I changed the point of view, thanks to Shuri Kuran review!

Some of your questions will be answered in later(or this one) chapters, as some of them haven't even crossed Rowans mind. (Some of them I didn't even think about, so thank you!)

(Also, Rowan isn't a girl, boy, or interesex. They will mention what gender they were raised as and what sex they are later on, but it isn't important to mention it now. Non-binary characters are lacking in this fandom.)

I got home late last night, forgetting to eat lunch and dinner. Once I got back, I immediately was on my bed. I woke up once at a.m. sleeping was hard. Anxiety was filling my chest, my only idea was to take a long bath. Multiple scents and bath bombs were already in the bathroom, it was like being in spa.

I needed the silence still. I know its temporary. I'm joining a new school half way through the semester, I'm going to be in the spotlight of gossip. I got the name of the school aswell, it rings a bell in my mind.

I sink into the tub, my eyes just above the water.

Ouran Highschool. It's a private school made for the rich. How pretentious. I liked public school just because it was more fun, especially in America. Horrible stories of fights (Me being in one or two, I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself.) People running a muck, public school was just...different. A smile ghosts over my lips at my memories. I wonder if they're going to rebuild it, or if my old home town was completely gone.

I sink lower into the tub. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

All my records have been hidden, no matter how skilled a hacker or investigator could be, they won't be able to find anything more then my name and age. I don't know why Mr. Kurosawa did it, but it relieved me. I know I'm going to be labeled as a boy. I'm not going to try and fight it, I am wearing the male uniform after all. No one is going to ask what pronouns I like here. It was just the cold truth. It would be dumb to expect it.

Stop thinking about it.

I get up from the bath, water dripping down from my lanky body. The cold air hits my body like a bullet, I grab the towel and wrap it around my body. Even though I was given a healthier body, I feel like I'm already destroying it. Maybe I should see a nutritionist. Learn some healthy habits.

Nah.

I change into comfy pjs and slide back into bed while the sky is still dark. I start to wonder what happened to Happy. I didn't really know them, and we never were able to talk after class. What would we have even talked about? Maybe we would have gone on a date together. A new movie theater opened up across from my old home. I wonder what movies they would have liked.

I roll over in my bed. The covers surround me, but I still feel cold. The walls that surround me are painted grey, prestien white baseboards lead to a clean finish. It felt safe. But I still feel uneasy. I close my eyes and take in a breath. Tossing and turning before settling in a position. It was a free-falling position I landed in. My pillow becoming my one sanctuary in a huge room-no, a huge house, that makes me feel...alone.

Or a huge country.

Or a huge world.

Shut up. Go get some sleep. What a day you have in front of you. A fresh start is what many people yearn for. How rare for someone like you to get this opportunity. A young person, barely any regrets in your mind before your demise.

I let out another breath. My body relaxing fully while half of my brain shuts off, finally getting the true sleep I need.

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Light shines through the window. A maid came in and opened all the windows and threw all my covers off my body. Rude much? I groan and roll over, taking a pillow and putting it on top of my head. I'm not ready to see light. Or life. Or anything. I just want to stay in this comfy bed. I can't believe I still have to go to school.

Just shoot me instead. Please.

"Don't be a baby. Get up and get dressed." Her voice was tired, I could tell she had her hands on her hips even though I couldn't see her. "What do you want for breakfast today?" I groan in response.

"Eggs and toast it is then" She mumbled, the clicks from her shoes grow closer until she grabbed the pillow away. She isn't like the nice maids from yesterday. Where did that whole 'master' thing go? It was growing on me. "Be down in five minutes."

Then the door clicked shut. I sit up in a confuzzled manner. I look side to side with half closed eyes.

She took my pillow.

Blasphemy.

I groan even louder than before and swung my legs over the bed. Loud enough for her to hear.

A second passes before I hear a 'Rowan, grow up!'. This maid was rude. So rude. Regardless, I look at my dresser across from me. There lies my uniform and my motivation. It's one in the other. I never wore a uniform before, let alone a suit.

I change out of my pajamas and go about my usual morning routine. Eating breakfast with the rude maid no where in sight. I should have looked at her face earlier, then I would have actually known who to avoid. I pass with getting a ride to school. I never really liked wasting gas. Call me a hippie, I don't really care.

Walking is always a nice way to really get an idea of where anyone lives. In the non creepy way. One foot in front of the other repeating over and over. I pass other students that go to public schools along the way. Girls in cute school uniforms, boys in clean cut black uniforms. Most if not all were not in a rush at all, just like me.

I breath in and out, my chest expanding slowly and exhaling. I take in the scenery around me. I lived in a desert community before, all this mild weather and lush green plants are somewhat foreign to me. Don't get me wrong, we had spots of growing grass and trees, but those where man made. No where near natural. Seeing this is refreshing. The spring air surrounded in and captivated me. Mild weather. I didn't know what I was missing out on.

Why would anyone drive around here? It's beautiful. If only I didn't have to go to class and view everything from a window.

I cross the street, not really looking for passing cars. Hit me, I'm fine with taking the insurance money and not having to go to school. Actually, just hit me, I don't need the insurance money.

A car honks and me while I'm in the middle of the street but I keep walking with my resting tired bored face.

Once I get out of their way, it speeds passed me. The gust of wind blowing my hair to the side. Silence fills the air once again. I pause and mental record everything that happens. I feel like I'm not even in my body right now, instead I'm just watching a movie. I sigh and turn to walk once again.

The pink school comes into my vision. Cherry blossoms already pass me on the way. I hear others talking while I walk. I feel slightly out of place, I can say that at least. It keep my eyes down while I walk, but my head up. I don't want to look un-confident, but I still don't want to meet eye-contact with anyone. I keep my posture as I walk, I read that bullying is more common in asian countries, whether that isn't true or not, I'd rather not get in any fights here. God forbid I make my..new parents mad. Or would they even care?

I learned that Mr. and Mrs. Kurosawa ran a video game company. It's huge in western countries and is shooting through Japan. I played on my 3DS before, but nothing other than that. I guess it was never taboo where I lived. Technology itself was still new to my home. After the latest war, even the smallest bits of technology was seen as luxury.

The doors to the school where open. I feel like I'm being stared at. Everyones eyes are looking, or so I feel like it. It's horrible. I just want to get to class and start to do work, so I can forget about everyone else. I walk into the giant school, still avoiding eye contact. I was told my homeroom before I left, but how Japanese schools are organized I don't know.

What else to do then just look in every classroom and hope and pray that I find the right one? The school in huge, I sigh and go left first, up the staircase and continuing.

I peaked in on each classroom. Class still not in session for another ten minutes, no students were actually inside the building. Pretty similar to public schools back home. Classroom after classroom was empty, not a teacher in sight.

Today is going to be a long day.

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It was weird, staying in one seat all day. I'm used to moving each block, but instead the teachers come to us. I didn't know school could get even more boring. I keep to myself, getting away with listening to my music without any teachers noticing. I stayed in my class during lunch, doodling on my paper for a remaining thirty minutes of lunch. I didn't bother to eat my packed lunch, not hungry. Maybe it was the anxiety filling my stomach quieting my hunger.

Regardless, the last bell of the day rang, I stayed in my seat for a solid minute, waiting for the class to empty out. But oddly enough, some students actually came towards me. How annoying. I really don't want to talk to anyone or make any 'new' friends. My old ones where just fine.

My eyes drift up to the people by my desk, my eyes previously on my doodles. I take my earphones out with a side and look at them. "Can I help yo-"

"You're Kurosawa, right?"

"Just Rowan."

"R-Rowan-kun, okay then." Kun? Really? I remember one of my weeaboo friends in middle school using all those honorifics. -Kun is...masculine, right? And -Chan is feminine? I've never understood grammar rules. "Is it true you're from Spain?"

Where the did this girl get that from? Why are these girls even talking to me? I push down any sarcastic answers and smile. I'm not here to make enemies, no matter how difficult it may be with my personality."My mom was from Mexico, but I grew up in America. Why do you ask?"

Another girl piped in, "Can you speak Spanish and English as well as Japanese?"

Rude. I managed not to roll my eyes. I sit back in my chair and act like I'm actually calm and not bursting with anxiety. I might as well try and have some fun.

"Sí, yo hago" I say, then turning to english, "It's rude to assume things though. Do you understand?"

They look surprised, it's kind of cute. I get up from my desk at the lack of an answer and start putting my stuff in my bag. "It's rude not to introduce yourself as well."

"S-Sorry, I'm Ueda Mariko "

"Moto Rie"

"Kimura Sayuri"

Wait, last names are really their first names, right? "Mariko, Rie, and Sayuri? Cute names." I smile and sling my bag around my shoulder. "Any other questions?"

They look at each other and start talking in hushed tones. "We're going to the host club, we were wondering...if you would like to join us, Rowan-kun?"

Host club? Shit, this is all ringing a bell in my mind. I run a hand through my hair. "Sure, why not? Lead the way, ladies." I say, "Also, no need for honorifics. Just Rowan, it sounds better." They look away, surprised. I don't know much on japanese culture, so what I just said could have been a huge 'go f yourself'. I take a breath and try to exhale is softy. I noticed the girls are all shorter than me. Myself, five ten, isn't that tall either. They must be around five two. I don't know why I'm commenting on this.

"One question, what's a host club?" It was kind of embarrassing to ask, but I didn't want to go in blind.

"Oh, you'll find out when we get there!" Well, I'll guess I'll go fuck myself then, thanks.

I follow the three girls out of the classroom, now roaming the halls. "So Rowan-k-uh, why did you move from America to Japan?"

That's a loaded question. "Me? I'm pretty boring, I can tell you when I come up with an interesting excuse" It wasn't a lie. I just didn't want to straight up say I was adopted. I don't want a pity fest. "How about, I had to come here to kill the horrible goat who stole my families honer years ago? Nah, not too convincing. You ladies have any ideas?"

You began to walk up the giant staircase, the top floor of the south campus. Why is this ringing a bell? The girls simply laughed at your joke earlier, not seriously taking your offer to come up with something better. It kind of slowed the conversation. We pass the first music room, the halls are already filled with chatter. Luckily the girls I'm with take my focus away from the anxiety I'm feeling right now. All about what's going on in the moment.

"Where have you traveled before?"

"Nowhere, born and raised in America, I didn't even have a passport until recently" The gasphed. You guess they really are stereotypical rich kids. We pass the second music room. "How about you, Rie?"

"Oh, I've been all over, Switzerland, England, Germany, Thailand, France-" I tune out her voice, pretending to listen. Nodding and shooting a smile ever so often. "-Oh, we're here."

Sayuri pushed open the door for the rest of the girls and me.

When the door was opened, there was the ouran koukou host club before me. Rose petals flying into my face-I remember it now. It feels like everything is now in slow motion while my brain processes this. My old weeaboo friend Blake, used to read a manga, Ouran Highschool Host Club or something. She got me to watch the anime with her years ago, I fell asleep during most of the episode, I barely remember anything. She would kill to be in my spot right now.

And I would kill to be wherever she was. Any place that isn't here. This is terrifying. It makes me think what's real and what is. Am I making sense? I gulp and stand in place. The girls pass me and enter the club, I stay frozen, staring at the blonde man in the chair.

"Transfer student Kurosawa Rowan-kun!" He extends his hand, "Welcome to ouran Koukou host club!" I stand confused and scared. My emotions are irrational and I know it. But I-Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Chill out..

Respond, dumbass! "Sup?" I said, "I guess I was the talk of gossip? That's how you know my name?"

"Transfer students aren't that common!" Two red headed boys say in unison says from behind me, I jump in shock.

"I can't believe that the new student is gay..." Another male voice said. But I wasn't able to pinpoint it. My head was spinning.

"So what would you like? Wild, Lolita, Incest, or-" He steps closer to me and places his hand on my cheek. "Would you like to try me?"

Oh. That's something I do not like.

My face turns back to its resting bitch status and move away from his hand, anger clear on my face. "Didn't anyone teach you to keep your hands to yourself? I step back from the stunned male. I scratch my cheek, I almost begin to second guess myself, but no, I have to stand up for myself, I can't let people push their own ideas of who I am onto me. "And not to make assumptions?"

My hands go back to my pockets. "Sexuality and gender is a spectrum, and you should never assume anyones sexuailty."

Everyone else in the room is quiet. Oh no. Am I making a sence? Did I over do it? But he touched me without my permission! He turns away and goes to the corner, crouching down. "H-Hey, don't play the victim! That's-such a douchebag thing to do!"

"Wow, you and Haruhi can make him depressed in less then a second." Man, I really hate everyone here. I assume a twin said this.

"It isn't much of an accomplishment, senpai. Tamaki is just over dramatic." I turn around to the slightly more feminine voice.

"I-I didn't mean to actually-"

The owner to the feminine voice laughed, "It's fine, he'll get over it pretty quickly."

"At least there seems to be at least one person with a brain here." I muttered to myself. "I think I've done enough damage to this little club, I'll make a note to avoid this room."

I turn around, running a hand through my hair. Then, a small boy caught me from behind, his arms clinging to my waist. "W-What the fuc-"

"Row-chan, Mariko said you know Spanish and English, is that true? That's really cool!"

"Yea, I'm trilingual. It's not that cool, really. Now if you can let go-"

This is a train wreck. I need to get out of here. The faster, the better. I take a step forward, hoping the boy would let go. Sadly, he didn't. And me not being too strong, I feel right over. My head landing inches from another mans shoes.

"Shit-fuck-fuck my dickhole-" Luckily, my arm protected my face from the direct ground, but still, it hurt. The boy jumped off of me. Thank god, he was actually pretty heavy.

"Such language shouldn't be said around ladies" I look up, a male with black hair and glasses looked down at me with his eyes, his head still up. I huff and get up.

"To assume every lady is ignorant to not have a fully vocabulary is pretty dumb, don't you think?" I spoke with a half growl. I am not good at first impressions. "I'm sure they've heard it before."

I brushed myself off. I looked around, I found the three girls who brought me to this god forsaken club.

"Ladies, mind telling me why you brought me here? I want to know if I can leave." My voice was low and tired.

Mariko responded. "Oh-We, uh, sorry it was dumb and wasn't our place but-"

Sayuri finished her sentence, "When we saw you we just thought, wow! They look like a perfect host! I mean yea we could just talk to you but you're new and needed a club to be in and we just thought us and alot of our friends would really like you and-"

I stood there confused. I'm not even a boy. I mean, I guess everyone assumes I am. It's better than being taken for a girl but- "I don't know why you would really want me as a host, I think they got enough people or 'types'."

"B-but, your foreign!"

What.

Should I be offended?

"Would you ladies really be interested in him?" The two twins put there arms on either side of the girls couch, looking at them curiously. They shake their head yes, other girls looking at me curiously.

'Tamaki' (I think) rose from his corner, like nothing happened. "He might need to be taught a few lessons with manners, but I don't see why not! When in rome, do as the romans do!"

"No thanks-"

Then he talks over me.

Great.

I apparently am now in a club.

I really am dead. I wasn't reincarnated. This is where I belong. Hell.