opia | k. hitachiin

5 | hannah montana

Shit. Shit.

Kaoru understood people's needs to keep their separate lives apart—their love life away from the professional one, the work-life away from the family one—but he never understood the fear people go through when both lives seemed to come in touch, when the threat of one merging into the other and no longer having multiple lives to be live his own way. Until then.

He was just walking through the halls, just a stroll before the first period, no big deal. Birds were chirping, imaginary musical notes practically danced behind his every step and Kyoya probably was having a good day and maybe even smiling. That's how peaceful of a morning it was. Until he had to round that damn corner and bump into her, his little secret, and he straight up panicked.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I'm blind, do you where Haruhi Fujioka is?" she said in this lost voice that made Kaoru want to hug the living daylights out of her to comfort her but he's sure she wouldn't appreciate that. Maybe even smack him with that cane hard enough for him to convince himself that everything would be alright. On the other hand, she's probably not appreciating his unresponsive self. "Hello, is somebody there? Are you mute? Ara-chan is that you? Arashi, if it's you, hold my hand."

And so Kaoru held her hand because what the fuck was he supposed to do? Not?

This is so weird, so weird and her hand is so soft, why is her hand so damn soft? His mind was on a rollercoaster and her light grasp on his sweaty palms wasn't making it any better.

"Come on, Arashi, I need to go to class, lead the way," she said, with a small smile and a tug at his limb. "You have large hands."

Shit. Shit.

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Reaching her class was challenging since she was a first-year just like him and had the same class as him so all the people they met on their way there knew him. He swore that everything was against him that day. How did Hannah Montana do this? Did she have a manual or a guidebook?

"Hey, Kaoru, how's it going?"

"Kaoru, text me back!"

"Dude, is this your girlfriend?"

He just nodded and smiled in pain because true emotions must show themselves every once in a while. Then the real problem came in a form of two deceptively angelic girls.

Haruhi and Arashi stood in front of the classroom's door, fretting over what he assumed to be the quiet blind girl he had next to him.

The first thing he did once he caught their eyes, was to push a finger against his lips to shut them up before they panic and make Ai suspicious. Haruhi shot him a confused glare but Arashi was more easy-going and didn't move towards them.

"Ai! Did you have any trouble finding the class?"

He almost blanched—because what stupid question was that—but Haruhi's intense gaze and strained voice kept him still.

"Uh, no?" Ai replied, probably puzzled. "I had Arashi here to help me. I ran into her luckily and now she's escorting me."

"Arashi?" Shut up, shut up, shut up. "Ai, that's Ka- Ow!"

"What? What happened?" The grip on his hand got almost unbearably tight but he stayed silent because what was he going to do? Speak up?

"Nothing." Haruhi looked helplessly to Arashi who (bless her) stepped on her toes before she said anything. "Just bumped into the doorframe."

"Quite clumsy, are you?"

"Oh, you have no idea." Haruhi reached out a hand to take her from him and he gladly obliged. She looked a bit horrified for a second, most likely getting flashbacks from the start of the year when she broke the vase that got her into this whole mess to begin with. "Come on, teacher's coming our way, let's take out seats. Bye Arashi!"

Soon, he was left alone with the silver-haired girl but she bid him farewell to catch her class on time with a quick sign of a promise that they'd discuss this later.

He sighed heavily. Why did he have to complicate things? Why couldn't he just get it over with and tell her? What's the worst that could happen? He couldn't speak, fearing she'd remember his voice, enhanced hearing and all that. She'd find out and know he's the same Kaoru from the park. Their talks together would become more centered on school and the Host Club, not about their personal lives and what they're truly like. Then she might get closer to them and like any of them, worst-case scenario, his brother. Or she might find him weird and untrustworthy for not telling her from the start and pretending not to know the people she was talked about briefly every weekend. Or so many other case scenarios that had him feel out of control and unable to have a say about it.

He wanted her all for himself. There's nothing wrong with that.

A/N: did I make him sound too much like a yandere. he's not, I swear‚ he just got issues, is all.

I just finished planning this book yesterday so I wouldn't be stuck every time I want to write up a new chapter and eventually get discouraged and drop it for a month then come back like I usually do. Anyway, I'm almost done with my exams but I'm feeling pretty motivated to finished my current fanfictions to start up new ones. I'm getting obsessed with BNHA and I'm proud of it.