(I'm not good at descriptions, so just read this story anyways... please?)
The limo stopped at a light, and I opened the door, "Odia, what are you doing?!" Kyoya snapped.
"Keeping my distance from you, just like you wanted." I seethed, my voice horribly shaking as I began to climb out of the limo.
Then his hand latched onto my arm.
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I had anticipated being alone, I was always alone, but then I was hired to help with sales as a way to pay off the stupid vase that a boyish girl accidentally dropped on my head.
Then I got trapped in a labyrinth of emotion.
TW: anxiety, anxiety attacks, self harm, sexual harassment, manipulation, depression, mentions of substance use, disordered eating, kissing, sexual innuendo, a lot going on please read with caution, unhealthy main relationship I was going through a whole lot when I wrote this so this is not a healthy relationship between Odia and Kyoya
Also note: I started this when I was 13-14 (in 2013ish/early 2014) the writing is not awesome but I don't have the heart to delete it.
Hey so my friend and I were talking about what we would do if Ouran Academy and the Host Club existed. So you can here our reactions! We will be first years the same time Haruhi is.
!Warning! Foul language! And I don't own the host club! Also I'll be using fake names! And spoilers so go watch the host club first and come back for my stuff! And I don't own pictures or videos!