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

ch.26

New friend in the manor.

your pov

I'll give it to Ootori's, the shower is amazing, although that might just be because I'm so used to one with shit water pressure. It almost pained me to get out from under the steamy streams of water but I need to get out to dress my wound and get ready for when Kyoya says the foods done, I'm dying to go see the guys so the sooner the better.

 I grabbed my town and roughly dried my hair with it before drying myself. I slipped in to some comfortable black tracky bottoms and walked out of the bathroom.

I took a moment before carefully peeling the larger blue waterproof patch off my wound. Just as I did there was a knock at the door. 

"Hey what's up?" I yelled to the person on the Other side. Thye must have mistaken that for an invitation in as they opened  the door. 

"Sorry to- Oh I'm so sorry!" A voice squeaked, I looked up from my cut, that was fully exposed, to see Aimi stood shocked before backing up and slamming the door. For a minute I was confused as to why she was so fast to get out then I realised I'm still shirtless... 'shit shit shit' I threw a loose grey tank top on and headed to the door.

As I swung it open and went to follow her I ran straight in to the smaller girl who was stood by the door. 

"Aimi! Um, you didn't?- I mean, you know in there, did you?-" I stuttered worriedly.

"What? See anything, ha- n-no." She waved her hands out in front of her to dismiss me with a large awkward smile. "I mean, did I see you topless? Yes. But that doesn't mean anything obviously, you're still a guy I'm sorry I should have waited for you to tell me to come  I just assumed you wouldn't answer if you were busy but I just came to tell you that Mr. Ootori told me, to come tell you, dinner will be served in ten but I didn't-" She started to ramble awkwardly. 

"Aimi stop it's okay, we're all good just please stop talking and breath." I said over her. She stopped and took a deep breath in and then let one out. "You can't tell anyone okay?" I told her she looked up at me and slowly nodded her head an then glanced down but let out a gasp.

"Y/n your bleeding!" She pointed to a dark red patch on my tank top.

"Ah shit!" i quickly ran back in the room and started frantically looking through the box for what I needed.

"Oh for God's sake let me help!" Aimi demanded and pulled me away from the box. She gabbed what she needed to clean and wrap the wound and i leaned on the set of drawers slightly. "hold your top above the cut." She told me, her tone reminding me of Haruhi when I first got my split lip. Like I did in that situation I did as she asked as she got to work.

It was quiet except for the small gasps of pain I let out as she cleaned it so I decided to fill the silence. 

"Do you think they will be able to get the blood out of it? I really like this tank top." I said in a humorous tone.

"You are so stupid." She said through her giggles.

I fake pouted. "Hey that's no way to talk to a guest." She made eye contact with me and we both let out a small laugh, until I yelped a little when she pulled on the cut too much.

"Oh I'm sorry!" She said quickly. "But you will be glad to know I'm done cleaning it now, I just need to wrap it."

"Thanks for doing this, if you asked my friend Haruhi he would tell you I'm pretty shit a this stuff too."

"Yeah, well it's a good thing I did walk in on you then but I still can't believe you threw that top on over a still fairly fresh wound. It may be stitched but you can still get infections just from the fluff on that top." She had a soft expression on her face as she put a patch over my side.

"Yeah about that 'walking in' thing'." I started.

"I'm really sorry, I didn-"

"No, no it's fine it's just only Kyoya, my boss and the doctors that worked on my side are the only people who know I'm a girl."

"Are you trans? If you are that's okay I won't tell anyone of course."

"Well honestly I don't know. I know I'm a guy to everyone else so I can... do everything I want to do, plus being a host," I tried to avoid the subject of fights and anything that could get me in trouble or drive her away. "but I don't personally identify as a guy, I'm just a masculine female I guess? But its easier to be seen as a guy by everyone else."

"If you don't mind me asking why are you telling me this? We only just met and you don't seem like the type to open up easily." She asked confused as she finished dressing my wound.

"Well I mean you already saw and there isn't any one else I can talk to about it, don't know if you have noticed but Kyoya  isn't the type for these kinds of conversations." She just laughed slightly and nodded in  agreement. "And plus you seem nice like you would actually listen." I said avoiding eye contact with her.

She smiled at me with a warm expression. "Thanks you seem sweet too and I want to talk to you more but" Her smile fell slightly. " I was sent up to tell you dinner will be served in ten minuet and that means we should leave for the dining hall now. But how about we talk more after you have eaten?" She offered with a hopeful tone. I smiled but shook my head.

"I need to go see my friends they haven't seen me since before I was in the hospital and they will want to know I'm alive and not just through text." As I told her this her mood dampened. 

"Oh I see." She said quietly as she fiddled with the ends of her long hair.

"But I shouldn't be gone too long when, I get back we could hang out, talk and get to know each other, I'm gonna be here for a while and it would be nice to have another person I know around here." I offered with a grin. 

She looked up with a large smile and nodded her head. "Yes that sounds great, I've pretty much been given the task of taking care of you while you're staying here so that would probably help me too." 

"Great! Well we should head down, I haven't eaten all day and I think it's getting to me because I can smell the food from here." I joked which she returned with a giggle. 

"Let's go, oh but you might want to, you know, change your top." She said looking down at the red stain. I forgot all about it.

"What do you mean? This is my best blood stained tank top!" I gasped dramatically. She grabbed a hoodie that I had left on my bed and threw it at me as she laughed. 

"Come on, let's go." She sounded amused but also already tired of my sarcasm, 'but I think I'm growing on her.'

"Yes ma'am." I said as I tugged the red hoodie on and followed her out the door.

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