𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

So for now on, you are just keeping it on secret.

After your first visit to the Host Club, all of your friends had new crushes in each of the boys and when they asked you, you didn't know what to say so you just went with it.

"Fujioka-kun is cute," you said, shrugging your shoulders.

Your friends' eyes went wide the second those words left your mouth. One of them squealed, grabbing your arm so tight it almost hurt. "Oh my gosh, you like the quiet one? That's so perfect!"

You tried to play it cool, shrugging again like it was no big deal, but your face was already getting warm. "I mean, yeah. He's… nice. Cute. Whatever."

From that moment on, it was chaos. Your friends turned into full-on matchmakers overnight. They started dragging you back to the Host Club every single afternoon, claiming it was for their own crushes. But really, they spent half the time whispering and giggling while they pushed you toward Haruhi's corner of the room.

The first time they tried setting you up, you wanted to melt into the fancy carpet. You were sitting on one of those velvet couches, sipping tea you didn't even like, when two of your friends suddenly left you there alone with Haruhi, who was quietly organizing some paperwork.

"Um… hi," you managed, your voice coming out way too soft. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought he might hear it. Haruhi looked up, his big brown eyes blinking at you in mild confusion.

"Hello. You're back again," he said, smiling politely like always. "Do you want me to keep you company?"

"Um, I mean... if you want," you said, frowning a little.

Haruhi tilted his head a little, trying to figure out if you were okay. He offered you another cup and his fingers brushed yours when he handed it over, you nearly dropped the whole thing. He was so calm and normal while you felt like your brain was on fire.

After that, your friends got bolder. They started accidentally leaving you two alone in the music room during club hours. One time they even made up a fake club event where everyone had to pair up for some silly game. You ended up partnered with Haruhi for a dance and your hands shook so bad you stepped on his feet a couple of times.

"You're really nervous today," he said quietly, not looking at you directly because he knows that would make you even more nervous. "Is everything alright? You don't have to force yourself to come here if you don't enjoy it."

Your face burned. He thought you didn't like the club? That wasn't it at all. "No, I… I do. It's just... awkward. I'm awkward." You wanted to say more, but the words stuck in your throat.

Haruhi smiled. "I don't think you're awkward at all. In fact, I find you very sweet."

That. That shouldn't have made you feel like that. Your stomach was doing cartwheels over a boy? No way! You're not attracted to boys, even if they look cute and feminine like Haruhi.

But Haruhi was so nice with you. He'd just listen when you stumbled over small talk, offering thoughtful little comments about school or the ridiculous antics of the other hosts. Sometimes he'd even smile at you in that genuine way that made your stomach flip.

Your friends, meanwhile, were losing their minds. Always saying things like "HE LOOKED AT YOU FOR FIVE WHOLE SECONDS" and "GO FOR IT GIRL HE'S TOTALLY INTO YOU". You kept telling them to stop, that it wasn't like that, but they wouldn't listen. They were convinced this was the romance of the year.

At some point, everything started to feel too heavy. You slipped away after classes, finding an empty classroom on the third floor. The door clicked shut behind you and you slid down against the wall until you were sitting on the cool floor, knees pulled up to your chest.

You felt like the worst friend in the world. Every time they giggled about your "crush" on Fujioka-kun, you smiled and played along, but you were lying to them. Hiding the biggest part of yourself because you were scared they would look at you differently. What kind of friend does that?

The door slid open softly. You froze, quickly wiping your face with your sleeve, but it was too late. Haruhi stood there, holding a stack of papers, looking surprised to see anyone inside.

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said. He hesitated, then stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Are you… okay? You look really upset."

You tried to say you were fine, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, fresh tears spilled over. Haruhi set his papers on a desk and sat down on the floor a respectful distance away.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he added after a moment. "But if you need to talk, I'm here."

That was enough for you to tell the whole story between sniffles. How your friends dragged you to the Host Club. How you panicked and said Fujioka-kun was cute just to have something to say. How they turned it into this huge thing, pushing you two together every chance they got. And then the bigger truth, the one you had never said out loud to anyone.

"I'm a lesbian, Haruhi," you whispered, staring at your hands. "I've known for a couple years now but I haven't told my friends yet. I'm so scared they'll think I'm weird or that it'll change everything between us. So I've been pretending to have a crush on you because you're a boy and it was the easiest way to keep the secret. But now everything feels like one big lie and I hate it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this mess."

You finally looked up at him, expecting confusion or maybe even discomfort. But Haruhi just sat there, blinking slowly as he processed everything.

"Thank you for trusting me with that," he said quietly. "It must have been really hard carrying it alone. Your friends sound like they care about you a lot. Maybe… they would surprise you if you told them? But I get why you're scared. Coming out is personal. You do it when you're ready."

Haruhi sat there quietly for a moment, letting his words settle between you. You wiped your tears again, feeling a little lighter just from his words and then he shifted a bit closer on the floor, gathering his thoughts.

"Since you trusted me with something so big, I want to trust you too." He paused, brushing some hair out of his face. "I'm actually a girl."

You blinked at him, not sure you heard right at first. "Huh?"

Haruhi turned fully towards you, a light flush on her cheeks. "Yeah. I never meant for the whole school to think I'm a boy, but after joining the Host Club I just went with it... also I do enjoy looking androgynous and spending time with beautiful girls."

You stared at her, everything clicking into place. The way she moved, the softness in her voice sometimes, how she never quite fit the loud boy energy of the other hosts. Your face grew hot as you realized your fake crush had been on a girl the whole time.

"Oh my god," you whispered, huffing a laugh. "What were the possibilities?"

She let out a quiet laugh, light and real. "It's kind of funny when you think about it."

You end up dropping your face to her shoulder, laughing against it. Haruhi also falls into laughter, wanting to wrap her arm around you but you already lifted your forehead from her shoulder and now you were looking at her right in the eyes.

"Do you really enjoy flirting with girls?" you asked her, wanting to know more about her.

"Yeah, actually I have a favorite," she says, biting her lips shyly.

"Really?" You arched your eyebrows, stopping yourself to ask who it was.

"Yup. She's really awkward sometimes, especially when her friends push her into things she doesn't want to do. But it's kind of cute. She has this pretty smile that she doesn't show enough. I didn't realize it at first, but every time she comes around the music room I find myself looking forward to seeing her."

She paused and looked right at you, waiting for you to catch up. "She's sitting right here, actually."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Me?" you whispered, pointing at yourself.

"Yeah, you."

You have no idea what people do in this situations so you just sit back in your heels, getting awkwardly close to Haruhi's face and you gave her a quick peck on the lips that she didn't even have time to give back.

So now you slide your wet and ruined panties, snapping the fabric between your fingers so it shoots right into Qifrey's face. She startles when your panties land in her cheek and looks at you with your panties fisted in her hand.

"Did you just throw your panties to my face?" she says, trying to sound calm but she's definitely tired of your bratiness.

You just smile, getting on your knees fully naked, nodding fast. "Yup."

Qifrey's eyes narrowed, exhaustion and heat cracking through her calm. She stood up slowly from her desk, the chair scraping back as she tossed your ruined panties onto the floor.

"You've been such a brat all night," she muttered. "I told you I needed to finish this. But no, you just can't help yourself, can you?"

You grinned up at her from the bed, still on your knees, but she didn't smile back. Instead, she walked over to the drawer where you both kept your toys, pulling out her biggest strap-on. The thick glass gleamed under the lamp light and your stomach flipped with anticipation. Qifrey strapped it on without another word, adjusting the harness around her hips while you watched, biting your lip.

"Get on all fours," she said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

You scrambled to obey, heart racing as you arched your back and presented yourself to her. She climbed up behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other guided the fat head of the strap right against your slick entrance. She didn't tease or warm you up this time, you did it all by yourself, actually you were so wet already that it was embarrassing. She pushed in deep in one smooth thrust, filling you up so completely that you gasped and clutched at the sheets.

"Fuuuuck, Qifrey baby…" you whimpered, pushing back against her already.

Her hips snapped forward again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room along with your needy moans. The strap stretched you perfectly, hitting that spot inside you with every rough stroke. You were babbling in no time, whining her name like a prayer, your body trembling as pleasure built fast and hot. "Please, don't stop nghh ah! I'm so close, baby, please so so close…"

Qifrey's hand slid up your back, pressing you down harder into the mattress. She fucked you through it relentlessly, until your thighs shook and you were right there on the edge, a whiny mess ready to fall apart. Your walls clenched around the thick toy, chasing that peak.

Then she stopped. Just like that.

She pulled out slowly, leaving you empty and throbbing, a broken sound escaping your throat as you tried to chase her. "Qifrey! Nooo, come back…"

But she was already stepping off the bed, wiping the strap casually before tucking it away. Her breathing was a little heavy, cheeks flushed, but she sat back down at her desk like nothing happened.

"That's what you get for not letting me work in peace," she said, picking up her pen again. The papers waited for her and she focused on them with stubborn determination, even though you could see the way her thighs pressed together under the table.

You collapsed onto your stomach, still panting and desperate, your body aching for the release she had stolen. "You're so mean," you whined into the pillow, but there was a smile tugging at your lips too, because now you get more time to bother her.