The Punk {ouran high school host club x reader} RE-WRITE NEW ACCOUNT

ch.1

Your pov      (you are wearing something similar to the picture above)

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shit!

I cursed to myself as I realise I had forgotten my sketch pad at home.

well that's a great start.

 I know I'll have art at some point today and I don't even have my fucking sketch pad.

One hand was comfortably in my jean pocket while the other was out, holding on to my phone tightly keeping me balanced and with easy access to skip songs, as I stood on my skate board as the wheels glided across the bumpy, uneven, path. I had a podcast playing through my headphones and laughed slightly at the co-hosts banter.

Coming to a stop every now and then to let people walk across where I was going or letting cars  pass at busy roads then pushing off once again. People on the other side of the road gave strange looks as they go past, then getting on with the rest of their boring and probably pointless lives. 

 Get a fuckin' picture it will last longer. I think to my self as a pair of teens ahead of me watch me with amused expressions and muttering insults under their breaths. Whatever I don't care, look and laugh all you want, it'll be different when all this is in style in the next year or two.

Soon I came to the front gates of the prestigious Ouran academy. AKA my new school full of rich snobs that I need to put up with till I finish (or get kicks out of) this school.

So I'm a second year and I was offered a free scholarship to the school for my art, music and creative writing. Thankfully the scholarship didn't come with a free uniform so I wear what I want.

I picked up my skate board and attached it to my black bag with an old car seat belt that I knew  would come in handy at some point!   Point 1 me, point 0 boss!

I walked through the gates and to the front office, bumping into someone hard on the way.

I fell back and so did they. I got up and looked to see I had knocked their papers everywhere too. "Shit sorry. I didn't see you coming." I mumbled pulling my headphones round my neck.

I looked to see the person I knocked over was a boy the same age as me with black tidy hair and thick black framed glasses. He wore his uniform proudly but probably wore his family name prouder.

I helped him gather his things and he put them back in his bag. "No its fine. I was in quite a rush and didn't bother to look where I was going." he admitted while getting up and straightening up his uniform. "I'm Kyoya Ootori" He introduced himself offering his hand for me to shake.

I looked at his hand then back to eye contact while bringing my hand up to meet his, shaking it firmly. "y/n(your name) y/l/n" (your last name) 

"Well it was nice meeting you y/l/n but as I said I'm in a rush, I hope to see you again in the future." And with that he gave a slight bow which I returned and he walked away. I have a feeling we will see a lot more of each other soon Ootori.

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"What did you say your name was again?" The woman behind the front desk asked.

"y-/-l-/-n, y-/-n" I said it slowly so maybe she would get it. I came to get my time table but this woman is making it rather difficult and doing it with an attitude towards me... Whatever, maybe she's just having a bad day.

"Ah here we are." She handed me the sheet of paper and smiled the worst fake smile ever. "have a lovely day" It was clear she didn't ant to be here.

"Yeah, you try to as well." I said turning and giving a small wave.

English.

art.

free period.

music.

music.

(free periods are just lessons were you can go and study and revise somewhere like the library or go do extra work in classes I know they probably didn't have this but they do in this fan fiction.)

I had a break between art and free period and then lunch after free period... over 2 hours, I'll be sure to find a comfortable spot to spend it.

I was brought out of my thoughts as the bell rang through the school.

looking at my phone I saw it was 08:45, I woke up at 6 to get here. I'm getting a coffee first.

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20 minuets later I was walking down the halls with a coffee in my hands that I got for free!  They have a coffee machine where you don't have to pay! The fuck?! I could get used to this rich kids school I thought as I took a long sip from the hot drink. 

(I know its not realistic but hey my story I'm adding it )

I stopped at a door in the hall way. 87 .  I looked down at my time table. English room 87. Knocking on the glass of the door I waited to be asked to enter.

"Yes? Please come in." Said a prominent voice from inside. "Ah! you must be y/l/n it's a pleasure to meet you!" The teacher welcomed enthusiastically, walking over to me and shaking my hand and lowering his voice to a normal volume. "I've read your work, it is outstanding! I'm excited to see your thought process while teaching you." He complemented. I smiled and thanked him. "I'm Mr. Kowizowa welcome to the class, class this is y/l/n , the new scholar student.  Treat them with respect!"

I glanced around the room and looked to see if there was anyone who looked like thy wanted me to sit with them, after only getting weird looks of disgust I decided to ask Kowizowa to give me a place so none of them thought I wanted to sit with them either. "sir where should I sit?" I asked putting my free hand in my jean pocket pulling out an ink pen and sipping my drink.

"There's a free seat by Mr. Ootori on the far left." Glancing over I saw the Kyoya guy from earlier writing in a note book. I nodded to the teacher and walked towards the dark haired boy.

As I approached Ootori the room seemed to fall quiet.

"Hey." I said getting his attention and standing by the desk.

"Oh, hey again." He seemed surprised to see me, he must not pay attention to the teacher before the lessons start. He didn't seem displeased to see me though.

 I placed my free hand that wasn't carrying my coffee on the wooden chair near his. "Can I sit here?"

"I don't see any reason for you not to." he looked up to me with a small smile on his lips.

"Thanks Ootori" I said with a smile, taking my seat.

"Please, call me Kyoya" there were some small gasps around the room and mutters filled the room until Mr. Kowizowa asked for quite and started the lesson.