Synopsis: Sometimes, wearing contacts sucked.
I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.
Haruhi started wearing contacts when she'd reached middle school.
It wasn't because she particularly needed them, but her father had the insurance, thought she was ready, and got excited at the opportunity to "see her beautiful face again". Haruhi hadn't cared either way. It was nice not having her vision fog up in the winter, though. And with her glasses, things tended to get messy when it rained.
It was very on-and-off in middle school, though. Sometimes she wore them. Sometimes they weren't worth the trouble.
"Ugh, damnit!"
This wasn't the case when she became a host.
"Are you almost finished in there, sweetheart? You still need to eat breakfast!"
"I'm trying, Dad!"
And indeed, she had been. She was all finished in the bathroom, completely set to do the rest of her morning routine, save for her stupid left contact, which she had been repeatedly attempting to get into her stupid eye for ten minutes. In middle school, she would have just worn her glasses. It was one of those days.
Haruhi didn't dare to breathe as the contact neared her eyelashes again. She pulled down her bottom lid just a little further. Come on, almost got it…
"Shit!"
She'd blinked it out! Again!
"Haruhi, dear, maybe you should just wear your glasses today," shouted Ranka from the kitchen. "I made you some toast!"
"Thanks, Dad!"
She got it in! It stayed!
Mother shitter.
It burned.
"Fuck!"
Sometimes, contacts were pretty cool. They gave her the ability to actually see out of her periphery, if she wanted. They didn't slip down her nose as she studied.
"Aghh!"
Sometimes, wearing contacts sucked.
