Until I Met You ||Kyoya Ootori|| DISCONTINUED

•1• Welcome to Ouran Academy •1•

"Miss?"

I hear a soft voice to my left as I'm being shaken awake.

I slowly open my eyes to see my foggy room and a figure at my side.

"Shimizu~San.."

As I sleepily rub my eyes, my vision returns and I see my maid lightly tapping my shoulder.

"Shimizu~San."

She repeats as calmly as ever, but a little louder, not sure if I'm fully awake or not.

I wave my hand at her. "I'm awake, I'm awake." I rub my eyes again when my vision begins to blur again. Once I fully recover from my slumber, I spread out on my bed, stretching my stiff limbs.

"Ah! Shimizu~San, time to get ready for school! Would you like to hear about your schedule today?" She chirps as she moves across the room as if she's on wheels.

I slowly stand up and yawn, combing my fingers through my long, straight, black hair. My fingers slow as they reach they find the tangles. This gave me time to slowly examine the large room. I chuckled to myself, this room always made me feel like an ant, even though it was filled to the brim with furniture and decorations, it was still as empty as ever. It could never be filled.

"Miss, you should shower as we finish preparing breakfast."

My maid's soft voice breaks through my thoughts, and a weird squeak leaves my throat. My fingers leave my hair as I slowly come to reality.

I sluggishly nod at my maid and wave her off. I maneuvered to the shower and stripped my nightgown. I reach the handle and turn on the water. I smile to myself as the warm water rains onto my back, the steam slowly dancing out of the shower.

After I finish drying myself off from my relaxing shower and changing into my dress, I move myself to the mirror to stare at my new uniform.

I make a face of disgust as my eyes trace the unflattering school attire. I sigh in defeat. "Well, at least the cloth is comfortable.."

The poofy shoulders on the dress make my arms look all the more skinny. The skirt falls over my knees, making me feel even more short than I already am.

This uniform only made me feel small. I smack the skirt in a small fit, as if that's gonna make me feel better. My fingers continue to abuse the skirt as I lose myself into my head again.

"Shimizu~San?"

I blink, my hands relax and I turn. My maid called out to me again, checking to see if I'm ready. She chuckles and rushes over to me.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in front of my elegant, dark wood vanity. The desk is covered in hair and skin products. My maid reaches for the brush and drags it through my recently washed hair. She quickly made use of the hair ties on her wrist and tied up my hair into low pigtails, leaving my bangs to fall on my face.

She was about to wrap a ribbon around the pigtails, but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She smiled at me, knowingly. She lightly patted my back, making me stand up. I nodded at her and left the room.

I slide down the hallways easily with my socks and rush down the long stairs to the dining room. I see both my parents at the end of the unusually long table; I sit at the other end of the table and glance at the elegant adults across from me.

I never liked this stupid table. It made me feel all the more distant from my so-called family.

Michiya Shimizu, the only child, and sole heir to my family's Company. Adopted child. After my parents found out that my mother was barren, they adopted me when I was ten years old to avoid the struggle of taking care of a baby.