A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this fanfic.
It may start off as mild, but the next few chapters will get to be rated M.
Please keep in mind that the direction I am taking with Haruhi has to do with her thoughts reflecting her new found womanliness. She is still based off the Haruhi in the manga/anime, but she may act a bit differently.
Hope you like it! I appreciate feedback or ratings :)
Haruhi was a plain girl; she had always thought of herself this way. Nothing special, really.
She woke up one morning, with one inexplicable thought in her head. If she was so average… so painfully mediocre, how was it that she was constantly surrounded by the richest, handsomest, most popular boys in school.
"Debt," she thought audibly. Her debt to the Host Club must be the answer to this. But no, that did not explain the reason the boys seemed to actually enjoy her presence.
She slid across the crumpled blankets and off her bed, walking towards her full-body length mirror.
Almost mindlessly, she let her pajamas and underwear drop to the floor. She stood naked, without feeling coy, but unabashed and almost curious to observe her reflection. Her legs were quite thin and long, with thighs that curved into flourishing hips. Additionally, her breasts had grown slightly in the past few months. Her pale complexion brought out a few freckles that dabbled through the cresses of her neck and shoulders. Her deep, dark eyes contrasted her ashen face.
Haruhi found herself rethinking the idea that she was a plain, little girl. Maybe it was that she didn't notice before. Or simply didn't care to notice. But actually, she was quite pretty –a type of pretty that isn't just a word to be tossed around.
On the floor next to her lay the wrapping which she used to flatten her breasts everyday. A surge of revulsion suddenly flooded over her. Her eyes returned back to her stark naked reflection. The dam Haruhi had built, holding back her growing teenage sexual urges, was cracking. It could flood any moment. She understood what she felt. It was sexual frustration… her cheeks were red at the realization. She contemplated her feelings until she heard a knock on the door, at which she jolted back into bed, careful to cover her exposed body.
"Haruhi~~~ are you ready yet, darling? You'll be late for school," sang her father.
"A-ahh. I'll be out in a minute," she replied. Her routine this morning was not as per usual, but she carried onto getting dressed. She reached for her cloth wrapping and mechanically tied it around her chest.
However, there was a new kick to her mood. She felt somewhat enlightened. A bit more aware of herself. But there was also something of an ache –a desire –tugging at her.
"Today will be interesting," she thought as she walked out of her room to go to school.
