I know I'm really behind on my chapter stories, but this is something I wrote a while ago and I just wanted to upload it. I had it on Quizilla, but I stopped going on there, so I moved it here. I had a lot of one shots there, so I'm probably going to upload them all soon, but this was my favorite so it came first. It's pretty much the same, but I edited it slightly. It's uncharacteristically melancholy, but I guess fittingly so, since Tamaki isn't in it. *tear* It's also really short, even for a one shot, but oh well. And, yes, it is Haruhi's POV.
Only Here to Study
I drag my feet down the halls of Ouran Academy. Everywhere I go, I hear whispers.
"Look at that new guy!"
"Why isn't he wearing a uniform?"
"Is he a commoner?"
"I heard he was a scholarship student!"
I don't care that they think I'm a boy and call me a commoner. Their words don't affect me—I don't care what people think of me here.
I'm only here to study.
I reach my class, 1-A, and take a seat in the back, beside two redheaded twins. They have their desks pulled together and are talking only to each other, shutting out the rest of us.
They don't even notice when I sit down—they don't whisper about me, nor do they introduce themselves. I don't care—I don't see why they should speak to me.
They're only here to study.
I sit alone all day. At lunch break I eat alone in the classroom. During free period, I read by myself. I don't try to make friends—I don't see the point.
I'm only here to study.
After school, I decide to stay and study in the library. Unfortunately, all four library rooms are crowded with students talking and laughing. I don't see why they can't do that at home.
They're not here to study.
I wander the halls, searching for an empty room to do homework. I pass a boy with black hair and glasses, reading a book as he walks down the hall. He doesn't acknowledge me or look up from his book. He's too intent on whatever it may be that he's reading. I don't really care anyway.
He's only here to study.
I drag myself through every wing of the huge Ouran Academy, searching for an empty, quiet room. I pass a small boy; he couldn't be any older than eight, with a determined, almost-manly look on his face, leaving the Karate Club. I wonder why someone his age is wearing a high school uniform. He's walking with a much taller boy, possibly his older brother.
The small one seems unhappy, as if he wishes he could be somewhere else. He wants to change something about his life. The tall one's face is emotionless. I don't pay much attention to them.
They're only here to study.
After what feels like hours of wandering the halls of Ouran Academy, I finally come upon Music Room Three. I hear no noise coming from it and find, to my delight, that it's abandoned.
In the music room, it's quiet and lonely. The room is very large, but there are no lights and no furniture. The only thing in the room is a large grand piano, and, upon closer inspection I discover that it was imported from France—as expected from such a prestigious school. It has a strange haunted feel to it, as if it was built to be a wonderful, loud piano, full of beautiful songs and happy memories, but was instead thrown into this empty room, left to grow dark and alone.
I take out my books and sit down. This is the perfect quiet place to do homework.
After all, I'm only here to study.
This is a school.
We're only here to study.