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First day of the school year and Kita already regretted everything.
Her first thought once she saw the school and passed the main entrance was that she hated the designer of the school.
For starters, it looked like Barbie’s dream university. It was bright pastel pink, with multiple buildings connecting in some way, and no way of pointing out where is where for the first year students like her. Second the whole school was bigger than her whole neighborhood block! Even with a map, she still couldn’t tell where she was and where she needed to go.
The school’s administration wasn’t any actual help in the long run. The secretary gave her a map and her daily schedule and the most vaguest directions that even a trained tracker would have understood. The fact that she missed the freshman school tour that happened before the start of the school year because she was finishing up the papers the school required for her scholarship didn’t help her either. Which altogether lead to Kita being completely lost on her first day of school with no friends to depend on and extremely out of her league.
The fact that she stood out like a sore thumb was aiding in her uneasiness. Being a scholarship student from a middle class family of four meant that she couldn’t afford the material to make the female uniform unless her family didn’t want to pay the mortgage for the house for the next four years in exchange for one set. However, after seeing the female uniform from the girls exiting out of their limos from when she was walking into the school, she was thanking every single deity that was listening for her broke ass.
Kita was willing to sacrifice a lot of things to be able to attend this school and for her future. Giving up going to the same school where her friends went, waking up two hours earlier to be able to catch the metro that dropped her off closest location by Ouran, and knowing that she was going to be an outcast due to the socio-economic status differs from her new classmates. But she will not, not while she is of sound mind and body, allow herself to be dressed up as a giant yellow cupcake on a daily basis.
However, Kita had to follow school policy for students in her position. For a female student she had to wear something that covered her entirely. So that meant no short sleeves business shirts or any of her old school skirts, whatever end result she came up with had to be in school colors and get final approval from the administration. In the end, her uniform was composed of a pair of black dress pants with a long sleeve canary yellow button down shirt and a white tie with black loafers. Extremely comfortable in her personal opinion but it meant that every student that so much as glanced her way knew that she was a scholarship student and hence avoided her as if she was Carrie during the prom finale.
Yet. that isn’t really the worst thing that she has experienced in the entire 30 minutes that she’s been on campus.
“I heard she’s in her first year.”
“I heard that she’s going to be working in the kitchen at the end of every day.”
“Of course she would! Poor thing, even with the Souh family paying for her education, she must be too poor to pay for everything else.”
“I heard that commoners like her live in homes that are smaller than our entire dining room! Can you believe that?”
“That poor commoner! We’re so lucky that we come from families like ours. Can you imagine living like her?”
The gossip! Kita doesn’t describe herself as a violent person but there is only so much a person can take with that condescending type of talk. Worst of all, it's mainly sympathy for her, but all it does is cause her blood pressure to rise and the map in her hand to be wrinkled up in her fist order to hold back from causing a scene.
She was so distracted by her thoughts to help calm her down before she hit anyone she didn’t notice the ashen blond haired boy walking directly in front of her talking to a ravenette boy whose height puts a tree to shame.
That is until she literally slammed into him and landed on the floor.
At least the hallways were finally silent as the students watched on, Kita just wished that it didn’t end up with her ass and the palms of her hands throbbing.
Shaking her hands to ease away the pain she looked forward to see who she bumped into only to face the button of a blue blazer and not the face of a boy on the floor with her. Kita could feel her brow furrow as she tilted her neck back to meet surprised light brown eyes of an extremely youthful face.
For someone so small, he must have really good balance. He hadn’t even moved from their collision and it was all on his own. The tall boy next to him didn’t have a hand on the blond’s back to prove that he was the reason that the boy didn’t eat the floor like she did, in fact one hand was buried into his pants pocket while the other was holding his bag over his shoulder. Both of them were staring at her (one with indifference and the other in shock) and Kita felt her face burn as she realized that she was still on the floor staring up at them in the middle of the hallway and making no effort in apologizing for her actions.
God, I hope that my mother will never hear about this or I’ll get ripped me a new one for my poor manners.
Quickly gathering the scattered papers off the floor and rising to her knees, she was about open her mouth to apologize when the boy beat her to it.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” His voice matched his image. Boyish and kind of high pitched, but it completed his look. His surprisingly calloused hand was held out towards her, but she was just staring at it as if it was the first hand she has ever seen in her life.
Shaking her head to bring herself back to reality before responding, “Don’t be sorry, it’s my own fault. I wasn’t paying attention when I should have been and bumped into you.”
Placing her hand onto his fully prepared to use her own strength to lift herself up, she was surprised once again. For someone who looked like he belonged in the elementary department he was surprisingly strong to the point that she slammed on to him when he pulled her up.
Don’t judge a book by its cover has never been more true. At first glance, he really looked as though he could be carried like an overnight luggage bag, but in reality, he was muscular and the material of his uniform did not hide it all. She quickly stepped away before she could embarrass herself any further and found that she couldn’t meet his gaze. No longer slouching she noticed that his head reached her browline, so he wasn’t as short as she originally thought he was.
“I’m so sorry again,” Kita said as she gave the strap of her shoulder bag a death grip.
“It’s fine. Are you hurt?” The honey-colored haired boy asked, trying to meet her eyes.
Kita shook her head and still refused to move her eyes away from the shoulders of the dark haired friend of the unnamed boy. “Were you looking for something? You had a pretty tight grip on that paper in your hand.”
Finally meeting his eyes and noting they were the color of the foam on top of a macchiato, she pushed down her embarrassment and explained how she was lost and was looking for the first year hallway.
“Oh! We’re in the same year then,” He said with a smile as he grabbed the sleeve of the boy next to him. “Did you hear that Takashi?” The newly named Takashi only hmmed in agreement as he glanced between the two.
“We would walk you but we have to go to the dojo to prepare for this afternoon. But we can give you directions, though.” The regret in his voice was real so she knew he wasn’t faking it just to be polite. Quickly agreeing before she did something to humiliate herself any further, she wrote down the directions that the boy gave on the back of her map. Before she left she apologized once again for bumping into him and thanked him for his help.
The last she saw of him was his smile before she turned to leave and the sound of his laughter filled her ears.
Finding her classroom was easy with his directions. It was so easy, she felt kind of embarrassed that she got lost in the first place. The whispers about her started up once again when she found her seat, but she tried to ignore them, hoping that the boy would be in class with her- hoping to at least have someone she somewhat knew in this dollhouse of a school.
Sadly her wishes never came true as homeroom started and the boy never came in.
According to the whispers of her classmates, the boy who was named Honey, was in the class above her 1-A. In short, the only chances of her seeing him again would be the hallways if she was lucky.
It was disappointing. To Kita, it seemed like he was a good person to have as a first friend in this school.