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"Because of what I found in your eyes."
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When you think of Y/N, you think of the dream life of any average girl, what one would kill to have.
Y/N is pretty, she's sweet, she's famous, and she's perfect. She has friends everywhere and has had more partners than she could count, including girlfriends.
Her hair was luminous.
She never repeated an outfit.
Her voice left you mesmerized.
Since starting her idol career in Japan, everything has gone well for her, being particularly recognized for her voice and her organizational skills; Y/N preferred to manage her own schedule, choose her outfits, and plan her day. She wouldn't let anyone try to take advantage of her; she knew what she wanted.
She was the best, even if she didn't feel that way.
"Y/N! You look great today!"
"Y/N! Will you release a new song soon?"
"Y/N! Will you sit next to me tomorrow?"
"Y/N! Y/N!"
The crowd thronged the courtyard of the luxurious school where Y/N was located. Soon her tour would end and she would return to her home country; she wouldn't bother making friends, since after all they were just ordinary people she would never see again.
She doesn't need friends.
They're the ones who need her.
"Thank you all so much! I love you guys! But I have to get back to my inn, sorry." Y/N put on her best smile and the sweetest tone of voice she could muster; at that moment she just wanted to rest. As soon as she returned to her home country, she would have a photo shoot, She was going to have to practice her expressions more.
She got into the limousine that was waiting for her outside, rolling the window all the way up and leaning back in the seat.
An ordinary person couldn't live their life; being in the spotlight 24/7 was overwhelming, although of course, she was Y/N and was perfect for any task assigned to her.
That made her feel a nauseating urge to abandon everything.
"Fucking basic people." Y/N muttered.
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At the grand hotel where Y/N and her family were staying, her mother approached to greet her in an exaggeratedly pompous manner, almost dancing as she walked.
"My dear girl! Start packing your bags! We're leaving tonight!" the lady said happily, hugging the young woman and touching her all over.
"Don't touch me, have an employee do it. I'm tired, I want to sleep."
Y/N quickly broke free from her mother's grip and went to her room without letting the other woman answer.
Her relationship with her mother wasn't the best; it wasn't resentment, she simply didn't get along well with adults.
All the older people who are close enough to her describe her as selfish, capricious, arrogant and spoiled, saying that everything she has now is thanks to her parents.
That's a lie.
Don't they know all the effort she put in? They wish they were in her shoes, those envious middle-aged bastard, they're the equivalent of gossipy old women in a poor neighborhood.
She threw herself onto her bed, still unmade, since she hadn't let anyone in, not even the inn's maids. She grabbed her phone and found a peculiar notification.
(Unknown Number:)
HII
Do you remember me? Hehehe.
IT'S ME! TAMAKI SUOH! THE HANDSOME BLONDE BOY WHO TAUGHT YOU PIANO WHEN YOU WERE 7 YEARS OLD DURING YOUR PRE-DEBUT FALL DAYS, WHOM YOU GOT ALONG VERY, VERY, VERY WELL WITH AND PROMISED TO RETURN THE FAVOR! 😁😁😁
Tamaki would have been blocked if Y/N hadn't recognized her story.
One would think it's just another stalker who found her number on a dubious website, but obviously, Y/N has a memory just as perfect as her.
Of course, he was the dramatic kid who offered to help her with the piano when she was little. She didn't remember him well, but he probably did; she always left a mark on others.
Y/N frowned in annoyance before answering.
(Y/N:)
Ah.
Yes, I know you.
Who gave you my number? I'm not signing autographs today.
The girl sent the message with a sigh; it wasn't the first time an acquaintance had written to her with interest. It happened quite often, actually; they always ask for something in return.
(Unknown Number:)
No! I don't want an autograph!
You see, I know you're really good at organizing your concerts, outfits, and all that...
And I also know you'll be coming to Japan soon....
Y/N covered herself with her blanket for comfort. Now that she saw his profile picture, the boy had become much more handsome.
Who knows, maybe they'll even become boyfriend and girlfriend; her last relationship was two weeks ago and she missed receiving affection from someone.
(Y/N:)
Yes, that's all true.
I'll be in Japan for a year.
I'm not interested in contracts.
(Unknown Number:)
No! That's not it!
I wanted to ask you to come to Ouran Academy.
I have a hosts' club and my vice president needs some help structuring our schedule :(((
Please, I taught you Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star!
Y/N was left thinking of an answer.
She wouldn't have much time for silly jokes like being part of a playboy club, but honestly, she was bored.
Y/N's rutine desperately needed a change, perhaps a break from the industry.
(Y/N:)
Okay.
But I'll do it my way.
(Unknown Number:)
THANK YOU SO MUCH :333
Y/N left him on read and placed her latest-model cell phone on a nearby piece of furniture. She would probably regret it later; she hadn't thought much about making that decision.
But it didn't matter anymore, now she would have to meet with Tamaki as soon as she landed from her flight; At least it's a club for beautiful men, and not something like a photography club where strangely homosexual things happen, or a literature club run by a yandere.
She stared at the ceiling; she hadn't even put on her pajamas to sleep, even though she had bought a new set.
Well, as long as she didn't forget to put on her face mask and do her nighttime beauty routine, Nothing bad would happen, assuming that no super weird event occurs that fills the hotel with paparazzi trying to film her sleeping.
And without realizing it, Y/N became the shojo protagonist of a romantic fanfic on Ao3.
And not exactly with the person she expected.
But at least this will make her feel more alive than she is.