[Ouran High School Host Club X Reader] Intro

You were never really much for the girly, orthodox behavior you had to uphold. Though for the status your family held, it wasn't something you could just shove under the rug.
For long anyway.

To be honest, you weren't really much for feminine things at all.

You loved rock bands.
Horror movies were a way of life.
Old video game tee's and jeans were basically the only wardrobe you insisted on wearing.
Your _(h/c)_  unkempt hair was never really set free from the hold of a hat of some sort.
And those prescription, wide-rimmed glasses you wore; lets just say a huge wound on the fashion sense.

Overall, you were a walking travesty in the eyes of the prosperous class.

Then again, I don’t think you'd have it any other way.


So all in all, you did have some flaws here and there concerning the noble point of view.
But that didn’t stop you from taking advantage of some of the things you did find intriguing.

Music.

You had the voice of an angel most would say. Not to mention you could play the piano like one of Mozart's lackeys.
It was true, through it all, you had always found an outlet in music.
You knew a little something about every instrument out there.

Though the time would come. A time you had cringed at even the thought.


Your father would be gone on business for a five year span.
And shit fuck outta luck for you, he was dragging you and your mother along right behind him.

I mean, you were his little angel; and yes I do mean that sarcastically.
You were his last child, in other words, his last option.

Your younger brother had passed nearly three years ago from leukemia.
You'd be lying if you said you didn’t miss him, he was really the only one who saw you as a person; not some second generation child born to carry on the family wealth.

And you didn’t want it.
But now that he was gone, it would all fall into your hands.

Seemingly being the reason your father constantly watches over you now. Before, you were nothing but a unwanted 'gender-wrong' child for heritance.

Now you are the only valuable chess piece to be moved to benefit the family name.

It does seem unfair, and it does hurt.
Your brother dies, and everyone moves on so quickly.

The value of money means so much to your father and mother.

You resent them for it, but you love them nonetheless.
You’ve never really strove to have friends, and the only ones you have had were only in it for the money benefit.
Your family name is the only thing you’ve got.



For now at least.