I have really bad memory.
I forgot where I lived multiple times even if I were walking around the mansion, I'd forget where my room is.
But I remember Takashi well. As in very well.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I could remember everything he liked, what his schedule was and even the clothes and cologne he was wearing.
After a while, I'd walk myself to the host club. I was their first member after all. And I'd request him.
I never acted the way those horny-toads did.
I just sat and watched silently. I ate cake and chirped in about my opinions of what the club should do.
I had recently been recieving these little cards that I also remember because something about the hand writing is familiar and that's not a bad thing but... I can't remember who.
I walked to my desk and opened ny bag to find another note, the pink envelope making me smile.
Opening the note, I read to find.
Dear (y/n),
I cannot tell you enough how much you mean to me. If I tried I'd stumble over every word. You're so quiet sometimes and I forget you are there. Your voice is sweet to my ears like your favorite cake, red velvet. I never thought much about red velvet cake until I met you and since then I had thoroughly enjoyed it. I want you to know who I am because I feel bad that you are struggling to know who I am. Please don't be disappointed.
~Your Secret Admirer
P.S Meet me after school.
P.P.S Don't forget.
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OHSHC x Reader Short Stories
FanficExactly what it says up there. Also, I am way too lazy to even think about writing a summary. Also, expect some errors, I am writing off my phone and also, don't feel like watching this series over and over for every detail. You'll live. Update: I l...
