This is my first ever and only OHSHC fic, so I hope you point out every single OOC moment or anything of the like. I want this to be a good as possible since I'm writing it for a close friend who is currently trying to get me obsessed with the show. As a note, I have little idea where this is going, so expect long periods between updates.
Also, I do not own Ouran.
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A young girl with waist long brown hair shivered slightly as school was let out for recess, it had snowed today and the others were having snowball fights and building snow men.
The young girl, whose bangs hung over her eyes and kept their green coloring hidden from view, walked over to a nearby tree. She passed by the bench, pausing for a moment as she faced it, but not feeling like sitting down she turn back to the tree.
Once in the tree's shadow she rubbed her pink mitten covered hands together. It wasn't as nearly as cold as she thought when she had gone out, but it was still cold somewhat.
She stood by the tree watching several semi-familiar faces build snowmen (which now was starting to feel like a better idea in her own head) until she noticed two identical orange haired boys sitting on the nearby bench, they were holding hands and watching the other kids play.
'They can't just sit there and watch the others play.' She thought, despite having just done so for the last five minutes herself. 'You have to build one of your own, watching isn't enough… I want them to make a snowman with me.' The young girl concluded in her thoughts walking towards the two boys, her footsteps from her walk to the tree still visible in the snow.
Her continued to walk until she was right in front of them and then was silent until she was sure they were looking at her and not just near her.
"W-will you build a snowman w-with me?" The girl asked shyly, the cold not being accountable for her stutter, seemingly shy now that she was actually talking to them. She shyly placed her hands together and clasped them to her chest, apprehensive of their anwser.
The two boys looked at her for a moment with their golden eyes, which the girl had just then taken note of, before sharing a quick glance between the two and looking back at her, responding in sync.
"We will if you can tell which one of us is which." The two boys explained. The girl paused. She knew who they were; they were Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru. Her mommy had said that they were the children of a lady who did fashion stuff, which explained the designer scarfs they were currently wearing.
"O-okay." She accepted, hoping to get it right. They can't just sit there after all.
"Okay then, which one of us is Hikaru, and which one is Kaoru? Can you tell?" They asked her, she carefully looked between them. She had never played with or spoken to them before, and she had never seen them with others, so she had no idea what their differences were, so she gave a hopeful guess.
Pointing to the twin on her left she answered. "You're Hikaru-kun." After she says that she can see out of the corner of her eye a large chunk of snow fall off of the tree, she pauses, wondering why she took note of something so random.
She was pulled out of her mind by the two boys talking.
"You guessed wrong."
She pulls her hand back and looks down, not from shyness, only to look away from the looks on their faces and the tears in their eyes. She didn't mean to make them cry. She should not have come over; she should have stayed by the tree.
"I'm sorry. Don't cry, okay?" She apologized, not seeing their eyes widening just the slightest bit in surprise. "I'll go, bye." She turned and started walking towards the tree, sitting down in the shade her bangs casting a shadow over her eyes.
She was glad for that when she started crying.
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