Takashi-kun || Takashi Morinozuka || bxb||

Octave

"Takashi-kun! What do you think?" {y/n} was happily playing a small song on the piano, his small fingers switching between the keys. He wasn't that good yet, but the tune made Takashi smile.

Takashi was a little jealous that {y/n} could play such beautiful music. He would much rather practice an instrument than his fighting, but he had expectations placed upon him. And he would live up to them.

But for now,

"It's beautiful, {y/n}."

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"This is hopeless," Haruhi's voice rang out in the empty music room. The hosts setting up for the club period.

"Everyone is gonna know I'm really a girl." While Haruhi looked upset, Tamaki couldn't look happier.

"Yes that's it, alright then, we can't go on hiding the fact that you're a girl from anyone in the school any longer."  Takashi didn't care too much for the current conversation, managing to tune out the rest of it.

Physical exams wouldn't be a problem for him, nor Mitskuni, so they had nothing to worry about.

If anything, Takashi was confident. He had never doubted his physique, and never really felt the pressure of all the girls looking at him.

He felt a bit sorry for his less than athletic classmates, but there were always private rooms in case someone was particularly insecure.

Takashi's thoughts drifted off as he slowly began listening to the conversation again.

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At the moment, Takashi was having his physical. The girls observing were impressed at his muscles and gushed when he looked at them.

The doctor himself said he had looked incredibly heathy. And with that his physical was over. Mitskuni was having his physical in a different part of the room, so Takashi just roamed.

Takashi didn't know why he was compelled to the private room hallway, but he reasoned to himself that it was just because Haruhi was having her physical in one.

When walking by one of the rooms, he heard a voice.

" oh goodness, this is no good. I'll be back, just a minute please young man." The door to one of the rooms opened and out walked a nurse with a worried face.

She seemed to be in a rush, and hastily walked down the hall, forgetting to completely close the door in the process.

As Takashi peeked in he saw something that made him release a worried gasp.

{y/n}

The gasp seemed to gain the other males attention as {y/n} face shows shock and he rushed to grab his dress shirt. He slipped it over himself, but it was already too late.

Takashi had seen it.

"{y/n-""What are you doing in here?!" {y/n}'s voice trembled but retained a loud volume.

Takashi's mind wouldn't stop replaying the images he saw. And even through the dress shirt. He could still see them.

Bruises. So many bruises. Takashi didn't understand how {y/n} could be so hurt.

"I- {y/n}, who did that to you?" His voice didn't match his emotions but that was alright. He had no guarantee that {y/n} wouldn't get scared if he let it all out.

"No one, just leave." {y/n}'s eyes were cold.

"No, someone did this to you, who?" Takashi couldn't help but persist, he needed to know.

"I said leave! I don't need you worrying about me! Besides, don't you have a cousin to worry about?! Just go away!" Takashi flinched at {y/n}'s words, but nodded in defeat. Leaving the room.

He didn't want to leave the other like that, alone. He wanted to know who did that to him. He wanted to help.

But he couldn't.

There was nothing he could do about it.