Hello out there! This is a new story that I am making for Ouran High School Host Club, an anime and manga that has been a favorite of mine for years. Now this is going to be a slow build, predominantly Honey x OC story. Unfortunately there aren't that many good fanfics that revolve around my favorite host and a majority of the good ones are either permanently on hiatus or still in the process of being written. Hopefully I'll be able to do Honey some justice as well.

As for the name of this fanfic, the idea came from the manga Mousou Telepathy. For those of you who don't know it, it's an ongoing manga about Ayako Nakano, a high school student with the ability to read minds who finds that her popular classmate's head is filled with wild fantasies about her. It's a hilarious read and when I started reading OHSHC again I had a sudden thought: We're shown snippets of Tamaki's inner mind theater but what about the rest of the hosts? My biggest question was what Honey thinks about given that he is the oldest but is the loli-shouta of the group. Any way this will basically have elements from both the anime and the manga.

If you want to send feedback please do but be civil about it. While I encourage constructive criticism I do not tolerate flames. If you don't like the way the story is please let me know what I can do to improve it. If not please just exit the page peacefully and move on.

Disclaimer: Under no circumstances do I own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to the incredible Bisco Hatori.

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Italics- Flashback

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Bold Italics- OC's thoughts

Italics with '- Thoughts of others

Chapter 1: Telepathy

"Koganegawa-chan what's the matter?" The teacher Wakahisa-sensei asked a seven year old girl this as she took the second grade class on a trip to the supermarket.

'She's shaking like a leaf!'

She'd wanted that day's lesson to be on nutrition and so everyone chattered excited that they wouldn't have to be stuck in class for the whole day. Most children quivered with excitement. This little girl on the other hand, quivered for a different reason.

When you were a kid, did you ever love playing super hero? Pretending that you had all these amazing powers? Flying, super strength, speed, psychic abilities, the works? In TV dramas and anime it's often viewed as a positive thing. Like having that kind of power is coveted.

'That's a big purse she's got there... Wonder if she'd fork it over for one of those brats' The deep voice of a man seemed to crawl through the child's ears. Wakahisa-sensei carried a heavy burlap tote with her that day filled with activity sheets for her students to fill out. The little girl knew that her sensei was carrying some money on her for the bus toll but it couldn't have been enough for this man.

Believe it or not I've got a power of my own. I can see into the minds of other people. Read their thoughts. It's known as telepathy. You'd think it'd be something amazing right?

It's not. In truth... It is not a positive thing... at all.

Wide copper eyes welled with unshed tears as this thought entered her mind. She shook violently as she turned her head finding a man watching the class from a bench. He was unkept, if his scraggly beard and messy clothes were any indication. His white dress shirt and black pants were stained with food in some places.

I can't control it. You end up hearing everything even if you don't want to. From crushes, to secrets, to information.

'Real pretty too... I've got my knife in my back pocket. That should be enough to scare her...' The little girl paled as his thoughts became darker. Images of her teacher in an unspeakable situation filled her mind causing tears to run down her face and she whimpered as the man kept one hand in his back pocket as he rose from his seat.

Sometimes you hear things you wish you hadn't.

"Koganegawa-chan what's wrong!?" The teacher panicked bending down. The rest of the class stared on at the scene in confusion.

'What's wrong with the weirdo?'

'I've never seen Koga..Kogano... her cry...'

'Does this mean we have to go back to school?'

"Dear what's wrong?" The teacher tried again. 'She just burst into tears so suddenly...' Copper eyes stared into her own brown with the most unadulterated fear she'd ever seen in a grade schooler.

The student could only whisper two words. "K-knife... man..."

Wakahisa-sensei shot up with alarm. Quickly she grasped the child's shoulder and gave her a serious look. "Are you sure?" As soon as she received a nod she asked another question. "Where?"

'Oh god... You've got to be kidding me... This can not be happening...' Her thoughts were running a mile a minute. The girl could feel the teacher's anxiousness melding with her own. She shook harder.

"Dirty..." Was all the child could whisper.

'Dirty?' Wakahisa-sensei thought. Puzzled she turned slightly and searched the crowd around them and spotted the unkept man with hand in his pocket. Even she could tell that there was something off about the look in his eye.

'The brat with her will do...' The child immediately began to cry harder and the teacher knew she had to do something.

"Class we're going to take a detour!" She suddenly announced earning groans from the rest of the class. She immediately huddled them together and they walked faster. All the while, her eyes darted around. 'Come on! There's got to be an officer somewhere!' Koganegawa merely clutched her sleeve and sniffed as the thoughts raced through her mind.

The teacher's eyes finally landed on two men in uniform and she nearly cheered in relief. She took a chance to turn and saw the man getting closer, now shoving his way towards her and the students. Quickly, they made their way and she raced them towards the officers who looked at her in surprise.

"Can we help you m-" He was immediately cut off by her breathless reply.

"There is a man coming after us, he is armed and coming this way. He is wearing a white buttoned shirt and blue tie with stains, black pants, and has a long beard and greying hair. Please, I'm afraid he'll harm one of the kids!" She pleaded. 'He's trying to disappear back into the crowd!' her mind reeled loudly, earning a pathetic whimper from the child still clutching her sleeve.

One of the officers searched for a man matching the description and his eyes soon landing on him trying to make his escape. He blew into a whistle and began running. "STOP RIGHT THERE! I'M TALKING TO YOU SIR! DON'T MOVE!" His partner followed him and soon nearly everyone in the street watched them scuffle with wide eyes. Gasps filled the area as they managed to pin the offender down and wrestle the pocket knife from his grasp.

Wakahisa-sensei watched the scene grimly and held her class close as they chattered about the exciting scene they'd just witnessed. She especially kept the terrified Koganegawa close to her stroking the girls tawny hair and shushing her gently.

I've been able to read minds since before I was able to talk. It used to scare me… hearing these voices all at once. My grandmother hears them too. She says it's a curse in the family. That those born with the copper eyes of the Koganegawa family can read minds. It happened to her great uncle, and aunt before her. To relatives long before them. People thought that they were crazy. Her great uncle took to taking his own life when his fiancee left after he revealed the curse. She often jokes about how she was lucky that grandfather accepted the curse in stride when he married into the family, but I hear the seriousness in her voice and thoughts. I know that she is eternally grateful for my grandfather's love. I am the only other living person with the curse other than grandmother. The rest of my family has grown used to it though the uneasiness is still there sometimes. It took mother the longest when she heard of the Koganegawa family curse. She thought it'd been a joke, but when grandmother read her mind she learned to take it with the utmost seriousness. Grandmother helped her when they found that I inherited the eyes and with it the curse.

"WAHHHHHHHH!" A little girl with tawny hair and copper eyes sobbed as she hid under a bench. She couldn't have been no more than three as she curled in on herself holding her ears. Her mother, a woman with black hair and dark brown eyes, tried to coax her out but winced as the girl only proceeded to cry even harder. Passerbys whispered as they walked by wondering what was wrong with the little girl.

When I was still a young kid it was difficult to go out and play like the others.

"Isane please come out of there!" Her mother pleaded. "Sweetheart I know it hurts but we'll go some place quieter, I promise." She tried to keep her thoughts calm and too a minimum but it was difficult. It had been a simple outing. The mother and mother-in-law were shopping and took the child with them. They'd taken a break in a nearby park and all had been going well at first. She'd been running around and playing on the jungle gym and swings. As time went by however, more and more people began crowding the area, and with it more thoughts. Isane, who was still getting used to reading minds, suddenly began holding her head as the voices began swarming her head. Her vision began blurring and soon she found herself running towards a bench. Anywhere that was quiet. She crawled under the bench and cried for her mother, clutching her ears and wailed for the pain to stop.

Sometimes if there were too many thoughts in one place, I'd end up with horrible headaches.

"KAA-SAN! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

The curse often made my mother feel powerless. She knew I was in pain, but she had no idea what it was like hearing all the voices, all the thoughts, seeing all the images that their minds conjured up.

'Oh God please make this stop!' Her mother thought desperate for her daughter to stop crying out in pain. Her mother-in-law, father-in-law, and even her husband had warned her about the issues the curse would bring but this was causing Isane so much hurt! It was unbearable that even though this was her daughter, as a mother she could only watch as Isane kept suffering.

My grandmother on the other hand, she knew that pain all too well.

'Isane my dear. Focus on my thoughts all right?' The child winced and the grandmother heard her shaken voice in her own mind.

"Baa-chan it hurts...' she whimpered pathetically. The grandmother winced.

She knew all to well the implications that came with the Koganegawa curse. What it was like when she was in crowded places as a child and the tremendous pain the amount of voices brought. She'd gotten used to the pain with age though and soon, the voices weren't bothering her as much. She helped me the most, giving me advice and tips on how to deal with the voices that kept invading my mind.

'Focus on my thoughts only dear. Just focus.' She pushed. Isane hiccuped as a few more tears leaked from her pain stricken hues. She did what she was told though and solely focused on her grandmother's mellow alto. Slowly but surely the rest of the noise merely became like static. Her sobs ebbed away as did the pain.

'Now please come out of there child. Your mother's worried sick.' The old woman coaxed. Carefully Isane crawled out from her spot only to be hugged tightly by her mother who began to cry herself.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...' Her mother kept repeating it in her mind as she rocked her child back and forth.

"It would be wise for us to head back now Chiharu. I think this has been quite enough for the three of us today." The grandmother spoke softly so as not to disturb the mother and daughter.

The mother nodded scooping Isane up and held her tightly.

It's also… It's difficult to make friends…

'Freak'

You hear what people really think of you.

'If I befriend Chizuru will that let me get close to Hitoshi-kun? I don't like her though! She's too weird!'

Sometimes they pretend just to gain something from you.

'Why would anyone want to be near you? We don't want you around don't you get that? Just go away already!'

Others... They pretend to be nice while their thoughts say otherwise.

Her brows furrowed as she kept hearing all the thoughts of the children around her. They were just so... cruel. A few girls walked past her and eyed her distastefully. One of them whispered and they all laughed giving her evil grins.

'That's Koganegawa right?'

'She looks so gloomy. It's an eyesore.'

'Akane should have that bucket of mop water set up over the doorway by now. Hehe...'

Long tawny hair covered her frustrated expression. What was with these girls and targeting her all the time?! They pulled pranks from stealing her school supplies to hiding her lunch and talking behind her back. It was bad enough most of the class thought she was weird but it wasn't her fault. Did they not realize how annoying their own thoughts were?! The girls always had clothes, make-up or celebrities on their minds and it was getting annoying seeing them day dreaming about dating the latest male celebrity who caught their fancy. They boys were almost just as bad. They were getting to that age where they were becoming curious about girls. It was creepy but at the same time, interesting how their theories of anatomy differences came about.

'Girls don't have XXX right?'

'Mom says she'll tell me when I'm older.'

'If girls don't have XXX does that mean they're like the dolls my sister plays with?'

She walked towards her classroom and stopped for a moment hearing the thoughts of the group of girls that had it out for her.

'There's a rumor that Nishimura-kun has a crush on Konganegawa.'

'This'll teach her not to get near my Nishimura-kun!'

'Ayane and Tsukiko agreed almost instantly to the idea. Akane too. Tch... How long until they realize they're just my stepping stones to Nishimura-kun. After this is over Koganegawa's just going to be one less obstacle.'

Nothing good comes from being able to read a person's mind. You're better off not knowing what they think at all.

Copper eyes glinted with anger but she wanted to bark out a rueful laugh. Takuya Nishimura was one of the few who were nice to her in class and the only one she truly called a friend. It wasn't a secret that most of the girls in their grade liked him. He was kind to people unless you irked him greatly and it was no surprise to her that his thoughts on these girls were less than amiable since they liked to pick on her.

She caught her sensei walking towards the door. 'Gomen sensei but this is going to be a necessary evil unfortunately.'

"Koganegawa? Why aren't you entering the classroom?" He asked her raising a brow. She was one of his quieter students and diligent so normally there were no problems in dealing with the young grade schooler. Although there was a rumor that she could feel when things were going to happen, but this was just something he'd heard from Wakahisa-sensei who's class almost had an encounter with an armed man. Koganegawa had been a part of that class. Her unusual copper eyes gazed at him in uncertainty. She was small for her age and gangly with long thick tawny locks and a natural tan tint to her skin. Most of the students in his classroom preferred to stay away from her deeming the girl too odd for their tastes save for Nishimura who welcomed her with open arms. A shame no else tried really. Koganegawa was a good kid.

"Sensei I think the door's stuck." She said gesturing to the slightly ajar door. They could hear the chatter of the other children. "I think something's stuck in the doorframe and no one paid attention when I asked."

The man raised an eyebrow but complied and went to open the door wider. He raised a brow when he encountered some resistance but pushed with more force. "Well it does feel like there's-"

*CRASH* He was cut off when a bucket sitting on top of the door came down on top of him and mop water spilled everywhere. The students sitting next the door shrieked as water landed on them as well. The entire class was deathly silent as the teacher yanked the bucket off of his head and looked at the scene flabbergasted. The perpetrators in question paled and shrunk in their seats while the rest gawked.

His face began to turn red and slowly deepened into scarlet. His brows furrowed and he grit his teeth. "Koganegawa... Please do me a favor and get the janitor... Now..." She was all too happy to comply and as soon as she left, the dam burst.

"YOU BRATS!" Echoed through the halls causing some teachers and lagging students to stop and see what the commotion was about. After that, the perpetrators were found out and severely punished for not only their prank but for the fact that they had been aiming to humiliate a fellow classmate. No one dared to pull a prank on Koganegawa again for the remainder of the year.

I suppose it does have an upside too though.

"Hi! I'm Takuya Nishimura! Want to be friends?" A pale skinned boy with spiky black hair and grey eyes held his hand out to her beaming. There were no malicious thoughts in his head. Only the desire to make a new friend.

Sometimes you do manage find the people who genuinely like you.

"You're funny! Can we be friends?" A girl with bright green eyes and curly black hair giggled cheerfully. Her thoughts filled with nothing but art, fun, and joy at the prospect of having companionship.

You differentiate who is truly your friend and who your enemies are.

Only two other people outside of the family know and they are my closest friends sworn to secrecy. They do their best to understand the curse and that's all I can ask of them. They really are the best that I could ever ask for and ever want as friends. In short, I'm grateful.

I don't make friendships with any others though. I know for a fact that they wouldn't be as accepting of my situation. Especially considering the school I go to is full of rich condescending brats. Everyday their mouths fire off spiel about designer clothes, trips, and how much money they have in their pockets. Through most of their heads are myriads of information on other students, their families, and the possible gain for future enterprise endeavors. It's annoying and frankly revolting how some of them pretend friendship. As Nim Lee stated 'It's a dog eat dog world out there'. Sometimes people are friends with each other simply because, but considering this is a school for children who are heirs and heiresses of businesses, they try to get as many allies as they can.

I consider my family to be decently well off. We're mainly a family of artisans though a few have often strayed that path to pursue other passions such as my eldest brother, an ER nurse. My grandfather is a blacksmith and my grandmother was once a prominent actress in Japanese theater. My father is a chef running a small but well known restaurant in the Bunkyo area, while my mother is an architect for a renowned construction company. As for myself, I'm still finding my way through life though I am fond of writing. We have a saying in our family:

'Your passion is your guiding principle'.

We're each expected to make our own way into life. I got into Ouran Academy due to the fame of my grandmother and my father respectfully. Two of my older brothers were already working while the third was in his second year of high school and looking into colleges. I was offered invitation to attend during my second year of middle school though it was initially refused. My family knew how important my two friends were to me and wanted me to finish with them before we went into high school.

My first year of Ouran… Ugh… How should I put this? I'm trying to tolerate everyone. I really am. The classes are based off intelligence and how high your family is in the world. Basically they judge you on your grades and breeding. While my grades are good if I do say so myself, my breeding on the other hand, well basically they put me in C class. I suppose it could have been worse though. D class was mainly Yakuza children from what I'd heard and though I knew better than to judge I was wary mind you. The amount of thoughts in one space is hard to ignore though. This is currently my present issue.

'Oh such a pretty bracelet! Did Daichi-chan get it from the Chloe brand?'

'Hmmm... Aizawa-kun's family owns a chain of banks. I wonder if father would be pleased if I make an acquaintance with him.'

'Mother and Father are holding a ball at the house next week for a merger between our company and Hashimoto Corps. Where should I get my dress? Chanel? Chloe? Perhaps something bold like Alexander McQueen?'

'What time is practice with the soccer team? I should probably ask during lunch.'

'Is it too much to ask for peace and quiet... Wait what am I saying... of course it is. Not even the libraries are quiet. What the hell is that about anyway?'

Once again my head is currently pounding from all of their damn voices. Imagine you're surrounded by speakers that are turned up at all sorts of volumes. Now imagine that they are constantly on for nine hours with only an hour and a half break in between and until you actually get out of the building. That basically sums up what it's like in this class of fifty people and in this building of who knows how many teachers and teenagers. Lunch hour is literally the only time it's completely quiet in the classroom so I end up eating in there or the room where the Tea Ceremony Club used to meet before it shut down.

I looked down at my hands and grimaced at the yellow uniform. Don't get me wrong it's surprisingly very comfy and I don't have anything against the color but, petty as it is, I feel like this is clashing with my hair and skin tone pretty badly. I feel as if I'm one of those peeps marshmallows that my friend Kiraz showed me once with the puffiness of the dress. It's a whole new world here. Everything is gilded and so fancy I'm scared I'm going to break something. The atmosphere here is suffocating. Although that just might be the collar of the uniform doing that.

At least when the professor walked in their actual voices managed to quiet down a bit. It might only be a little relief but beggars can't be choosers.

'All right time to get this group of brats working again.' He thought. "Gather your textbooks. We'll be doing some reading out loud today. Aizawa-san start us off on page 234."

I tried to focus on the lecture but the voices around me were returning again and the different volumes were riling my headache up. Some were louder than others declaring their boredom. Others began fantasizing and imagery began to pop up in their thoughts. The pounding wasn't stopping and I'm gritting my teeth at this point.

"Koganegawa-san please read the next passage." The professor announced once more and I had no choice but to follow. I stood up with some difficulty and at this point I'm biting back a groan because it feels like my vision is getting hazy. "In light of the misfortune... Lady... Aberdeen..." Why is everything sounding so distant? A few students turned in my direction with odd stares.

'Is she ok?'

'She won't throw up will she? Good thing I'm not next to her...'

'Koganegawa-san?'

'Shut up... Just shut up for a bit please...' Why was I born with this stupid ability? I can't stand the constant onslaught of voices. It's hell. I just want to sleep and wake up not hearing any of them...

Now the teacher was giving me a funny look. "Kogane..." That was all I heard before everything seemed to tilt on it's axis. The last thing I remember was my peers looking horrified and the teacher running towards me.

I heard the voices of their minds first.

'What the hell happened?!'

'Isane...'

'Dear can you hear me? It's your grandmother... Please Isane dear...'

'Imouto-chan? Sis?'

'Damn... I know dad said she fainted at school but she's been out for a while...'

My eyes felt like weights had been sewn on them. I was lying against something soft. A bed? Was I home? "Isane? Isane sweetheart can you hear me? Can you hear us?" Their actual voices began accompanying the thoughts now and I had to force my eyes open.

"Mmmm..." Light blinded me for a moment. I had to keep blinking until my vision finally came into focus. My family was staring down at me in varying levels of worry. "Kaa-san...?" It felt like I'd been hit by a truck. "What...?"

"Oh thank kami..." Mother breathed. My father collapsed into the chair behind him. Short tawny hair, darker in color compared to my own, was stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped down the side of his face. He was still in his chef's uniform which consisted of a traditional short sleeved jacket and mesh hat. His light brown eyes conveyed exhaustion. All three of my older brothers gazed at me with relief. The eldest, Yukinosuke sighing, the middle brother Ryuuji smiling with relief, and the youngest of my older brothers, Jun, was holding my hand in his tightly. Jun's own tawny locks were unwinding from his pony tail and his dark eyes were riddled with fear. Ryyuji's dark eyes were heavy with exhaustion and his equally dark hair was mussed. Grandmother and Grandfather gripped each other's hands tightly and I could feel the relief in their thoughts.

"You seriously scared us Isane..." Ryuu-nii breathed ruffling my hair. His work clothes were wrinkled from what I guess was from sitting in one of the chairs. 'Did he come straight from work?' I got my answer when he supplied it in his mind.

'I came straight from the shop.' it whispered. Ryuu-nii runs a glass shop in Akihabara and was quickly creating a reputation for the beautiful sculptures he could create. It's his passion just as grandfather's is working with metal to create beauty.

'Then that means Yuki-nii and Jun-nii came straight from work and school.' I thought. Yuki-nii works in an ER clinic near Hongo while Jun-nii goes to the local community college. He's studying business first before going to a culinary school in Akita. He wants to own and operate a bakery.

"What happened?" My throat hurts from using my voice. It's like all the moisture is gone. Grandfather wordlessly held a glass of water to my mouth. I gulped down the cold liquid relishing the chill that went down my throat.

"Miss Koganegawa?" A doctor walked in holding a chart. He looked up and gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. 'Hmph... A lower class family.' My brow twitched in annoyance as my mind digested this piece of information and I felt grandmother's hand squeeze mine tightly. She'd heard him too. Then I noticed the name tag on his lab coat.

Dr. Yuuichi Ootori. A last name I was very familiar with. The Ootori family runs a business in hospital management. The leader of the zaibatsu, Yoshio Ootori, is infamous for his calculative nature as are the two eldest sons Yuuichi and Akito. The only daughter was rumored to have been married off to the son of a business partner. I'm not sure of the third son though. I only know he's in my year and the top of his class.

'An A class asshole... of course' I wanted to grumble but I held my tongue.

"You collapsed in your class and the academy had to call for an ambulance. We couldn't exactly find anything wrong with you and we even performed a CT scan and an MRI. It seems the fainting was caused by stress." He proceeded to ask if there had ever been any other instances where this happened.

"There was one time when she was at school. Our physician also said it was stress. Isane said she also felt like she was going to be sick a few times at school but she thought it was just adjusting to a new school." Yukinosuke spoke up confusing the rest of us. The only other time I had fainted was during a sports festival back in middle school. I tried to peek into his mind but all he thought was 'I'll explain later. Not now.' The Ootori doctor looked him up and down. Yukinosuke was still wearing his green scrubs.

"You're a nurse..." He muttered. 'From another hospital at that.' he thought.

Yuki-nii narrowed his eyes. "Yes I am. Is there a problem Dr. Ootori?" Light brown eyes peered at him from under a black fringe daring him to say something about his choice of medical profession. 'I should hope he has the decency to keep that talk outside of these kinds of matters... self righteous prick...' I wanted to smile. Leave it to Yuki-nii to have bark as bad as his bite.

"No problem at all. However based on my diagnosis, Miss Koganegawa may be suffering from 'Psychogenic psuedosyncope'." Dr. Ootori explained. At our puzzled expressions, Yuki-nii broke it down.

"It's fainting due to anxiety." he explained.

The doctor spoke again. "I'd like to keep Miss Koganegawa under observation for the rest of the night. If nothing else is wrong then she may go home tomorrow morning. Please keep in mind that visiting hours are almost over as well. On that note I believe you'll want to speak with the chairman about keeping her home to learn." With that he left us to our own devices.

"How long was I out for?" I asked.

Ryuu-nii grimaced. "At least five hours. What caused you to faint like that anyway?"

I returned the grimace as I recalled what happened. Grandmother frowned as she saw it in my mind. "So that's why."

I nodded. "I overloaded."

Overload is short for Telepathic Overload, which is basically a term my friend Takuya made up. It's actually more like sensory overload. If there are too many thoughts overwhelming me at one time, my mind will literally shut itself off for a while. It happened once in middle school during one of the sports festivals and I was out for a few minutes. I'd never been unconscious for several hours though.

"What do we do about school though?" My mother questioned. 'Isane how many people are in your class?'

I groaned at the literal thought. "There's at least fifty people in my class. The C and D classes are the biggest. A and B have thirty people in each class I think. That's counting students who were living overseas."

Ryuu-nii raised a brow. "Fifty people? No wonder you fainted. Everyone's thoughts must have been running a mile a minute." 'Isane said that they usually have money and business running through their heads. To knock her out like that though... The classes in her middle and elementary school were much smaller with at least twenty kids.'

"Okaa-san's right though." Jun-nii brought up. "What if Isane faints again and for longer?"

"I try to find a quiet place but it's almost impossible during study hall. Even the libraries are full of people chattering. Lunch hour is the only time I have any peace." I brought up.

Father shot me a horrified look. "Is that why you've been cooking and asking me to help you make a lunch so often?" I gave a hesitant nod and he frowned deeply. "Isane why didn't you say something earlier?" 'Do you know how scared I was when the chairman called saying that you fainted?!' The next thought was directed towards grandmother. 'Mother did you know about this?'

Grandmother shook her head softly. "No I'm afraid not. You know I don't listen to anyone's thoughts on purpose. Sometimes Isane would think of school but it was never anything about the size of her class. Just that their thoughts made it difficult to focus."

Grandfather spoke next. "We still have to figure out a situation about that school of hers though." He frowned and combing a few fingers through his short gray mustache. "They probably won't let her move into the higher classes based on our net worth. Tch... bunch a pricks..."

"Hisao." Grandmother admonished him but she sighed ruefully. "You make a fair point though dear. It won't matter how smart Isane is. They will take one look at how much money we have and shoot us down."

It was my eldest brother who came up with the final solution.

"That's why I told Dr. Ootori that Isane's had fainting episodes before. We'll talk to the chairman about letting her learn at home." Yuki-nii spoke earning a few stares from the rest of the family.

"Wanna explain Yuki-nii?" Ryuu-nii stared at him puzzled.

"Psychogenic psuedosyncope is fainting due to anxiety. The doctor ruled this as an issue with her schooling. If we play our cards right she might be able to learn her school lessons from home." He explained.

Mother mulled it over in her head. "It's good but how will we get away with it? Dr. Hanamura will demand to know why we didn't mention this. He's the family physician after all."

Yuki-nii smirked. "As I said Kaa-san, if Isane passed it off as just her nerves it would have been the end of that until now."

And that's what ended up happening. The compromise we made with the chairman was that I would learn from home and come to hand in assignments at the end of the week and take quizzes and exams. In the end that's how the rest of my first year's gone and it's how my second year will go too I suppose.

Well… I guess that's it for now… Time to survive another day… Here's to hoping nothing crazy happens this year. Then again I won't be here for most of it.

Author's note: So now we've been introduced to our OC Isane Koganegawa. Once again please leave some feedback. I'd like to know what you guys think of this and I honestly do hope I'll be able to do Honey some justice. There really do need to be more fanfics dedicated to him. I was torn between this or doing a crossover with Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. Well I hope to see you all in the next chapter if this goes well.

Ja'ne- Kitsune to Tenshi-chan