Deceptive

Running from Fangirls

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Hello, hello again readers, Sem here with an OHSHC Fanfic of unique origins.

So, how are you? No need to answer that, I suppose I'll get on with the details of the story.

Lots of one-sided flirting, with the MC on the receiving end of it, teasing no smut or lemons, no steamy shit, though I suppose this could be, in a way, considered BxB, only problem is that the MC is asexual, because I've seen many kinds of sexual orientations for OHHC except asexual.

You'll find that throughout my fanfics, originality is my main goal, so there a bit of something different lingering in the stew pot that is Wattpad.

I'm choosing that the events of OHSHC take place in 2015

Anyhow, Short profile below

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Name: Akazaki, Kiyoi

Birthday: March 1, 1999

Age: 16, Youngest Child

Gender: Male

Father: Akazaki, Hisa

Mother: Akazaki, Tetsuya

Siblings:

| Akazaki, Chimon (Eldest Son; Age: 22

| Akazaki, Noriko (Eldest Daughter; Age :18) (Twin; Akazaki Enmei)

| Akazaki, Enmei (Middle Son; Age: 15) [Deceased]

Appearance: White, Semi-Curly Hair/Pale Skin/Small Build(Often Mistaken as a Child)/ Tail and Ears of a Rabbit (Same Color as his Hair)/ Wears Casual Clothes.

Personality: Bitter, Aggressive, Defensive, Apathetic, Lazy, Scornful, Sarcastic, Protective, Complex (Sometimes becomes Serious, Thoughtful, Intelligent, Professional, and Polite)

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—1st Person POV----~'"Age: 16"'~

I sat on my bed, staring at the photo in my grasp picturing two boys, one old, one young. The smaller one was beaming happily as the teen beside him draped an arm around his shoulder, making a peace sign with a lazy grin adorning his features. They looked so content, oblivious of the future ahead of them.

The small child seemed to mock me, living in happier times then I, so blissful, so....pathetic. I dropped the picture onto the nightstand beside my luxurious bed, slamming it face-down, half expecting it to shatter, though it didn't.

Memories don't break.

I swing my legs over the side of the mattress, dropping down lightly and shivering as I felt the cold hardwood meet my feet. Walking over to the dresser, I glanced up at caught sight of my reflection in the inconveniently placed mirror. A scowl crossed my face

Eyes twitching, I looked at the, long, white, blatantly visible bunny ears on the top of my head. They swivelled towards the mirror in front of me, one slightly crooked.