(REWRITTEN)
"Time for school come down now or you're going to be late!" Hollered y/n's father frown downstairs his voice muffled from the closed door.
Y/n sighed, she never enjoyed mornings and she hated them even more when someone was yelling at her. Standing in front of her mirror she buttoned the last button on her top and grabbed her bag slinging it over one shoulder as she made her way leisurely down the wooden steps.
The scent of miso soup filled the kitchen and dining room as she entered but before she could relish in the heavenly scent her mother angrily walked over to her repot card in hand. Y/n felt herself tense but looked up nonetheless only to be met with a glare.
"Care to explain why you got such a low grade?" She sneered holding the peice of paper as if it was covered in filth. Y/n felt her palms clam up and clutched the shoulder strap of her purse. "I'll do better next time, I promise" y/n muttered feeling herself go numb. It was a routine, get yelled at feel numb and push it down to deal with later.
It was always like this in the l/n household, even in le Shang middle school she was pressured with being the best, and now that she's entering high school the pressure is only building. Y/n hoped that her years in kalabria would be better than they were in previous schools.
Y/n's mother peered down at her disapprovingly as her father shook his head from his spot at the table as he brought rice filled chopsticks to his mouth. Suddenly the older women brought her hand down on the counter beginning one of her many outbursts.
"I give you the best schools! A nice house! Tutors! Clothes! Status! And this is how you repay me?! With a score of 94.4?! What did I do to deserve such a useless child?" She hysterically cried causing her father to stand up placing an arm around the hysteric women as y/n lowered her head
"I'll do better" she repeated her voice barley above a whisper, her mother looked up anger evident in her eyes "you will become a doctor like your father and that's the end of it, you will not ruin our reputation because you want to be an ungrateful useless brat" she walked away with her father quickly following behind her,
Y/n sat at the table with a sigh, her dreams of becoming a fashion designer or a martial arts teacher were fading before her eyes, the shred of hope that they would give her freedom vanishing.
Her mother wanted to continue the line of doctors in the family, they were considered high class and with being high up on the social ladder came lots of responsibilities. Higher class people are expected to be prim and proper all the time.
Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect grades, and the list just goes on and on from there. Most people envy others with more money than them but they don't always see what goes on behind closed doors.
The l/n clinic was always run by a l/n usually a male with the highest IQ, but in this generation the l/n heir just to happiness to be y/n, their only child.
Feeling her stomach churn from the previous events she pushed her miso soup away with disgust and stood up walking towards the door switching shoes before saying a quick goodbye. She waited for a response frowning when she didn't receive one.
Internally she scolded herself for even waiting and started making her way in the direction she hoped was her new school.
The breeze ruffled y/n's odd shade of h/c hair, the air was sickly sweet from all of the blooming flowers but it gave y/n a sense of comfort. Even though encounters like that happen with her parents everyday it still turned her mood sour. Finches chirped in the trees seeming to enjoy the day like she was and a small smile graced her lips
Y/n usually wasn't allowed outside, unless it was walking to school, she was expected to study all day. Not being naturally gifted in academics really made it hard for her to obtain such high grades but it still never seemed to be enough.
Studying all the time left little to no time for doing anything she enjoyed, the only other times she gets out is for social appearances or out with her betrothed Datchi Kalahari, the son her parents never got to have.
They spent time training y/n to be his perfect wife while showing him more affection than they ever gave her, their plan is for them to marry and he will take over the l/n company. They overlooked how stuck up he was and how badly he treated her for their own selfish gain. He was quite wealthy and came from a respectable family and joining our family would just make them look better in the long run.
Y/n made it to the entrance, watching as students fled into the school eagerly, y/n deadpanned what's so good about school? She made her way through the school looking around the vacant hallways internally cursing her bad sense of direction
"Do you need help?" A soft voice questioned from behind her, she turned taking in the boys appearance noting his odd but petty silver hair. Smiling politely she dipped her head toward him sheepishly "if I wouldn't be a bother, I am rather awful at directions" she responded formally
I hate the sound of my own voice she thought bitterly, before pushing the thoughts to the side, he responded with a lighthearted laugh, and y/n felt a prick of curiosity, why did that laugh sound as fake as mine?
"You're not a bother at all my cousin is also has a terrible sense of direction, let me introduce myself, Sohma Yuki, the student president" he explained as he motioned for her to follow him. She trailed behind him "l/n Y/n nice to meet you sohma" she responded bowing.
The two of them walked in silence the only noise between them were their shoes on the linoleum floor. "This is orientation" he said leading her to a room filled with people, subconsciously her back straightened more than it already was as she tilted her chin upwards. Be perfect she thought to herself
Y/n looked over to Yuki who gave her a closed eyed smile, Me and yuki were similar in that aspect we were both faking it. It takes one fake to find another. She readied herself and walked into the sea of students
••••
Orientation finally finished and y/n felt mentally drained, grabbing onto the staircases railing she walked down seeing a few people chatting in the hallway one of them being Yuki.
"Hello miss l/n" He acknowledged with a wave,"Sohma" y/n waved back feeling awkward as she did. She stepped off the last step getting ready to leave when she was approached by the brown haired girl who was previously talking to yuki.
She smiled at her brightly "im Honda Tohru !" She introduced herself enthusiastically as y/n. Y/n gave her a fake smile "hello miss Honda Im l/n y/n pleasure to meet your acquaintance" she bowed causing Tohru to wave her hands franticly from embarrassment before pointing over to her friends.
"and this is kyo!" She exclaimed pointing at the bored looking red head who was leaning on the wall "hm" he muttered in response looking her up and down. "And this is momiji and Haru" she continued pointing over to the black and white haired boy and the smaller childlike blonde
"Yo" Haru absentmindedly said before engaging in a conversation with Yuki, "Hi Hi!" Momiji enthusiastically responded beginning to climb kyo making the latter yell at him.
Y/n bowed once more surprising her mild annoyance "it was very nice meeting you all but-" she was interrupted by someone accusingly pointing at y/n, haru, and momiji.
"Miss l/n and Mr Sohma! What do you have to say about your hair?!" He yelled while two girls behind him appeared clipboards in hand with a nod as they pushed their glasses up prudishly. Self consciously y/n grabbed a stand of her hair "there's something wrong with it?"
She questioned inspecting it as the boy huffed "the teachers overlooked dyed hair but I will not! And a girls uniform are you trying to mock someone?!" He questioned pointing at momiji making his lip wobble
"But it looks good on me" he sadly murmured, y/n felt a bubble of sympathy surface and turned to the boy "I think you look fine" she comforted Then he went back to complaining about their hair when as she tried to settle it by being polite.
"With all do respect sir this is my natural hair and Im sure that that is his too. And if not then it really isn't that big of A deal its just hair. And his clothing looks cute on him and I agree whatever looks best on you you should wear. And if I could please go I have things that I need to attend to..." she tiredly attempted to reason as she looked him in the eye.
He continued to complain threatening to call the principal until haru grabbed him by his tie pulling him into a restroom. Everyone stared confused as a loud screen filled the hall. Haru exited the restroom with a smirk "I have many things I need to learn about this world. And I guess I will let the girl off the hook too." The other boy said almost sounding defeated He then ran away the two girls following him.
"Sorry for the inconvenience miss l/n" yuki apologetically trailed off "it's okay, wasn't your fault at all" she replied attempting to take her leave once more before Tohru stopped her Jesus will I ever move from this spot.
"Will you sit with me at lunch tomorrow?" She asked and I thought about it. I do t think it would hurt. "sure if you don't mind." I said and she started jumping up and down making me uneasy."Of course I won't mind" she chirped and nodded "nice meeting you all but I must leave now" I quickly walked away before anyone could stop me and I walked home.
" Im home" y/n called slipping off her shoes,! much to her dismay seeing the person who she hated most in her living room sitting on the couch with a cup of tea as he gave her a sinister smile
"Why hello my love"