was because Haruhi was there and you would definitely get embarrassed if you were to see her or even conversation with her.

"(f/n)," your mother called from outside your room. She opened it before you could tell her to enter and she looked around the room, frowning at its contents. There basketball magazines scattered, but it didn't look too messy. Your jersey was out on the bed and two basketballs were on distant corners of the room.

She didn't like that you were doing things that a guy would generally do. And she also figured that you preferred your own gender rather than the opposite. She called you an abomination and tried to beat you until you were scared straight, but it didn't work and when she saw it had no effect she stopped and only insulted you further as you grew up.

"I'll tell the staff to clean this up," she said, drilling looking around.

You slowly sat up and told her, "I can clean my room myself. I don't need the staff to do it."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." She inches closer to you. "I wouldn't want them touching the... interests that you've you sinfully tainted. The devil's child, you are, and certainly not mine."

You didn't say anything.

You haven't seen your father in weeks because he's been on a business trip, but he sends tons of souvenirs and calls you when he can. He didn't know what was going on in this house without him gone and you found it upsetting. The only thing you hoped for was for him to accept your sexual orientation and the things you enjoy.

"When is dad coming home," you finally asked.

She snapped her neck at you and slapped you. "I'm the best you've got!"

Your mother beautiful, but vile. She was tall, maybe an inch taller than you.

You pressed your lips together and she waited for you to talk back, but when you didn't she turned on her heel and left the door.

You went in the mirror and looked at your cheek to see it was a light red. Why was she so heavy-handed?

You soothingly rubbed your cheek to try and get rid of the stinging sensation that she left. You began to clean up your room and after you were done you casually went down the grand stairwell to leave the house.

"Ah? Where the hell do you think you're going?"

You turned around came face to face with the head maid, Mimi. She was a woman with beautiful jet black hair and gray eyes. She was thirty-five and has been the head maid ever since you were born, starting at just nineteen years old.

She was like an older sister.

"Out," you rudely said. You grabbed the handle of the door, but she grabbed you by the collar.

"Don't play with me!" She roughly let's go and crossed her arms. "What is it?"

"Huh?"

"Your mother?"

You looked down a little then nodded. She sighed and rubbed your back comfortingly. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. You can't control the things you like." She clenched her fist. "I would tell her off, but she's my source of income."

"I get it. Thanks, Mimi." You shrugged her hand off of you and went though the door without a second thought.