lumigo akvo9504: YAASSSSSSS! I've been expecting that since forever hahahaha. Glad you liked it, and we share our opinion about Hiromi. She's... a difficult character, specially since Nagisa cares deeply for her. But you'll see more of that in the story, I promise.

When Tamaki saw Nagisa the next day, he immediately knew something had happened. The day before, she had looked like a machine, just going through the day with an emotionless facade, and then asked to leave early. She didn't do that, she had a schedule for club hours because of her job, but when she wasn't busy with that, she was always on time for opening. So it was strange of her to ask that, being that the reason Kyoya and himself agreed to let her go without qustions.

But now she looked shiny and... happy. What had happened after she left the school?

Tamaki didn't really suspect it had to do with Nagisa's love life, but Kyoya was perceptive enough to do it. He noticed how her face brightened up even more at the mention of Honey-senpai.

"Are you feeling better now, Nagisa?" the blue haired girl jumped a bit when the Shadow King suddenly appeared behind her. When had that happened anyways?

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you for letting me go early yesterday, Kyoya," she smiled, back to her normal self.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. She didn't seem to be lying, but there was something else.

"Well, it was Tamaki's decision. He's the King, after all," Nagisa snorted at the comment. They both knew better than to actually believe Tamaki was the one who made the important calls when they were needed. That was all Kyoya's job, he wasn't called the Shadow King for nothing. The fact that Tamaki hadn't realized his club wasn't really his, well that was surprising. But it was Suoh Tamaki they were talking about, so...

Yeah, it wasn't really that surprising.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just lie to my face, and we'll continue with our existence," Kyoya lip quirked into an almost imperceptible smiled. That girl was really unique, wasn't she?

"How's Honey-senpai?" the change of the conversation threw Nagisa of balance for a second. How had he...?

"You, Ootori Kyoya, are a sneaky rich bastard. You know it, right?" Kyoya just kept his smile in place, waiting for an answer. "He's alright, okay? He came to my house yesterday. But that's all," the fact that she had to defend herself proved her wrong, but Kyoya decided he was in a compassionate mood, so he let her out of the hook. For the time being anyways.

"Alright, if you say so," Nagisa knew the conversation wasn't over, but at least he would leave her alone for a while. She didn't know if to feel better about it or worse.

If she had to be honest with herself, Nagisa didn't know if it was a good idea to tell everybody that Mitsukuni and her were a... thing. First of all, everyone in Ouran thought she was a boy, and it would look bad on Mitsukuni—it felt so weird to think about him as Mitsukuni, but it also felt so right—. Secondly, they were both hosts, which basically meant they couldn't really be with anyone because their job was to 'make ladies happy', and Nagisa guessed they wouldn't be happy if they knew two of their precious hosts were officialy taken, even if it was by each other and they may find it moe or something as ridiculus as that.

But at the same time, she really didn't want any other girl too close to Mitsukuni, her boyfriend. He was hers now, so she wasn't so willing to let all those pretty girls swoon over him.

Possessive much? Maybe, but Nagisa wasn't about to take it back.

"Nagisa," the blue haired jumped three feet high into the air when she felt someone's breathing near her ear. She turned around, ready to kill whoever had dared to scare her like that. And all those killing instincts went to hell when she saw Mitsukuni. He had a smirk on his lips, and Nagisa had to control herself in order to not erase it with a kiss. "Sorry I scared you. I called out to you, but you didn't seem to listen," he didn't really look apologetic, but Nagisa didn't look much into it. She was so happy to see him to care all that much.

"Is it weird that I missed you so much when we saw each other yesterday?" the words came stumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. But before she could get all red and embarrassed about it, Mitsukuni kissed her lightly on the lips. Now she was all red, but because of a total different reasons.

"If it's weird, then we're both weird because I missed you too," Mitsukuni laughed, and Nagisa smiled nervously. "You know you're too cute, don't you?"

"Is it somehow your duty to embarrass me or something? Because it's working," he just laughed again, pulling her girlfriend—oh, that sounded so good—closer.

"I'm sorry, can't help it," they both knew that was a lie, but Nagisa didn't say anything. She had a feeling she would be wasting her breath. "Hey, I have a class now, and I'm really late. See you at lunch?"

"Yeah, I actually have to go too. Tell Mori I say hi, would you?" Mitsukuni nodded, and it was Nagisa's turn to give him a quick peck on the lips before turning around and darting to her next class, leaving a dumbfounded Mitsukuni behind. After a moment, he smiled like an idiot, putting his hands in his pants pockets.

He had the best girlfriend ever.

Nagisa was alone in the changing room. Haruhi had already changed, and Nagisa knew none of her male friends would even think about entering without her permission, they knew better than to piss her off, and actually knew what boundaries were, even if it didn't look like it. But now that she had the time and the lack of company, everything that had happened the past day came rushing back like a giant wave. The memories... she just couldn't get rid of them. And not just the recent ones, but all those she had wanted to forget, the ones she buried deep down inside her, hoping they would never return.

When she woke up the day before, her mother was already gone, and Mitsukuni was by her side, sitting on the other side of her bed. When she asked where her mother was, he said she was on her way towards a mental facility where they would help her. Nagisa didn't cry.

'Good', she had said, her voice raspy and dry. 'She needs it'.

Hiromi had a severe case of Borderline Personality Disorder. Nagisa found that out when she was twelve. She was studying psychological and mental illnesses at school, and when they studied the symptoms, it sounded a little bit too familiar for comfort. She decided to investigate more, even asking her sensei for a little help, and got to the conclusion that her mother was sick.

That was the moment Nagisa should have asked for help, but she was too scared. Her father had left only two years ago, and her mother was everything Nagisa had. And so, Nagisa tried to help her on her own. She knew psychotherapy was the usual way to treat a BPD case, she had looked into it. But Nagisa didn't really know how to do that, so she decided that the best way to help her mother, was by agreeing with everything she said. That way, she thought, her mother wouldn't be triggered, and she wouldn't have her phases.

That only made things worse, because her mother got used to it, and every time she refused to do or say something then, it didn't matter what it was, her mother would go insane, even more than how she was before. But Nagisa didn't know anything else, so she just thought it was normal, that it would get better after a while, that her mother didn't need to be taken away.

And now Nagisa had found out she was wrong. Her mother needed help, and she couldn't give it to her. Not anymore, not when her mother had already crossed the line.

Abuse. The solely thought of the concept made her shiver. She had been abused for years, and she never noticed. Just how messed up that was?

"You alright there, Nagisa?" the sound of voices brought Nagisa back to the present. She inhaled loudly, wiping out the single tear that rolled down her right cheek.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry, Kaoru, I'll be out in a second," straightening her clothes, and after making sure her eyes weren't red nor puffy, Nagisa stepped out of the changing room, where Kaoru was indeed waiting for her. She smiled genuinely at the sight of Mitsukuni at the back, and somehow all her troubles seemed to fade, or at least backed off for the time being. Nagisa was sure her thoughts would come back to haunt her later, but for now, she was happy. And that, she decided, was all that mattered.

"What took you so long? We're opening in a few minutes," Nagisa forced herself to focus back on Kaoru, who was still looking a bit concerned.

"It's nothing, just fixing my hair, the pigtails were sloppy," Kaoru seemed to buy her lie, but she noticed Mitsukuni didn't. That was to be expected, though. He knew what had happened the day before.

'You have to tell the others. They're your friends, they'll support you.' Nagisa didn't know what to do about that. Of course, all the Assassination Classroom knew, Karma had asked Ritsu to deliver the news ASAP, and Nagisa knew they all were there for her. But the Host Club... she was scared. The blue haired girl had managed to create a bond with them without assassination to unite them, and that had only happened with Karma. Of course, all her friends were the people Nagisa trusted the most, but that had been after assassination had brought them together. But the hosts knew nothing about that, and they had still befriended her.

Nagisa was afraid. She didn't want to lose any of them.

Mitsukuni, who was observing Nagisa from the other side of the room, frowned. Something wasn't right. What was going on? Just a couple of hours before he had seen her and she was fine. What had happened?

Leaving his piece of cake at Usa-chan's care, he stood up and made his way to Nagisa, who was now smiling again. That smile didn't stop him when he asked her if she was alright.

"Later," that was all she said, posing at the entrance for the club's opening. Mitsukuni sighed, posing too with a charming smile. He would have to wail until club hours were over.

Kaoru, for the first time since the Host Club was founded, was sitting alone. Hikaru was wandering around the club room, charming girls as he passed. Kaoru would normally be with him, but someone had booked a private appointment with him. That wasn't unusual, private appointments were within the various offers the Host Club offered, if one was willing to pay the price. But it was always 'the Hitachiin twins'. Never 'Hitachiin Kaoru'.

Kyoya-senpai hadn't wanted to tell him the name of the guest, said she wanted it to be a surprise. That only made him more anxious. All of his guests liked him because Hikaru and him were a pack, it was what they sold, after all. So why would then a girl request him alone? Kaoru couldn't think of anyone within their guests who wasn't enchanted by their 'brotherly love' act.

The redheaded twin lift his cup of tea, imported from India of course, and sipped it, gazing at the door. According to Kyoya-senpai, their guest would be arriving soon, if not that moment. Kaoru had to admit, he was starting to get anxious, and that wasn't good.

To pass the time, he started tapping at the table, making no sense with the rhythm and such, but it did help him calming down his nerves. Mostly.

And alright, maybe Kaoru shouldn't have been that nervous, but he didn't know what to think about the whole situation, so forgive him if he was a little freaked out!

'Can you calm down, Hitachiin? I'm starting to feel nauseous, and consciousness don't get nauseous.' Kaoru was about to reply to his so called consciousness, but then the Music Room #3's doors opened, and everything Kaoru could have thought previously went to hell when he saw who was at the door.

That jet black hair, those big brown eyes with eyeliner, and that sweet face. Kanazuki Reiko had never set one foot inside the Host Club until that day, and Kaoru somehow knew it had something to do with him. His heart skipped more than one bit when Reiko started walking towards him, nodding at Kyoya-senpai as she walked across the room.

Holly shit. Holly shit, she was looking at him now. What was he supposed to do? Their last encounter—the only encounter they had ever had—hadn't ended well. At least, not for Kaoru. He still felt like an idiot for running away. There were way better ways of finishing a conversation, most of them involving Reiko becoming one of Kaoru's regulars. Even a date, if he was feeling hopeful. But he had ran away, so there was no way Reiko would be interested now.

But why was she at the Host Club then? Maybe to tell him how much of an idiot he was... that was a possibility, Reiko was totally capable of pulling that one off without being a bitch. She was just that perfect.

When Reiko sat down across the table, Kaoru swallowed hard. And dry. He needed to calm down, didn't he?

But she looked stunning, even if yellow wasn't anyone's color. She even managed to make the school uniform look rather pretty.

"You never told me what you were looking for that day," no formalities, her velvety voice just got straight to the point. It only made Kaoru like her even more, like everything she did, apparently. "You look nervous. Why would that be? Is it me?"

Kaoru swallowed saliva, bobbing his Adan's apple. She had just red him like an open book. There were few people who could do that, he could count them with his both hands. And he had fingers to spare.

Normally, the fact would have frightened him, but Kaoru found it strangely exiting. To know she could read him... it made his heart pump fast.

"Would you be mad if I said yes?" he knew it was impolite to answer a question with a question, but he honestly didn't care. He just wanted to know.

Reiko looked at him, studying him. She removed a lock of silky black hair that blocked her view. She took her time to answer, sipping the tea Haruhi had brought her moments ago. Her brown eyes never left his own amber-like ones.

"That depends of why would you be nervous about me," sneaky, Kaoru noticed. She was really good at this game.

"Then I guess you wouldn't be mad at me if I tell you I was looking forwards for a second meeting with you, but that I hadn't build up the courage to talk to you," the words left his mouth before he could stop them.

That had been just the most embarrassing thing he had ever said in his life. What would Reiko think of him now?

But Reiko just smiled. A small smile, but it calmed Kaoru almost instantly. It was actually scary to feel the effect of Reiko's actions in him.

"I wouldn't have thought I would ever heard you say were scared to ask a girl to hang out with you. It's... refreshing," Reiko seemed to look at him with another light now, like he was something she had never seen before. "You are a strange character, Hitachiin Kaoru. I like it," the girl stood up, straightening up her dress. "Could you give Nagisa my regards, please? I'm afraid I can't stay," Kaoru could only nod, watching her. "Oh, and I'm looking forward for that meeting you want us to have. You know where to find me, don't you?" and without another word, she left, passing briefly by Kyoya's table before exiting the Music Room #3.

The redhead collapsed against the back of his seat. Those had been the more stressful five minutes of his life.

'Wait... does that mean Nagisa knows Reiko?!'

After club hours, and finally getting all the guests out of the club room, the Host Club started to clean up the place before heading home for the day. Usually the school workers would do that, but Nagisa and Haruhi had created the rule of 'you mess it up, you clean it', and none of the others were looking forward to face their wrath, specially Nagisa's. That girl could be as scary as the Devil himself if she wanted to be.

Takashi Morinozuka didn't mind cleaning though, as he was used to clean up after training. Besides, that made his time with Haruhi a longer one, and that was always a happy thing.

But this time Takashi had something different in mind, which was a blessing and a curse at the same time. He had been unable to get Haruhi out of his head for a while now, but what he was thinking at the moment... well, he wanted Haruhi back inside his mind.

The kendo champion wasn't blind, he saw things. It was obvious something had changed between Nagisa and Mitsukuni. The day before his cousin was a mess, and he seemed like he was about to die on the spot. Nagisa didn't look any better. But now they looked... extremely happy. And Takashi had a feeling the reason behind the sudden change was they had finally gotten together.

That itself wasn't a bad thing at all, but Takashi was thinking about all the hordes of girls that would go nuts if they were to find out his cousin and Nagisa were going out, and let's not talk about Nagisa's secret. Everyone would freak out if they found out Nagisa was in fact a girl. And as much as it would be hilarious to see that, Takashi worried. Given the fact that neither of them had said anything, he assumed they had gotten to the same conclusion than him, and wanted to keep it a secret. That was the first moment all the hosts were all alone, and Takashi was expecting some kind of revelation or something. Kyoya seemed to expect that too, as he was watching the two lovebirds intently while he saved the cups and tea supplies.

Hikaru was talking with Kaoru, who seemed to be a little out since his private appointment with the first year Kanazuki Reiko. That had been an interesting developing too, and Takashi make sure to save that information for later. Maybe Nagisa or Haruhi would know something, they were the closest ones to the twins.

Talking about Haruhi, she was cleaning the tables, sending confused glances at Nagisa. Even the normally oblivious Haruhi knew there was something going on. That wasn't Tamaki's case who, as usual, didn't seem to know a thing. He was too busy peeking at Kyoya's ass to notice anything else. The Ootori heir had probably caught up on that already, but he either didn't care, or actually enjoyed the attention.

Sighing, Takashi went back to the task in hand. He was in charge of saving the tableware in the high shelves, as he was the only one who could do it without risks of dropping it and literally shattering millions of yen.

"So, are you going to tell us or not?" Kyoya's voice echoed through the room, and all eyes directed their gaze to him. He didn't seem phased by it, and calmly finished putting the tableware in the right boxes.

"What do you mean Kyoya-senpai?" one of the twins, presumably Hikaru, given that he didn't look like he was alone in outter space. Kyoya stayed quiet though. Obviously he wanted them to talk. That boy, Takashi thought, was to sneaky for his own good.

"Kyoya, stop," Nagisa's voice came out stern, and the look she sent to the second year changed the look in Kyoya's eyes. "We were going to tell you later, when there was no risk of anything getting broken by someone's stupidity. But if you don't mind, then I guess it doesn't matter," the Ootori heir just nodded, assuming the responsibility. "Alright... do I tell them or do you want to do it?" she didn't say a name, but apparently everyone knew who she was referring to.

"Don't worry, I got this!" Mitsukuni was, as always, cheerful and happy. But when Takashi looked at him, he appreciated the gleeful on his aura. "Nagisa and I are dating! That's what you wanted us to tell you, Kyo-chan?"

"Yes, than you very much, Honey-senpai," answered Kyoya, not seeming to care about the state of shock some of his fellow Host Club members had gotten into. Well, it were only the twins and Tamaki, so Takashi figured he shouldn't worry too much. They would get over it soon.

'Even Haruhi noticed... probably no one else did because they think Nagisa's a boy too.' there was no other explanation, really. Those two were just too sweet for the word to just... not notice them.

The room stayed silent for a moment. Everyone was looking at Nagisa, then at Mitsukuni, and then at each other, before going back with Nagisa and so on. Tamaki was gaping, not knowing how to process the information. Of course, he had a feeling something was going on there, but he never thought they were already a formal couple! Kaoru, as always, had his feet on the ground, and more or less had seen it coming. But Hikaru was in total shock. He had never thought those two would get together before Nagisa graduated from Ouran!

"You owe me five hundred yen," automatically all eyes turned to Haruhi, who was looking at him, Takashi, with a grin on her face.

What...? Oh right, they had made a bet about the timing. And of course, he had lost. Takashi just nodded in silent agreement, and Haruhi hummed satisfied.

"Wait a second. You made a bet?" Nagisa couldn't quite believe it. And Haruhi of all people! Mori, she could understand. He may have looked like a saint, but that men had a knack for fooling people. He was just like his cousin after all. But Haruhi... she felt so betrayed.

"Yeah, sorry about that. But in my defense, I wasn't even sure I would win," that didn't really fix it, but Nagisa just rolled her eyes and smiled. Her friends were helpless.

Takashi, smiling at the side, thought about how cute Haruhi looked with that sheepish smile of hers.

Tamaki couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. His precious older daughter! How could she have hide that secret from him! And why did Mommy knew before he did?! It was so unfair! He was supposed to be the father of this family, he needed to know everything!

If only he knew he was sounding just like certain yellow octopus, a teacher who loved gossip and to meld into his students'—his family's life.

But that was not the point at the time being. Tamaki was busy fuming over the fact that Nagisa had started a romance with one of their neighbors, and that she had never consulted her father about it. That was simply unacceptable, he couldn't allow it! Nagisa was his little daughter, she couldn't just leave him!

'Stop this, Tamaki. It's not as if you'll lose her. You are in the same class. Don't worry, you'll have her, and Kyoya until you graduate, and even after that, because the Host Club is a family. Remember? So calm the fuck down, you idiot.' those thoughts calmed him, and Tamaki allowed himself to sit down and think straight. Well, he was happy for them, they looked happy too. Honey-senpai had wrapping his arms around Nagisa's waist, pulling her closer against him, while they both ate cake with Usa-chan. Both of them had a new glow on their eyes, and Tamaki had to admit, he actually felt a bit jealous.

Don't think like that, he thought. He would find someone who would make him shine like that too.

Immediately, his gaze traveled across the room until it fell on Kyoya. Ah, Ootori Kyoya. His best friend, and the one who helped him found the Host Club, their little family.

'But you want to be more than friends, don't you Suoh?' Tamaki's cheeks went all red when the thought crossed his mind. What?! Of course not!

He didn't want that. Right?

No. He needed to think about the Suoh name. It was Tamaki's duty to keep the line from dying, he knew that was the main reason her grandmother hadn't kicked him out yet. She needed some heirs. And that could only be done with a woman.

'Unfortunately.' the thought caught him off guard again. But this time, he didn't try to deny it.

There was no point in doing so. Tamaki had come to accept the truth. He was—had always been, gay. Even in the depths of his mind, it sounded dangerous. If someone was ever to find out... well, he could say goodbye to Japan, the Suoh name, and most important: Kyoya. Because even if he wasn't allowed to consider him an option, and he knew he couldn't, Kyoya would always be his best friend. And no romantic feelings were going to change that.

At least, he hoped they wouldn't.

After everyone was ready to leave, Mitsukuni offered to take Nagisa home. That meant he would crossed the street with her, and would enter the building just in front of Ouran. It was sweet anyways, so Nagisa wasn't about to complain.

Though, the bluenette had a feeling about the actual reason Mitsukuni wanted to walk her home. They had yet to talk about what had happened the day before with her mother. Nagisa didn't really want to talk about tit, but she knew it was necessary. It seemed as it was time to reveal a part of her past to him. And this time, she hoped, it wouldn't be mostly lies.

When they entered at Nagisa's place, her hands were a little shaky. She wanted to tell Mitsukuni the truth, for once. But she had no idea how to start.

"What about if I make us some tea, ne?" Mitsukuni had felt her nervousness, obviously, and Nagisa appreciated the gesture. The bluenette nodded, and Mitsukuni went to the kitchen to prepare the tea, leaving Nagisa alone in the living room. She sat on her favorite couch, a comfy and fluffy blue one, and closed her eyes.

She honestly just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget everything, she wanted to live without that weighting inside her mind. It was a painful reminder of why she had chosen to be an assassin instead of a teacher. It made her happier, that was true, but the bloodlust? That was the result of years of non-stop abuse. Nagisa had learnt how to control her emotions, how to lie in order to survive, how to endure the pain... and how to defend herself. It now came naturally for her, and she was good at it. So much that she knew a normal life would be boring.

But one couldn't simply forget, thought bitterly Nagisa, smiling humorlessly at the floor. You could never forget.

"Nagisa? You alright?" Mitsukuni's voice brought her back to reality. She then showed the outline of a weak smile, patting the space besides her for her boyfriend to sit down.

"Okay... I guess it's time. Just... promise me you won't see me in a different light after I tell you this, alright? I don't think I could handle it," Nagisa relaxed a bit in Mitsukuni's embrace, snuggling closer. And after taking a deep breath, she started talking. "My mom's sick. She has BPD, Borderline Personality Disorder. I'm not quite sure what triggered it, but I think it was before I was born. Her parents were pretty strict about what she could do and what she couldn't, and they did made her basically unhappy her whole life until she moved out. So... when I was born, my mom probably thought that was her chance to do all the things she wasn't able to do when she was younger, even if it was through me. That was what made my father leave, in the end," Nagisa couldn't look at him, she was too focused in not crying without having to face him.

"I found out what it was when I was twelve, but I didn't tell anyone. I was scared they would take her away, and I thought I could handle it on my own. Obviously, it didn't work out as I planned. It got only worse when I decided I didn't want to be a girl anymore. Thinking back, I think it was an attempt to become stronger, but I'm not sure. I stopped thinking that way after a while, and my friends helped me become comfortable with myself again, but the damage was already done," Mitsukuni listened carefully, not missing one bit. He knew a little about that time of Nagisa's life when she was determined to stop being a girl, but she never told her that much until now.

"Last year... one of my senseis found out. He did his best to help her, because I managed to convince him not to tell anyone. Eventually, she and my dad got back together after I graduated from junior high. But I had a feeling it wouldn't last, and I've learn to trust that feeling. So when Karasuma-sensei offered me the job, one of my demands was to have a place of my own," Nagisa stopped talking, and Mitsukuni didn't say anything while his girlfriend organized her thoughts. "I never thought she would actually look for me, you know? She usually just forgets what doesn't fits in her 'perfect life'. Including me. It probably got worse after my dad left again, so she focused on the only constant in her life."

"You," Nagisa nodded. That was the first time, besides Korosensei, that she had told someone the whole story. Most of her friends knew because of Karma, as she couldn't face them all at the time and had ask him to tell them for her. And even the ones closest to her, people like Karma, Isogai, Sugino and Kayano, only got part of the story. They had figured out the rest on their own. "Nagisa, I've been thinking about it, and I think you need help too. And I don't mean just me, and the Host Club and your friends. I think you should see someone who could help yo,." for a moment, it was dead silent.

"You think I'm crazy too?" her voice came out surprisingly tiny and... broken. She let out a sobbing laugh. "Of course. Who wouldn't when I let my mother abuse me my whole life, right?" Mitsukuni's eyes widened as he made Nagisa look at him.

"What? No, I would never do that. Nagisa, I know you are not crazy, nor sick. But you've been through several traumatic expereinces, and that is something you have to come to terms with. The fact that you didn't know it was abuse it's completely normal. You can tell when someone else is suffering or being part of an abusive relationship of any sorts right?" Nagisa slowly nodded. Yeah, she could tell. "But you can't do it when it's you that's involved. That is something most people under abuse experience. It's some kind of a psychological thing, but it would help if you... saw someone. I'm not gonna force you to do anything, but... just think about it? I only want you to get better because it tears me apart to see you like this," Mitsukuni's eyes were teary as well as Nagisa's. They were both affected by it, in one way or another.

If she was being honest with herself, Nagisa wanted to say no. She didn't need to see anyone, didn't want to have someone open up her mind and sort through all her emotions, pulling her appart before building her back up again.

Except she did. Deep down, Nagisa knew that what Mitsukuni had said was right, she had red about it. She just never realized that was her case too, obviously. But... maybe some help would be good, right? She could get the help her mother had needed before, and that the bluenette never provided for her.

Nagisa didn't want to end up like her. She wanted nothing to do with it.

And this is it! You liked it? Sorry if there wasn't that much Mitsunagi (or whatever you guys have decided to call this ship), but I realized I kinda needed to catch up with the side stories hahahaha.

I honestly have no idea how I ended up with a sad chapter again. Like, what the hell? I guess I going through some kind of phase or something. Hopefully it won't last...

Well, what did you think? Now that you have a little bit more about Reiko and Kaoru (I'm gonna admit here that I've fallen in love with them), I hope you can tell me more about it. And Tamaki's not as dumb as we all thought he was! My baby's growing up *wipes out a tear*. Unfortunately, he's kinda doomed to fail. But that's why Fanfiction exist, to not let that happen! Or not? I haven't decided what's gonna happen there, I can change my mind any moment.

Then we have Takashi x Haruhi. I'll work more on that, I promise. But Takashi's thinking straight about his feelings, I guess that's progress...

Well, that's all for now. See ya next chapter!

Stay safe! Kudos!
Pato

NOTE: Hiromi Shiota actually has BPD, and all the information on this chapter is true. It's some pretty serious stuff, so if you think you recognize it somewhere, I recommend you to look for some information.