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Hiya reader. I thank you so sooo much for reaching out, I’m sorry it took a while to respond.

Ok thing is, I wanted to clarify smth.

I rly am appreciative for trusting your request to me. After some deliberation tho, I concluded that kidnapping falls under the category I don’t exactly write for, which is yandere themes. Being a mainly fluff writer, I’ll admit I’m not exactly comfortable with writing about that, and I hope that is understandable 😭.

Beyond that, I haven’t been following the latest stories, only reading from what’s available in the EN server ahah 😅 so I wouldn’t (scarcely equipped my current knowledge) be able to write for MDS characterization accurately.

Thank you thank you so much for your understanding. But if got the wrong idea, please don’t hesitate to reach out again!! u can also check on my request rules if u wanna see what i can offer in detail if u still wish to clarify^^ and I’ll do my homework on MDS for you 🔥🔥

Thank you dear reader 🫶

Hiyaaa reader~ thanks for reaching out abt this. I’ll take the opportunity to address recent developments:)

I’m sure you’ve noticed my the recent shift in muses over the last year.

This isn’t to say I’ll never go back to writing for Ouran. In fact, I have been but just in private bcs I haven’t felt like the works have been up to my personal standard as of late.

With the way I write, I tend to obsess over whether the cast’s characterization in my fics align with the characterization in the source material (which is naturally limited by my personal interpretation, I have no issue against others’ interpretations) and since I haven’t watched the anime or read the manga in a while, I’ve felt less and less confident in writing for it 😅

Tldr, I’ll get back to Ouran when I relapse 😋

I just feel this process is necessary to me bcs I highly respect and regard the series. It’s been my comfort and inspiration for years (heck, it’s even the reason why is started writing fics in the first place 🥹), and I deeply, truly mean it when I say I just want to do it justice^^

Thank you for your support and encouragement!! My heart is glad to see and know ppl still care to read my Ouran fics and interact with the fandom at all hehe.

I’ll be back eventually 😊

Ibara with a s/o who is his business partner/rival

Ibara Saegusa x gn!reader relationship headcanons

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: none!!

published: 1/4/26

author’s note: truth be told i was particularly inspired by bits of progression between Anzu and Ibara’s dynamic so far, but I dunno enough abt her character to write her, so a y/n will have to do~~ so, although it’s not the most original idea, pls still do enjoy my personal take and examination of our favorite meow meow capitalist’s hypothetical behaviors^^

Before

Relationships are tricky with Ibara, all the more when it involves personal feelings

I like to imagine that their relationship evolved in a way that even he failed to perceive.

The foundation of their relationship would ultimately be built upon mutual respect for their capabilities and eventually, admiration for their character

The key is building genuine trust. It’s in the buildup and not some one-off, epiphanic moment. This would happen over the course of months to years, very much a slow burn.

It is a feat that Ibara would deem someone capable, all the more if he considers them trustworthy enough to, and eventually confide in them, sharing his more personal ideas and his (previously) unspoken ambitions

Realization

Ibara is aware of his feelings, even when he chooses not to acknowledge them in favor of using his brain power to ponder his priorities such as projects and the direction of Eden, and naturally, his own career

However, when he realizes the possible object of his affections is inseparable from those very responsibilities, it becomes a matter he is forced to face

Turning aside to the existence and plights of others has been the way Ibara has survived and remained focused ensuring his prosperity within the industry. But his feelings for s/o, although often stubbornly repressed, inevitably become ever present and ever growing

Ibara would reach a point where he would have to sit down and assess his own feelings out of his own frustrations of not having full understanding and/or control of the situation

Acceptance

However observant he naturally already is, with his newfound feelings acknowledged, he would have to come to a point where he will decide on his pursuit of s/o

When this happens, he would decide on what is the most beneficial

With all Ibara has risked, sacrificed, and unfortunately suffered to reach the height his achievements has taken, he would conclude that entering into a romantic relationship would risk far too much (is what he tells himself)

Yet, in reality, he would fail to realize another part of the reason why he decided against it is because of the emotional toll that he believes it would entail and exhaust on his part

(as we’re painfully aware, Ibara is a mess with emotions. He’s observant, being sensitive to others’ feelings. He's aware of the effect his actions have on others. The guilt he experiences, or any other emotion resulting from his decisions— emotions have quite literally become a burden, a roadblock to him. and we’ve seen him bury himself in responsibility to specifically avoid having to feel at all hello first few chapters of Rouge & Ruby:D)

Despite his resolve, in the event that his feelings are reciprocated and s/o feels just as strongly for him, Ibara would learn the hard way that the outcome wouldn’t be up to his deduction and decisions alone, and that relationships are a two sided^^

and with some pushing, with direct, outward expression of reciprocation, and an eventual climax in a moment of quiet where both Ibara’s and s/o’s feelings are finally made clear to one another… I’d say CosPro would have themselves an official pair^^

Post Relationship

Both being in idol entertainment businesses, they would understand the need to keep their true relationship status undisclosed to the public, however, knowledge of their relationship would be just as sparse within their work as well

The only ones armed with the information would be their other inseparable coworkers such as the members of Eden. Ibara insisted there isn’t a need for other parties to be aware, even the boards of their respective companies bcs…

They would agree to maintain unshakable professionalism, even before the people who know^^

Comically, this behavior makes the ones aware, question if their arrangement really is the case at all. Gratefully for the couple, besides extinguishing the possibility of rumors arising, it’s amusing to watch the puzzling expressions and fruitless attempts to make either or both of them fold.

The more typical romance between them is only ever known to Ibara and s/o. Neither relinquish information or exhibit behavior revealing their true relationship or personal lives to anyone, without exception

At the beginning, Ibara would have this arrangement for the sake of keeping up with the customs of their industry, respecting the status quo. However, at the point where he truly begins to grow in (what he finally accepted as) love with his partner, he would appreciate the secrecy and consider it vital for maintaining sanctity of their relationship

Although Ibara and s/o separately possesses the resources to prevent public backlash from disillusionment or whatnot and pull public favor toward supporting them, he prefers to use his influence to instead mask the fact, keeping their private lives separate from their professional ones

And now, as for his behavior behind closed doors well… let a girl dream— We got soft Ibara y’all ☺️

Since he and s/o exert much effort to preserve any more intimate sentiments and exchanges for their moments alone, at the rare times where they actually do find the downtime, their interactions are mellowed down, uncharacteristically comfortable, and playful

Ibara would take the opportunity to refer to his s/o causally, by their first name instead of the usual ‘mister or miss last name’ or over the top honorific he might’ve bestowed upon them as he usually refers to his colleges (such as the iconic ‘Your Excellency’ or ‘Your Highness’)

Instead of backhanded ridicule, Ibara would make thoughtful, often disarmingly sweet but sincere comments, only to play them off as lighthearted jabs or teasing

Admittedly, he does this out of enjoyment from witnessing their reactions, whether that be flustering or irritance, or his preferred ‘astute’ comeback. He would even teasingly say he relishes in it: their expressions, words, gestures, and all~

They’d engage in witty banter and share many peaceful but chatter-filled evenings

It’s the quiet moments that he found he cherishes the most tho. When the previous days grew far too long, too stressful it manifested into a weight on his conscience or body, he found his relief in hearing his partner's voice, whatever the conversation may be. However tired he is, he’d keep up the conversation. Speaking to his s/o in any intellectual or even nonsensical capacity, it’s healing to him. Also considering how he’s usually the one yapping the day away, being silent and the one listening is a nice change of pace, he believes

Being titans in business comes with perks besides connections and wealth, they learned they’re quite effective communicators. So relationship-destroying fights have never and will possibly never occur between them^^

What usually occurs are petty arguments or disagreements or a calling out of either's behaviors

A significant point of tension at the beginning of their relationship would be Ibara’s or either of their tendency to overthink (things they said or did to one another or with another party). These worries eventually are overcome by their growing trust and patience, which naturally progresses in time:)

Although, Ibara isn’t above bringing up business matters even during their designated period of relaxation, so it would have to be his s/o’s responsibility to remind or chide him to keep those matters unsaid if it not urgent

Since those times are rare for the both of them, considering their standing allows for such little personal time, Ibara’s mode of expression for his affection would involve much subtle gift giving, or basically providing any resources he has in his disposal to aid them in their work, under the guise that it’s a move for business opportunity, which gratefully goes under most people’s radar

Oh but Ibara can’t help but slip once in a while… lest we forget his petty tendencies. As calculatingly chipper and savvy he acts in public, the instance where any sliver of disrespect toward his s/o comes to his attention, he’d have to be an even worse-off and most unworthy fool to tolerate such slander in front of his and their faces. He’d smoothly transition away from the unsavory topic and be grumbling about it hours after, which earns a silent, endeared chuckle from his appreciative darling.

Even when he receives a subtle glare from s/o as a warning from time to time, slipping in few purposefully cheesy compliments doesn’t hurt as much as he exaggeratedly makes it seem^^

Oh but can he really help it? Accept it all as a silly little slip of the tongue, or perhaps he’s just observant 😮‍💨

Conclusion

Even while Ibara convinced himself, he would be dishonest by claiming he was wholly satisfied. Particularly, he does have his moments of dread when he’s obliged to act out of character toward his s/o to keep up appearances, such as when he restrains himself from outwardly fussing over them when he’s solely aware they’re feeling unwell

He has his methods though ofc, he won’t relinquish his partner from the care he’s wholly willing and capable to give, however pushy it may seem at the moment

“Your Eminence! I’ve cancelled our morning and afternoon meetings and rescheduled it to whatever date you feel up to the weather. Do take the time to rest for the remainder of the day. Go on your way now~”

He practically ambushes them, leaving no room for argument and proceeds to nudge them out the office door^^

Despite encountering the occasional constraints, they’re both aware and respect that it is what works best for them, in terms of their responsibilities and personalities

The most enduring hurdle has been the continuous, undying bait from the other members of Eden. Their curiosity and toward the nature of their relationship (and insistent the prying that accompanies) irritates Ibara to an unreasonable degree. Unfortunately for him, his reactions to their taunts amuse and nourish their curiosity all the more~

Am I allowed to be this happy—

UR TELLING ME THIS HAPPENED IN 3 PULLS???

… sudden gacha luck is scary… I’m beyond grateful tho thank u for smiling at me, heavens

past school notebook fandom doodles

besides my main fandoms, some of my OCs are mixed in too. then there’s some Eve, Kanaria, and weirdly enough, Lovely Complex too~

Among all of these, that Mori-Honey-Haruhi one is the most memorable (def not bcs I made it while stalling in a boring class across different sessions).

Also also, all the Enstars doodles were in the math section of my notebook— very telling 🤡

Some close ups:

Somehow this image was engraved in my head even when I was taking the test— core memory. I mean it’s Ibara so I’m intrinsically biased 😛

I think I forgot to cut this one out of the page, sorry Nagi

that was felt, Aira, Mayoi

… All that, scattered across this mountain of processed tree

Readerrrr🥲🥲 it means so much 😭😭😭 thank you for reading and enjoying it!! It puts my heart at ease to hear others outside of my immediate irl circle, enjoying the things I fantasized abt lol.

I really do hope to bring more fics to this community!! Esp for Ibara and the rest of Eden cuz ngl I’m seeing a drought in the hashtags 😭😭 Anywayyy I really do thank you reader for your encouragement and support:) please continue to look out for more fics!!

Salute to you~!🌹✨

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—Iba nui jumpscare

Reader… your praise means a great deal to me bless your soul thank u sm🥲 genuinely so so so glad u enjoyed it my hearts elated!!!

Truth be told I’ve been conceptualizing a part 2 for that fic, I hope you’ll read and enjoy the follow up once it comes out too~✨

pls don’t hesitate to request if you have any scenarios in mind for reader-insert fics of the other Eden members or other units (I’m somewhat confident in writing for Alkaloid and Crazy B??)

Great thanks, Reader! Salute 💕

… and here’s a random pic of my Ibara nui bcs he’s simply too precious lol

Verdict

Ibara Saegusa x fem!reader

summary: Ibara Saegusa is someone people close to him would describe as ‘emotionally constipated’. His unit mates’ sentiment on the matter, however, is challenged after witnessing his odd behavior around CosPro’s new lady producer.

word count: 2.1k words

warnings: none~

published: 5/4/25

author’s note: Aha! My latest hyperfixation 🥰 I love Ibara and all of Eden so much!! But truthfully I’ve got only a basic understanding of them since I’m still in the process of reading through all the stories from both eras 🥲 so if there’s any misinterpretations or mischaracterization, I’d like to apologize in advance. Please let me know if you want more Enstars fics! my requests are still open~ Enjoy! ⭐️

It was a pleasant midday in Ensemble Square. For those in Cosmic Production, the day felt rather slow and mundane when compared to their usual hectic work hours.

Many of the major seasonal events had either passed or were in their planning stages, making the past few weeks feel like a downtime to the idols particularly.

Within one of the CosPro headquarters’s many periodically unoccupied meeting rooms sat the agency’s golden child and leader of Eden, Nagisa Ran, who was peacefully passing his free time arranging the precious stones and minerals he’d accumulated from his excavations.

The silent soul reached for a stone across the adorned, bejeweled desk, examining its properties against the light that shone through the room’s expansive windows.

A reflection projected by the glass, however, split Nagisa’s attention. He set his stone back into the organized pile before him and he let his eyes travel across the see-through glass installations to the office area directly outside the room, catching a clearer view the scene unfolding.

“I noticed… Ibara’s been staring at her.” He muttered his mental processes aloud.

The sudden utterance—especially of such an intriguing allegation, caught the pair that made up Eve’s interest instantly.

“At who?“ Jun, who was seated next to Hiyori at the opposite end of the extensive table, sharply turned to his senior. His tone and expression made it seem as if he was unreasonably aggravated, though Nagisa knew better.

“Ibara has?” Hiyori bounced and chimed in, peeking from beside Jun to infer.

Nagisa signaled them to turn the same direction as his gaze. They obliged, and like their leader implied, their group’s producer and fellow member, Ibara indeed occupied the adjacent office area.

Ibara simply stood against a cubicle divider with his usual polished stature alongside two other employees who shared his space.

At first glance, it would appear that the trio were all actively contributing to the discussion they were having, however, if one would take a prolonged moment to observe, it was clear that one of the three was staying out of the conversation. And to their surprise, the silent member was their self-proclaimed “socializer”.

“Ibara hasn’t spoken since I began watching him.” Nagisa relayed.

Ibara’s attention seemed to be fully fixated on the woman across from him. Though he maintained his routine business posture, his performative smile lacked the sharpness it usually carried. Even when his smile never reached his eyes, it was apparent, at least to the other members of Eden, that his demeanor felt irregular, to say at the least.

Jun blinked, having difficulty articulating his thoughts while scrutinizing the interaction, “Is he tryna—is she his type… or something?”

Hiyori shuddered, face contorting to one of displeasure as he faintly tugged at Jun’s sleeves, “You’re too trusting Jun! She’s the new producer, it’s obvious he’s sizing her up—ah! How pitiful~”

Unfazed by Hiyori’s theatrics, Jun continues, “She must be skilled enough to get into CosPro as a producer. Knowing Ibara, he won’t allow to be threatened in his own turf.”

“How heartless, that Viper gives me more reasons to disapprove of him everyday! Warui hiyori…” Hiyori pouts with tears seeping into his waterline, he sobs into his hand.

The pair eventually return to whatever task they’ve bestowed upon themselves before Nagisa’s interruption. But Nagisa’s eyes lingered, his curiosity keen on analyzing his partner’s intentions.

Hiyori and Jun posed a fair assumption, Nagisa acknowledged. Though he had to dispute their claims even despite their credibility. Somehow, he felt this instance was really one of its kind.

The look Ibara was subjecting the lady to was one Nagisa has never particularly seen his unit-mate display in the open, most especially toward someone he’s presumably never met.

What is normally a glare of imposing superiority, arrogance, or judgement was instead replaced by a gaze that unveiled the hidden softness deep within Ibara’s jagged, distorted mindscape.

He appeared murky, a glossed-over version of his usual self, Nagisa could tell. It couldn’t be from the lack of rest he’d often hear Ibara complain about when he’s reaching his limit. All things considered, Eden was more unoccupied than they’ve ever been these past few weeks. Ibara’s even had time to prep and cook all 3 of Nagisa’s daily meals recently, so fatigue can’t possibly be the cause.

Curious.

He continued to observe Ibara even after this initial encounter, and it gradually became apparent that interactions like these became more commonplace.

Like Hiyori mentioned, the woman was indeed a new staff member employed as an idol producer. He figured that being in the same position as Ibara, it was only natural she should train under him—the top, most influential producer in their company. And he was right to assume that. More and more of Ibara’s hours were dedicated to guiding her, which made this self-imposed operation all the more plausible.

And so Nagisa, roping in Hiyori and Jun, took this arrangement as an opportunity to investigate further. Perhaps this operation would keep him occupied until a new rush of idol work will come their way, he thought. So for now, he declared this mission is of Eden’s highest priority!

Days have passed since they decided to uptake this charge. Within the timeframe, little interaction between them and Ibara took place, well at least for Hiyori.

Among Eden, Hiyori had been receiving more work and so he found himself frequenting their office less. But today, he figured he’d visit to check up on their agenda’s progress for the lack of anything better to accomplish.

Hiyori turned a corner to meet with Nagisa at their usual spot when he caught Ibara and the lady producer entering an elevator. He rushed, as discreetly as his shining being could, to the nearest wall to watch them at a closer distance.

He saw Ibara hold out the door for her before entering himself and navigating the elevator controls before curiously stepping out himself and sheepishly waving her goodbye even after the doors slided shut.

Sheepishly.

It was unmistakable.

He was like a lovesick adolescent, all with his palm behind his nape, a bashful gummy smile, and hands jittering.

Ibara Saegusa, the tyrannical mastermind that Hiyori grew to despise for all his shameless faults, was.

“What is going on?” Hiyori shrieked at himself, truthfully stumped at what he just witnessed.

It just doesn’t make sense in Hiyori’s head. What would Ibara gain from buttering up to her? If this was one of the snake’s new schemes he’s executing it frighteningly well, he thought. As far as Hiyori’s knowledge goes, she was really a fresh idol producer with truthfully nothing tied to her name, so what was all of this for?

“Ohii-san, please keep it down.” Jun brought a saucer holding a teacup up to Hiyori, setting it before the man who was sprawled on the plush office seat, defeated and winded after he recounted what he had seen to his two companions.

Jun slumped down the seat across Hiyori, running his hand over his mouth, “There’s no way—“

Hiyori leaped out of his seat with a surge of energy, stomping at the ground, “You doubt my judgment, Jun!?”

“Please give me some grace—it’s hard to believe, is all.” Jun sighed.

“Have you noticed anything, Jun?” Nagisa joined, kneeling by the coffee table to level with them.

“Actually…” Jun grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes, Jun! You must have!” Hiyori cried, bending over in anticipation.

Jun recounted an exchange he had with both Ibara and the new producer. He detailed that the day prior to this, Ibara had pulled him aside to discuss his next activities. While they conversed, the woman in question appeared and smoothly entered their conversation.

Ibara wasn’t necessarily acting differently, Jun explained. However, it was when their conversation ended when he picked up on an irregularity.

“Iba-kun.”

“Iba-kun?” Hiyori and Nagisa tilted their heads.

“She called him Iba-kun.” Jun said it plainly, but one could notice the color draining from his face.

Hiyori’s breathing became panic-stricken, he yelped an unholy shout of despair.

Nagisa merely hummed. “They’re already on a first-name basis.”

“A-and he didn’t correct her?” Hiyori whimpered as Jun replied with a shake of his head.

“Ibara went silent after she called him that, then she said sorry afterward, but Ibara didn’t accept it. He just changed the subject.”

Jun continued, describing how Ibara even laughed it off. But his laugh was one that sounded fundamentally different. Usually, he keeps the toughness and grit that his voice would carry as a performative element to his businessman persona’s pleasantries. However, this laugh was hearty, light, unfamiliar to anything Jun had heard in his years of knowing the man.

“There’s no denying. There’s something there.”

They all sigh.

Jun bumps his fist into the table, “Ok, no. We have to confront him.”

“We have practice as Eden later today, we should ask him then.” Nagisa suggested, equally determined.

“Please! My heart cannot stand another day in ignorance.” Hiyori clenched his chest.

They all held their breaths until their practice time came. In true faith to his character, Ibara exceeded punctuality, arriving at the training room a half-hour early. The trio decided to enter all at once to interrogate him, and that they did.

After a short struggle, they managed to back Ibara to a literal corner at the edge of the practice room, guarding all the sides he could possibly slither to and escape from.

“Jun, Your Highness, Your Excellency.”

“What is this about?” Ibara gave them a ridiculing, cautious glare, his tone matching the same force.

Intimidated, they nearly shrunk. But they’re holding the power!

Hiyori held his chin up high, insulted at his targeted insistence, “Ibara!”

“Your Highness.” He replied coldly.

“You will answer my every question starting at this moment, understood?”

Ibara huffed and recovered, returning to his default faux upbeat and subservient attitude. He smiled at them, spectacles glimmering, “Certainly! However, you must also accommodate my own, what is this about?”

He doubled down with increased intensity and ferocity. The difference in his tone from his pointed words unsettled them.

“The lady producer,” Nagisa spoke gently but upfront, “How do you feel about her?”

A silence wrung between them, tension from amounting anticipation and stillness, strained the air they breathed before it was broken by abrupt fumbling,

“Ha-ha?” Ibara was unquestionably caught off guard, expecting he crossed them for some work-related reasons or issues, but this? About her? And…

Was that hesitation? Ibara?

“You flinched!” Hiyori wailed, “Now—don’t even attempt to play dumb!” He waved an intrusive, accusing pointer finger at the compromised man.

“Well?” Nagisa pushed further, remaining calm but adamant.

Ibara huffed, his eyes averted and brows knit together, and his last word strained. It was as if he was uncomfortable in his own skin.

“… I knew her from my time in the military camp. She lived nearby—that’s all.”

After a few moments of tense silence,

“… Did you miss her?” Nagisa suggests humbly, with ease.

Ibara’s eyes betrayed his calculated facade, its usual chill wavered. He was guarded, insecure.

Hiyori exhaled, dramatically fanning his bangs away as he relieved himself of an anticipated breath he held since Nagisa imposed the question.

“Nagi-senpai—“ Jun cuts in. But he’s stopped by a loud, imposing thump that quiets the room.

Ibara had slammed his palm against the table beside him that held the disposable water bottles, the harsh movements thrusted the bottles to the ground, sending them rolling away, rattling ominously as they went.

After a moment, Ibara bites back with familiar fortitude, “You are all being ridiculous.”

Ibara straightened his glasses, clearing his throat to reestablish the dignity he upholds as the group’s supposed dictator. He continued, with calm but anchored resistance,

“I am not emotionally invested in Ms. (L/n). Our relations are purely professional. I find her to be competent, efficient, and nothing more.”

He practically spat at them, “I’d prefer you stop insisting otherwise.”

The rest of Eden couldn’t articulate what to say exactly. One felt sorry his curiosity made him insist so far, the other regretted ever confronting him, and another was annoyed at his stubbornness.

“She is a producer and I am her superior—“

Ibara halts.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of heaviness, dread—regret. He exhaled, shaking off the growing migraine. Looking at the ground, taking a bit to re-evaluate. He realized what he just said, and how he said it—how it sounds.

He knows he doesn’t have it in him to deny her further. He can’t. He won’t.

Not after he’s waited this long to see her again.

As much as it hurts his ego to allow his unit members to subject him to such a compromising, vulnerable position, he’ll have to swallow his pride and profuse feelings of disgust to protect her own.

Just this once, he hoped.

“Aha!” Jun, Nagisa, and Hiyori exclaimed in varying levels of energy. Ibara cursed under his breath, turning his head away from them in his tenaciousness.

Jun sighed, relieved and content. Nagisa hummed softly, gratified and accomplished. Hiyori laughed heartily, holding his hands at his chest as he teased,

“You’re not as emotionally constipated as we expected, ‘Iba-kun’~”

That’s insane…. Genuinely—

THANK YOU ALL 🫠🥹

It’s only been a few months since I started but I’ve received so much love from the OHSHC community. I thought was dead for the longest time tbh, but I am elated to know ppl out there still love OHSHC and look out for content even if it’s fanmade.

Let’s keep it alive till it’s eventual reboot!! 🔥🔥🔥

In the meantime, I’ll keep writing my fantastical nonsense till then 🥰🥰 Thanks again my loves!!

Here’s a cute screenshot of Kyoya, Haruhi, and the plushies as candies sculpted by our very own Host King✨

Chapter 0

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader

word count: 123 words

warnings: none!!

published: 1/5/25

author’s note: chapter one is in the works already, fear not!! I’m sorry, I rly just couldn’t resist posting what I had before I suffer this exam week. I needed a dopamine boost and smth to look forward to so pls bear with me 😅😅

SERIES MASTERLIST | Ch. 1

I was taught that highschool is merely a place of simulation.

That people existed to be taken advantage of.

And that the pursuit of everything and everyone is solely for benefits sake.

I believed that for a while, and it was enough for me.

But in my pursuits, a capricious moron came along and shattered my perception of world as I knew it.

I had gained a true friend—experiencing what he called ‘naive youth’.

I thought, if I had come across a true friend in this place, that it was truly enough for me.

But how is it that starting with you, I began to crave something ‘more than enough’?

Why is that with you, my world became impossibly bigger than ever before?

Where Roses Bloom Series

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader

status: UPDATING

started: 1/5/25

last updated: 1/5/25

genre: slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, coming of age, found family, fluff, drama, angst

warnings: heavy MANGA SPOILERS for some chapters (tagged)

SYNOPSIS:

Praised and respected for her poised and warm demeanor, the prestigious Ouran Host Club’s Elegant Type and sole hostess, Y/n L/n, upholds her title with rightful dignity and thanks.

Among her unconventional group of cheerful and loving friends—that are more like family, she believes she possesses everything to ever hope for.

Regrettably however, all appears to be in perfect harmony except for the mutual, blazing contempt she has for her fellow Host Club member, Kyoya Ootori—a man she rightfully loathes for his cold pragmatism, calculating cynicism, and infuriating arrogance.

Even despite their differing values and perspectives, could it be possible for the proud two to come and realize that either was never as irredeemable as they seemed—and could this understanding be the key to bringing the unlikely pair together, as friends or more?

CHAPTER LIST:

❀ -> filler

0 ➯ Prologue

1 ➯ Starting Today, You Are A Host!

2 ➯ The Job of A Highschool Host

3 ➯ Beware the Physical Exam!

4 ➯ Attack of the Lady Manager!

5 ➯ The Twins Fight!

6 ➯ The Gradeschool Host is the Naughty Type!

7 ➯ Jungle Pool SOS!

8 ➯ The Sun, the Sea, and the Host Club!

8.5 ➯ Ouran Suspense Theatre ❀

9 ➯ A Challenge from the Lobelia Girls Academy!

10 ➯ A Day in the Life of the Fujioka Family!

11 ➯ Big Brother is a Prince!

12 ➯ Covering the Famous Host Club!

13 ➯ The Hosts in Wonderland! ❀

14 ➯ Y/n in Wonderland!

15 ➯ Honey’s Three Bitter Days!

16 ➯ A Host Entertains Even in the Rain!

17 ➯ The Refreshing Battle in Karuizawa!

18 ➯ Operation Haruhi and Hikaru’s First Date!

19 ➯ The Fair, the Duel, and the King!

20 ➯ Finding the Soup of Memories!

21 ➯ Kyoya’s Reluctant Day Out!

22 ➯ Chika’s “Down With Honey” Declaration!

23 ➯ Lobelia Girls Academy Strikes Back!

24 ➯ Until the Day It Becomes a Pumpkin!

25 ➯ Mori Has an Apprentice Candidate!

26 ➯ Tamaki’s Unwitting Depression

27 ➯ In Her Loving Memory

28 ➯ Honey’s Cursed Love!

29 ➯ Love in Different Ways

30 ➯ The Host Club’s Great Divide!

31 ➯ A Debt of Kindness

More to come…

Blue Flame

Hikaru Hitachiin x fem!reader

summary: While a blue flame burns with more intensity, an orange flame will always glow brighter. Hikaru is forced to confront his emotions when he finds out the girl he loves chooses his brother.

word count: 539 words

warnings: light angst

published: 12/11/24

author’s note: For those who dunno, for context Hikaru’s host color is blue and Kaoru’s is orange, so hopefully the motif makes more sense with this in mind uhuhuhu. This ones very short and not so sweet bcs I def didn’t make this while procrastinating😁😁 pls pray for my grades- 💀

If I had it my way, you’d be mine,

Hikaru bolts down the open corridor through the highschool building, loafers clamoring violently against the polished pavement, dashing so rapidly it was nearly enough to create sparks.

And I, yours.

“Hikaru wait!” A voice roared from behind him,

Why do you call me?

Decelerating, he huffs and groans. Colliding into the wall to catch his breath and gather his consciousness. He hadn't noticed he ran—if he was in an even worse headspace he would’ve even leaped off the window from their classroom to get away,

Y/n wheezes to get her heart’s rhythm back in tune, noticeably disheveled from the wind even from the distance. “Geez! I know you’re fighting with Kaoru but, please—don’t just run off like that! We want to make our feelings clear once and for all,”

As if my pain isn’t already enough to bear,

“Our relationship isn’t something we want to hide from you! If you’re not willing to hear me out, then at least hear what Kaoru has to say!” She blazed at him with an unquenchable resolve even despite her exhaustion, igniting the strength she had left to reach him from across the courtyard,

Kaoru…

“Oioi!! You’re not escaping!!” She blazed between breaths, now standing before him, arms locked on either side of his forearms, keeping him in place.

“Give it up… I’m too tired to run anyway,” Hikaru huffs, defeated, shoving her hands off of him. Sighing as he leans then shrinks against the wall, crouching below her with his head downcast and hands perched on the crown of his head.

You think I don’t already hate myself enough—that I don’t know I’m being selfish for still wishing it was me?

“I feel I have to apologize to you, we truly never meant to keep it a secret, I swear it.” Behind his bangs he watched as Y/n similarly sighs and crouches down next to him by the wall,

“About Kaoru and me—“ She turned to him, eyes sincere, alight like embers.

Kaoru…Is it so wrong for me to think ‘it’s unfair’?

Despite his best efforts, Hikaru reaches towards her—

It’s all your fault.

And in the most unexpected of circumstances, he cradles the sides of her face, leaning onto her forehead with the most longing—most desperate of gazes.

I’ve always wanted to hold you,

“… What’s wrong?” Completely in defiance to her initial shock and explosion, she concedes, her reply feather-light. Speaking with such tenderness—such sincerity, it’s as if the last thing she would do was implode at him like she did moments before.

“That’s not…” Oh how he crumbled, ruptured inside at the sight—at the prospect that those eyes, those heavenly flames that undulated with such fervor, that he wasn’t ever the fan that stirred that flame.

Stop that.

“You’re unfair.” Hikaru chokes out sour with dread distinct in his voice and in his pining, pleading expression.

“What are you saying?” Y/n grazes the hands holding her face, eyes now mirroring the same pain and agitation in his own—yet hers still pervaded with an unmatched, suffocating warmth.

It burns.

I want to hate you,

But I can’t hate you.

How can I hate you when,

“I love you—“

So, so much.

My Sweetest Downfall

Tamaki Suoh x fem!reader

summary: Y/n L/n spends her days in peace, simply content with observing the world in her little corner. Unbeknownst to the outside, the aloof and standoffish girl privately enjoys sappy romance and hides behind a cold facade. Could the heatwave of Tamaki’s love melt her icy exterior?

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: no spoilers but there are references to chapter 25 of the manga iykyk

published: 11/24/24

author’s note: Uhmmm so this was made for a request but I didnt know that you can’t reply to an ask twice and I dont want to tag them in case they’re not comfortable with it. I can only hope the person who requested it will see it. I am terribly sorry, pls forgive my ignorance reader… Ill be more careful next time T-T 🙏🏻. Moving on, I loved the concept they requested and just had wayyy too many ideas—I eventually settled with this storyline rly rly hope you’ll all enjoy it loves! 🌹✨

The latter half of October is fast approaching, signaling the beginning of the fall season. Though at present the trees’ hues have yet to shift and pathways are clear of shedded leaves, it was still a charming early-fall afternoon at the Ouran Academy Campus.

Within the pristine walls of the High School building, the chatty aristocracies of 2nd year Class A gather together to plan for their displays at the upcoming school fair, the class’s representatives ceremoniously stand side by side up front to facilitate the discussion,

“Onto the main item on our agenda, we’ll decide our class’s theme for the Ouran Fair. After considering some suggestions we’ll vote, settle, then begin planning.” Kyoya begins, hands motioning to his fellow students to start sharing their proposals.

With chalk and an eraser on hand, Y/n L/n the vice-rep, was stationed before the board. Listening silently but intently to take note of the students’ ideas as they recited.

“I’ve got just the perfect idea!” Hopping on his seat, the hyper and ostentatious Tamaki Suoh beamed as he waited to be acknowledged to share his proposal.

“Go ahead Tamaki.” Kyoya acknowledged. Prompted by his friend’s sudden, disruptive outburst, his tone exuded an inkling of irritation.

“Ladies and gents, to separate our class from all the others I propose we choose ‘Commoner’s Culture’ as our theme!” The suggestion was typical for Tamaki yet it's a topic alien to his peers. The subject matter, coupled with his animated presentation, effectively gained their full attention and intrigue.

“We can decorate our venue to imitate a town festival. We’ll set up food stalls and game stands, and dress up in bandanas and aprons as we entertain our guests with typical festival foods and activities—an unfamiliar yet stimulating, and even thrilling experience to many!” Tamaki continued, throwing his hands up to make all sorts of gestures, attempting to assist the others in visualizing his concept.

Unsurprisingly, the crowd was easily swayed, his ‘performance’ igniting every soul in the room with the same enthusiasm as he. Giddy but purposeful chatter shortly filled the space.

“I’m assuming this means we all agree on this theme?” Kyoya slightly raises his voice to get his question across the room, in response every student undividedly exclaims their confirmations.

Kyoya obliged, “Very well then, the motion passes unanimously. Class 2-A theme for the Ouran Fair this year is ‘Kiosks for the Common Folk’. Let’s begin planning now shall we?”

With the first item on the agenda sorted out, the students circle around the middle to assemble the tables, creating a bigger working space as they gather to commence. In a matter of moments the room erupts in a storm of ideas, productive converse stuffing the air.

Y/n, the aforementioned silent vice-representative, just accomplished clearing up the board. She discreetly approached the huddle, settling at a good distance.

They were all far too engrossed in their exchanges to accommodate anything she could’ve said anyway, so it made sense in her head to listen in rather than fully participate. She simply gazed at the crowd and watched peacefully, taking in the plots as they went.

The minutes flew by and it was nearing dismissal time. Overhearing some goodbyes and observing others begin to pack up and re-arrange the tables, Y/n took it as a sign to retire for the day as well.

Right before she could load her discarded notebooks and pens into her bag,

“Y/n!” A head from among the last of the swarm peaked up and whipped around, expelling her name a number of times, calling for her attention. Just as she was about to answer back, the person spotted her and proceeded to jog to her side of the room.

Since she was facing the window, the sun’s rays made it difficult to see the figure properly. It was as if a pillar of light was rushing toward her. Well, if she was speaking figuratively she wouldn’t be far from the truth.

He arrived and stood over her hunched form, greeting her tenderly and offering up his hand for her to take.

“Y/n, my dear,” No other voice ever enunciated her with such cadence, with such sensitivity. The amethyst void that were his eyes were trained and focused onto her with the sweetest, most delicate of expressions.

“Why didn’t you join us? I’m sure you thought of some brilliant plans yourself! And, it must’ve been awfully lonely all by yourself here.” Tamaki gleamed at her thoughtfully, with a charming and elegant grin which was right in harmony with the rest of his ethereal features.

Ahhhh Tamaki Suoh, the famed proposer from earlier. A young man so radiant, so severely refreshing, in his brilliance he rivals the very morning sun. Possessing an authentic heart of gold, he captures the hearts of his peers with unrivaled charm and thus has gained notable influence. He’s tall, foreign, and exceedingly handsome—an unmatched beauty both in and out. A quintessential gentleman is what he is!

Although as to be expected, even despite his magnetism it seems it's quite impossible to please everyone.

“I was quite fine by myself Suoh,” To his invitation, Y/n threw him a sharp look. Her voice was strained, quite evidently laced with contempt.

“Ah, but we’ll be needing your help specifically! Your family owns a construction company, am I right?” Unfazed and untouched by her sneers he went on with the same kindly attitude.

“You’d be right. What about it?” She continued with the same tone, her expression contorting into one of restraint. A clear indicator that the girl was less than delighted to be speaking to him.

To any outsider, it’s evident that with the way the conversation was going, if it was anyone other than Tamaki she was speaking to, it would’ve ended the moment she replied the first time.

“Excellent! If that’s the case then can you provide the stands and kiosks? We haven’t made solid plans for the look of them yet, so if it’s alright with you, could you stay back a bit so the two of us can figure it out?” Ah, the persistence. Even after all the signs that signaled she was giving it her all to prevent herself from exploding at him, he pressed on with a gentle grin on his face, not-so patiently but eagerly awaiting her response.

That grin. That damn grin. Oh how she hated… her love for it, that is.

Truth be told, as standoffish, sharp-tongued, and sour-faced as Y/n L/n seemed, she had a weakness. One she swore to take to the grave to preserve her worthless pride,

Yes, alas! Y/n is just a girl–helpless is she toward anything that resembles romantic cliches!

“O-Oh,” She was quite literally caught off guard, the suddenness of his request flustered her and though it goes unnoticed by the blonde, a hint of pink dusts Y/n’s formerly cold expression. Her mouth draws into a line as she restrains herself from showing any unwelcome reaction, even when she feels her chest twist and hands grow cold.

If it weren’t for her pride, she would’ve undoubtedly been a regular at the Host Club. Y/n was not—not even in the slightest, immune to Tamaki’s princely charms. In reality, she fell for it from the very beginning and even today, the very thought of him shut down every system in her body!

But the irony, the cruel paradox of her love for him was that she hated Tamaki as much as she loved him.

And for what? Because he reminded her of her favorite romance tropes in fiction. She knew well how foolish and childish her spectrum of feelings were. How irrational it all was what bothered her into oblivion!

As the inner chaos raged on, outwardly she stayed stupidly silent and motionless. Not even registering that she had been staring into the poor blonde’s soul with a ludicrous blank face.

Truthfully concerned at her silence, Tamaki relents. He hums, “It’s alright if you don’t want to of course, my sweet. We can always discuss it another time. There’s no rush really, I guess we all just got a bit excited.” There he goes again! Flipping her insides over with the nicknames! Those words paired with the visuals are too powerful, far too dangerous to exist—

She always hated how awfully impertinent she acted toward him, even when she constantly treated him like air—why was he always just so sweet?! He still approaches her, and calls her by those sickeningly endearing names—He’s an angel she’s sure of it.

Every fiber of her being yelped and thrashed against her. She was out of her mind. Logic and reason were out of the equation her mouth unconsciously moves,

“A-as in, the two of us…? Alone? Here? N-n-now?”

She stuttered! She freakin stuttered!

But she spoke! That’s a first—But she also stuttered…

Ahhh… And just like that, the perfectly curated image she built herself crumbled down with just a peep at his splendor.

As the realization dawned, flusteredness rushed to punch her in the gut. She felt herself physically falter, shifting a helpless and sheepish gaze to her lap, shielding her face from the boy. Her hands clasped and harshly pressed down, as she pinched herself to distract from the fuzz in her brain eating at her.

‘A toast... To my worthless pride-‘

Y/n’s thoughts spiraled into a storm, her mind clouded with shame and mortification.

But to her immediate shock, Tamaki start giggling.

Her head whipped up on its own, her body hollering to capture the sight.

As simple as it seemed, to her, it was like witnessing the sun’s rays peek out from the clouds following the rainfall. As infuriatingly unreasonable as it is, the brilliant smile that she loves so much she hates it, it’s her everything.

And like clockwork, she’s once more left to idiotically stare at him in wonder, marveling at the glimpse of heaven she felt most fortunate to witness. She couldn’t care less about her prior embarrassment anymore. At this moment, she was experiencing pure bliss.

Haaah… What could she do? To hell with her pride! Y/n is frustratingly, stupidly, sickeningly—in love.

‘What was this all about again?’