Hori didn't know who she was.
She was smart. Pretty. Popular.
Or, at least, that was what others told her she was.
Because in reality, Hori was sadistic, acted like a housewife, and spent more time feeling alone than any of her other classmates.
Not that she had ever told anyone.
And really… it wasn't a problem.
It wasn't that she disliked cooking, watching horror movies alone, or taking care of Sota. Because, really, she loved those things.
And it wasn't as though she couldn't stand dealing with her father's carelessness, her mother's business, and the fact that sometimes it felt like her entire world would collapse if she didn't work hard enough.
Because Hori was used to it. So it was fine. Even if she was alone.
Though sometimes, she wondered if you removed all her duties, and all her pretenses…
Sometimes Hori wondered if she was just empty.
Maybe underneath all her responsibilities and all her lies, she was just a hollow, empty shell of a girl.
But then she had met Miyamura.
And she had started to become a little closer to Yuki. She understood Ishikawa a little more. She met people, and realized that there were people who didn't care about whether or not she was pretty, smart, or popular.
There were people who liked Hori for who she was.
And maybe, she thought, she wasn't such a hollow girl after all.
And maybe, she thought, even in the most empty of people, there had to be a heart.
And Hori's heart was full to bursting.
A/N: A little fluff oneshot I wrote because THERE. MUST. BE. MORE. HORIMIYA. FANFICTIONS! (coughs awkwardly) Even though I'm supposed to be working on other things… (looks away suspiciously)