Garbage Breath (OHSHC x Fruits Basket)

Chapter Three: The Little Rascal Type

"Haruhi, you're female?"

Haruhi looked surprised and so did everyone else. But the brunet nodded slowly. "Yeah. I am." The normal type said. "But uh.. how did you know that?"

Welp. Haida really dug himself into a corner this time. It wasn't like he could be honest and say 'I bumped into you and didn't turn into a raccoon' that was highly against the rules and also would just make everyone think he was crazy. But he had to say something.. they were all staring at him expectantly.

"I'm psychic." He finally said after standing there silently in a panic for a long moment.

"Huh? You're kidding right.." Tamaki muttered in disbelief.

"He has to be." One twin said. "Psychics aren't real. They're fake."

Haida quickly shook his head immediately in disagreement. "Yeah thats what we want you to think. Cause it's kinda a big secret." He told them, completely serious. "Now shush before someone hears you." He snapped putting a finger to his lips and shushing them.

No one appeared to be buying but Haida kept pretending anyway. Welp everyone but Tamaki.

"Y-You can see the future right? Do I marry Haruhi?" Tamaki whispered in his ear which just made Haida break out into laughter. His quickly thought up excuse was so dumb but this idiot really believed him.

"You're so dumb." Haida managed to say in between laughing fits. He didn't think he'd ever met someone so gullible. He watched as the 'king' of the host club went to the corner to sulk.

"So Haida.." The softer spoken twin started. "Are you going to tell people Haruhi's gender?" The more assertive speaking one finished. Haida was starting to pick up on the more simple differences between them.

"Hm. Nope. That would be rude." Haida said turning to Haruhi. "So what pronouns do you prefer?" He asked, being transgender himself he always prioritized other people's comfort. He knew first hand just because someone's born female doesn't mean they identify as such.

"Oh you can call me whatever you want. Doesn't matter to me." Haruhi answered, looking almost grateful for Haida's concern.

"Alrighty then." Haida smiled back at her. He liked Haruhi the best out of the host club. The rest of them were quite obnoxious and loud. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to get closer to them all. Somehow they were all endearing in their own way and Haida hoped they could b me friends.

He'd never before had been interested in befriending people. He and Shoyo just clicked without effort; well at least not from Haida's end, but normal people took effort to maintain. And Haida always felt like he wasn't capable of being friends with people. He was too different.  He had too much emotional baggage and issues. He could never be honest with them.

He was terrified of rejection as he'd experienced so much of it in his life.. that crippling fear usually kept him from even attempting to be friends with anyone. But for some reason this club made him want to try.

"Haida you are under an oath of silence, understand? If word gets out that my dear daughter isn't a boy then she'll be gone from this club and I can't let that happen!" Tamaki demanded standing tall and trying to look all serious.

"Hmm.. okay.. sure." Haida hummed hand on his chin intuitively with a mischievous smile. "Under one condition."

"Wh-what?" Tamaki looked very confused. All of the guys aside from Haruhi looked almost scared of what Haida's "condition" would be. Haida almost wanted to delay his answer longer just to enjoy their fearful faces.

"You let me join this club as a host." He finally said with a cheerful smile. "I promise I'll work hard."

That obviously hadn't been what everyone expected. Haida didn't care much for being fawned over; being a cursed Sohma good looks came with it for some reason. He wasn't even tooting his own horn part of the curse was being attractive; certain animal spirits had even more given traits good or bad. He didn't care to act interested in chicks if it meant he got to hang around here for longer.