"Because I'm Yuki's tutor. Yuki's dyslexic too." Akina explained.
The Host Club all gasped. It was all of them. Even Kyoya, Mori, and Haruhi. They were so stunned and shocked. They couldn't believe it.
"You see, Yuki has a very severe case of dyslexia, and since I have dyslexia too, we can relate. So, I get taught how to do hos homework so I can teach him it and my big brother doesn't fall behind." Akina went on. Yuki walked back into the room. All of the host club's eyes turned onto her.
"Yuki, your dyslexic?" Kyoya asked.
"Yuki?" Tamaki called. Yuki's heart stopped and her eyes darted around the silent room nervously.
"Stop staring at me." Yuki said. She took a deep breath, and tried hard not to cry. So, she ran out the room and slammed the door shut.
"Yuki! Wait up!" The twins ran after her, followed by everyone else. Yuki fled to the staircase, thinking she lost them, and rested on them. She sat there, crying, but trying hard not to. She was failing. She was hugging herself, trying to calm down.
"Yuki, what is going on?" Tamaki-sempai asked.
"Why didn't you tell us you had dyslexia?" Hikaru asked.
"I was too embarrassed…" She replied tearfully.
"Yuki, we are your friends. These guys are always embarrassing, so it's okay." Haruhi explained, coming down and sitting next to her.
"Yuki, this isn't something you need to be embarrassed about." Kaoru said, sitting beside her. Everyone sat around her, comforting her.
"How do you know!? I see letters…. and it looks like alphabet soup! I wake up everyday terrified that I might have to read something out loud." She snapped. She sniffled and cried some more.
"I never knew that." Tamaki-sempai admitted.
"I didn't want you to know. My life is already screwed up as it is. I didn't want anyone to know but Akina…" Yuki answered.
"Why does it even matter, Yuki? It's always about someone's personality, not their 'cans' and 'can'ts.'" Haruhi asked.
"Because people can be mean! Especially if they find out I'm messed up in the head and have some weird disorder. It won't end for me. I hate being dyslexic!" Yuki replied.
"It's not a weird disorder! Millions of people have it!" Tamaki-sempai cried.
"Yeah, but it sometimes effects what I like to do. I can't go out to the karaoke bars with my friends. I can't sing or dance. I can't play music or do art. Left or right…it just gets jumbled up in my head and I can't do anything about it!" She took a deep breath. "And then I think, who am I kidding? I'm never going to be as good as anyone else…"
Haruhi pulled her into a hug. Yuki cried. "Yuki, stop." Haruhi pulled away and made Yuki look at her. "You know what that dyslexia says about you? That you're twice as tough as I thought you were. "
"Yeah?" Yuki asked.
"Yeah. Everyone always has some sort of baggage that they have to carry around their whole life." Haruhi explained.
"What's yours?" Yuki asked. Haruhi paused for a moment, hesitating on telling her. The rest of the host club left, watching from behind a corner.
"Brontophobia." Haruhi replied. Yuki looked puzzled.
"Whatever that is, it's not so bad…" Yuki trailed off.
"I have a fear of thunder and lightning. I can't be left alone anywhere when it rains." Haruhi said quietly.
"But, at least you have a lot of friends to make sure that doesn't happen." Yuki pointed out. Haruhi nodded in agreement.
"Yuki, you can tell me anything you know. The Host Club is like a family. You feel the love and annoyance. And we keep secrets. The Host Club has kept mine of being a girl. And I can keep yours of dyslexia." Yuki sighed.
"Thanks, Haruhi." Yuki hugged her.