The Insane Host [OHSHC] [UNDER REVIEW]

Chapter 14

A/N: I did want to give you guys a cute chapter but this is necessary. Also, I might be doing an ask soon! So ask all the questions you want! ♡ Really sorry bout the late update, I've been panicking recently.

I shifted uncomfortablely in my seat, locking my eyes on the white tiled floor, attempting to spot any dirt or scuff marks.

"So, how have you been feeling as of late? " The therapist who's name I didn't bother to remember, inquired, the click of his pen loud but not soothing like Kyoya's.

"Really well, " I said quickly, glancing up to their desk at the gold plaque.

Ms. Nakamura.

A simple name, easy to remember, but I would forget the moment I left the room, trying to erase any deep personal secrets spilled in this wretched room.

"Is that so?" She smiled, "Can you explain further how it was good?"

"I uh started school with Haruhi and I joined a club, " I said with a tremor. I hadn't had a session in a while but they were as nerve wrecking as ever.

"Who's all in the club?" She asked, scribbling things down in her her yellow notepad.

"Well, there's me, Haruhi, Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori, Honey, and Kyoya, " I listed off, counting on my fingers.

"Kyoya Ootori?" She questioned, her eyebrow quirking.

I nodded, "Yes, we're..."

What was the word to describe us? We weren't dating but the feelings were there.

"good friends..."

Her brows furrowed, "You seem unsure about that. Are you really friends?"

"I want to be more, " I explained, "Youta likes him too."

She was already aware of Youta and I's open relationship so there was no surprise as she continued, "Has Kyoya shown interest in being in your relationship?"

I struggled to give her answer, " I don't know. I'm going on a date with him and Youta tomorrow so we can all bond before even entertaining the idea of a relationship."

She nodded slowly, writing more things down, "Okay, so what medication are you on? "

"None at the moment, since the last one I was on caused depressing thoughts, " I quickly reassured her after seeing her sceptical look, "But Kyoya is getting a prescription from his family's company."

"It seems that you're very close with Kyoya, " Ms. Nakamura smiled, "Has he met Youta before?"

I nodded, "Yes, they met after I had an episode and was at Youta's house."

"And they get along well?"

"Yes."

Our encounters where always very awkward as I hated talking about sorts of things. But that was her job and I didn't want to prevent her from getting paid.

"How have you been feeling recently, Kabuki? " She asked, changing the topic completely. I could have swore she had already asked me this. "In more detail, I mean. "

"Well, I had a really bad decline awhile ago and have been slowly getting better, " I said slowly, hating the slight tremor in my voice, "I've been going out more and haven't had as many bad episodes. " 

"That's nice to hear." She gave me one of those terrible doctor smiles, the ones that are always filled with hidden pathetic pity for others they believe to be underneath them. "Now, are there any questions that you have for me?"

She'd never asked that before. I absolutely hated change in routine. Maybe I did have questions but I refused to ask them simply out of spite.

"Nope, nothing whatsoever!" I growled out through gritted teeth.

She could see my anger and opened her mouth to comment but the timer on her desk rang, signaling that our time was up.

She sighed, "Well, our time is up, Kazuki. I'll see you next week, I hope."

"Goodbye." I made no promises. I didn't want to come back and the sessions weren't mandatory. I had only started doing that in the beginning for Dad.

I left the building in a rush and standing outside the building was Youta, leaning up against his car.

"Hey, baby."

I ran to him, my mood still foul but light enough to appreciate his visit.

He hugged me tightly, trying to squeeze out all the bad feelings and it worked.

"Let's go."

A/N 2: I set up an Instagram for writing that you can text me on! I also set up a fricking Venmo because I want to raise money to buy one of my best friends a binder.