Despite you being in your final year of high school, you still sleep with a doll. A cute, (f/c) rabbit doll to be exact. And with the reputation as the strong and powerful heiress of a prestigious karate dojo, you having a rabbit doll would bring shame to your family.
Okay, that may be an over exaggeration, but it would ruin your cool image you have worked hard to have.
But who would make the idiotic decision to bring that silly rabbit doll to school if they don't want anyone to see it? You, apparently.
You couldn't help it though, as you gripped the straps of your school shoulder bag tightly, your rabbit doll just squeezed in between your books inside. With a convincing stoic expression, you nodded towards schoolmates you know as you breezed through the school halls of Ouran to your class. All kinds of waging emotions were going through your head, the main one being fear.
Last night, you had a really terrible nightmare. Though you can't remember it when you woke up this morning, you were still shaken by the nightmare even after you finished your morning routine. So, you impulsively grabbed your rabbit doll as you exited your traditional Japanese home and into the limo — you always seek for comfort from your rabbit doll whenever you got scared. When you realized that you have taken your (adorably) stupid doll to school, you started to panic and stuffed the poor thing into your school bag before the driver got to your school. Heck no you are leaving your rabbit doll in the limo: you don't trust anyone with your precious rabbit doll. Not even your grandmother, who has given the doll to you when you were just a baby, can touch it without you starting a hissy fit.
Anyway, back to the present.
The school day was thankfully coming to an end, which left only karate club to survive now. You have somehow gone throughout the day without anyone seeing the perky, fluffy ears of your rabbit doll inside your bag whenever you needed to take out something. Thank God.
When you got to the empty clubroom, you pumped your fist up in victory while hugging your doll in the other. "Yes, we will make this through together!" you cheered, referring to you and your rabbit doll.
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If only you haven't jinxed your luck.
You tugged on your hair in frustration after you have looked through your cubby in the clubroom one more time. "No, no, no!" you cried out. Tears started to pour out due to the frustration and fear.
You have lost your rabbit doll.
Right after club ended, you were the first to change out of your karate gear, making the excuse to your clubmates that you have an important karate class to teach right after. When in reality, you just want to go home to cuddle with your rabbit doll for making it through this troublesome day. And by the time you have settled inside your limo and open your school bag, you realized that your fluffy best friend was not in there.
Which, by instinct, made you run out of the moving limo to find your rabbit bunny.
Currently, you have already checked all over the clubroom, which is the only place your rabbit doll could possibly; that was the last place you saw it.
Unless. . .
You ran your hands down your face. Someone must've found it. With that thought, you dashed out of the clubroom to retrace the path from there to where your limo picked you up.
It wasn't long until you heard the words "bunny" and "doll" from a certain direction that you made run to the voice.
". . .Who else would bring a stuffed bunny doll to school, Takashi?"
"Hm."
You turned a corner, and to your horror, you saw your rabbit doll. . .
. . .in the arms of your rival, Mitsukuni Haninozuka. His cousin, Takashi Morinozuka, stood protectively beside him.
"P-P-P," you stuttered but couldn't utter a word as you were in shock.
Shot! Out of all the people who could find her, it had to be Mitsukuni!
Despite being rivals of competing karate dojos, you and Mitsukuni, or "Honey" to most people, the two of you got along swimmingly. Other than not finding any reason to participate in the silly, ancient feud between your families, you shared a lot of similarities, unbeknownst to Mitsukuni; you both love sweets and cute stuff. But while Mitsukuni was previously shamed by his family for his likes until he defended himself and made them accept that that's who he is (a Lolita boy), your own family encouraged you to be more open and in touch with your "cute" side while you felt ashamed to have such likes as the heiress of a powerful clan.
Besides, you like how Mitsukuni compliments your "coolness" and how awesomely strong you are, so you feared that he would also be ashamed of your "cute" side if he were to see your rabbit doll.
"(F/n)!~" Mitsukuni happily greeted you. He showed you your rabbit doll in one hand while his own rabbit doll, Usa-chan, in the other hand. "Look, look! Usa-chan found a new friend!~"
You scratched the back of your head as you tried to keep your cool. It was hard though if all you wanted to do is take your doll and blast away to cry in the corner. "Tha-" you cleared your throat "-That's great, Mitsukuni."
The Lolita nodded. "Yup!" He suddenly frowned. "But Usa-chan's friend was found just lying here on the floor."
You clenched your fists. Oh God, I'm so sorry, Pyon-chan, you thought to your rabbit doll. I'm sorry for being so careless. . .
Mitsukuni continued to talk. "There's no sign of ownership on Usa-chan's friend, so me and Takashi are going to find Usa-chan's friend's owner now." He smiles cutely at you, making you feel so ashamed and scared that your secret was right in the hands of the person who admired you the most of being so "cool." "Do you want to help us, (F/n)?~ I think with super cool (F/n), we'll be able to-"
You bursted out crying at "super cool (F/n)," making Mitsukuni and Takashi's eyes widen in shock.
"U-Usa-chan's friend. . .is m-mine," you admitted through your tears. "H-H-Her name is 'Pyon-chan. . .'" You blocked your face with your hands as you crumpled to the floor, the shame and fear clouding your senses. "I-I'm so sorry, M-Mitsukuni, I-I-I'm so sorry!"
You felt a pat on your head. "What are you sorry for, (F/n)? Are you ashamed that I found out about Pyon-chan?" your rival gently asked.
You silently nodded.
Mitsukuni's arms now wrapped around your neck as you continued to cry harder.
"(F/n), it's okie," he started. "There's nothing wrong with having a stuffed bunny doll still. I have Usa-chan myself, and I bring him to school everyday!" Mitsukuni ran a hand through your hair to calm you down. "My view of you will never change, if that's what you're really worried about, (F/n)."
Through your hiccups, finally, you responded: "B-But it's not-so 'super cool' to bring your rabbit doll to school after a n-nightmare." You slowly wrapped your arms around Mitsukuni. "I-I-I always want to remain 'super cool' to you, Mitsukuni."
Without you knowing it, the Lolita blushed lightly. "You're so super cool, (F/n)" – he squeezed you adoringly with a huge smile on his face – "because you are you. You like cute stuff because you like cute stuff."
Your eyes widened in shook as a series of butterflies burst in your stomach. I'm super cool. . .because I'm me. . . You also lightly blushed at Mitsukuni's heartwarming reassurance. Mitsukuni is way more cooler than me for accepting me for who I am.
He pulled away from you and took your guys' rabbit dolls from Takashi, who gave the two of you a small smile. Mitsukuni then returned Pyon-chan to you.
"So, hello, Pyon-chan!~" he greeted your doll while waving one of the arms of Usa-chan as a wave. "I'm Mitsukuni, and this is Usa-chan!"
You sniffed away your remaining tears and also waved Pyon-chan's arms. "Pyon-chan says hi as well," you giggled. "And she thanks the two of you for taking care of her when I was away."
"Ah, no problem, Pyon-chan!~" Mitsukuni giggled as well.
And though it may seem not cool to outsiders that two third-years were still sitting on the floor while playing with rabbit dolls like little kids, it was the coolest day to you.
Because you have finally come accept that you are super cool being who you are.
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"The coolest thing you could ever do in your life is being who you are."