Panic attacks are horrible.
Mine are just me wanting to shrink into a ball.
"Hey..." someone whispered, "why is Aoki-senpai in the Emo corner?"
What the hell is that?
Someone answer my question!
Anyone?!
Okay well I need to get down to business. I got up, stuck my rough hands in my pockets, and turned around.
I face the hosts and the females that were currently in the room. I look over to ootori and slightly nodded my head.
"Okay, ladies that's a wrap on today's host club!" There was a chorus of complaints and the squeaking of shoes on tile.
Once the click of the door being shut and the room being rid of the brats we call females in this anime, I relaxed.
There was a silence. I was enjoying it. Of course. But I needed to say something.
"Haruhi is a girl."
"No-no ssh-he is not a girl! I find that highly insulting that you should call my da-son a female!" Tamaki babbled.
"So you joining the club?" The dark lord spoke.
"I thought that was how you got in? That once you know a secret from here you can join or not?" I spoke with question soaked in every word I spoke.
Everyone looked at me with an anime 'sweat drop' as I looked at Tamaki with an innocent look.
"OF COURSE MY DEAR SWEET DAUGHTER!" The 'king' said as he ran to me and swung me around.
I might have just made a mistake....maybe, but I asked for it.
I'm going to die, aren't I?
Lord, I regret my decision. Take it back.
But they do know about my tattoos. Maybe this is good. But did they really see them?
Hmmmm...
####has anyone thought about the fact that any "x reader" stuff is just a character named (y/n)?####
YOU ARE READING
Bad Girl Type
FanfictionA girl busts into music room #3 and claimed that they had taken her favorite viewing spot. Lilith is a Yakuza and runs a syndicate. She has tattoos that cover her arms and lower legs. She has to cover them because she still needs to get a "normal ed...
