That Time of Month: Ouran Host Club x Reader pt. 1

Oh dear God, why? You rolled over and groaned, the sudden movement sending a shock of pain through your lower abdomen. If there was any time you hated being female, now would be it. You couldn’t remember the last time you had cramps like this. It felt like some kind of rabid animal was trying to tear a hole through your stomach and to make matters worse, the pain killers you had taken earlier seemed to have no effect on the agony ripping its way through your body. You curled up into a fetal position, breathing through your nose as a wave of nausea hit you. Thank goodness your mother had let you stay home today, you just don’t know how you would have made it through in one piece, or, at the very least, without killing somebody.

As if on cue your cell phone started to ring. Speaking of killing someone today… You reached out, blindly groping for your phone that sat just out of reach on your nightstand. How freaking perfect. You propped yourself up on an elbow and stretched your other arm, trying to grab the offending piece of technology. Of course you should have realized how that might affect your already protesting midsection. With a gasp you flopped back on to your bed, successfully holding your still-ringing phone. Without looking at the caller ID, you hit send.
“What,” came your terse reply. Usually you would at least try to act civilly, but at this point you were too damn frustrated to care.

“Oh, my poor (name)-chan, I do hope you’re alright. I noticed you weren’t at school today, and when I asked Haruhi if she knew where you were, all she said was that you were feeling a bit under the weather, and I- I mean- we were so worried about you. You know, any good friend of Haruhi’s is a friend of ours, so I decided to call and make sure that you were ok, and to cheer you up I was just thinking-”

You hung up. Really, Tamaki just had to call you. I mean it wasn’t like you weren’t at school for a reason (that was completely sarcastic, by the way).
Sighing, you snuggled a little deeper into your sheets. You suppose you didn’t really mind Tamaki-senpai and the rest of his ‘Host club’ all that much. In fact, if you were being really honest with yourself, you would go so far as to say that you rather enjoyed their company. Of course, you never would have met them if it weren’t for the bad luck of your long-time childhood friend, Haruhi Fujioka.

You and Haruhi had known each other for years. You had gone to the same elementary school and had become fast friends in your third year when you had invited her to catch ladybugs with you once at recess. You smiled at the memory. You never would have known that being split up and having to go to different middle schools would eventually work out in your favor.
When the time came to take the different entrance exams for high schools, you applied to as many as you could. You were a very bright student, even if you did have the tendency to procrastinate a little.  In the end, however, it was your artistic aptitude that made you a candidate for Ouran Academy’s full ride scholarship. It was only after you were attending that you learned that Haruhi had also been accepted and was in your class. Apparently, the scholarship had been applied to more than one person, but only one student from each middle school could be chosen.

Once you had been enrolled in the same class, you both became fast friends again. It was only natural that you had been roped into all of the Host Club craziness too.  

You were pulled from your reverie by the same incessant ringing. Holy freaking cow, that ringtone could get annoying. This time you glanced at your phone’s screen just to confirm what you already know. It was Tamaki… again. You run your unoccupied hand over your face. You’re just not in the mood to talk to him and hit the ‘end call’ button before switching your phone to silent. Maybe you can sleep through the worst of the cramps…

“(name)… pssst, hey (name).” You cracked open an eyelid. Why in the world was someone poking you? Still half asleep, you mumbled something incoherent and pulled the covers over your head. Perhaps they would leave you alone and let you go back you sleep… (The poking continues)… or perhaps they have a freaking death wish! You let out a growl, somewhat reminiscent of a large dog or an angry bear. Either way, you hoped your visitor would take the hint.

But, you wouldn’t be so lucky. Really now, who could be so stupid as to intentionally wake someone who obviously wants nothing more than to be left alone? You sat up quickly, the covers falling to your waist. “What?! What in the hell could you possibly want?!”

It takes you a moment to fully grasp your surroundings and when you do, you realize just what kind of idiot has the audacity to rouse you when you so obviously feel like crap… Oh no. Oh Hell no. No. No. No. No. No. This could not be happening. You’re dreaming. This is all just a bad dream. The Ouran High School Host Club could not be standing in your bedroom.

You sat there and blinked at them stupidly, your mind a whirling tempest of denial. They just stood there staring at you, eyes widened from your earlier outburst (except Kyoya whose eyes were hidden behind the glasses that he always wore). Surprisingly, it was their shadow king who broke the awkward silence by pulling out his slender notebook, jotting down a few notes, and then habitually adjusting his glasses before saying, “Is now a bad time?”

You couldn’t deal with this. With a slight groan you collapsed back into your pillows, wishing they would just go away; you could feel the ache coming back. “Uhhh… Boss? I think we broke (name).” You heard someone say, followed by the gentle poking of your face. It was Hikaru, you could tell by the timbre of his voice. “Yeah, I mean, we knew she was sick but she looks awful.” That was Kaoru; his voice was slightly higher and a little raspier than his brother’s. In the background Tamaki went into hysterics, but you just tuned him out.

Great. This is just fantastic. Keeping your eyes closed you reached for your blankets, pulling them up to your chin and turning so your back was facing your uninvited guests. You stifled a whimper as a particularly sharp pain laced through your stomach. Naturally, your discomfort didn’t go unnoticed. You peeked up slightly as you felt a large, warm hand come to rest on your upper arm. Two pairs of concerned eyes met yours. Haninozuka’s wide chocolate eyes gazed down at you from the shoulders of his stoic companion, while the friend in question, and, consequently, owner of the hand now resting on your shoulder, regarded you carefully with his deep onyx orbs. You blushed slightly and hunkered down a little deeper into your blankets, trying to hide your flaming cheeks.

Unfortunately, that didn’t go undetected by the observant pair either. “Kyoya,” Mori called quietly, his deep baritone voice seemed to rumble through his chest. “I’m on it.” Kyoya replied stepping forward and placing a cool hand against your forehead. The contact felt nice against your over-heated skin, but in an instant he was pulling away and reaching for his cellphone. “I think we may need to call a doctor, (name) here is burning up.” Your eyes widened at this. No doubt the debt-collecting host would only put this on some sort of tab before extracting some kind of payment from you. You were already too familiar with Haruhi’s situation to allow yourself to be out into something similar. “No, no. That’s not necessary, I’m fine, honestly.” You protested, struggling to sit up only to find yourself being pushed gently back into bed. You let out an irritated huff. “Senpais, I don’t need a doctor. I am perfectly alright.” “Judging from your condition and absence from school today, I would beg to differ.” Kyoya said, his voice coming from the door way as he paused on his way out to make the call.

Just as you were about to respond, you were both interrupted by the sound of your front doorbell. There was a moment of silence and then the grinding of the doorknob before the creak of your front door opening could be heard. All of the Host club members seemed to panic for a second before a familiar voice called out from the front room, “(Name), sorry it took me so long, but I had to stop at the super market on the way here to pick up your (favorite candy)… (name)?”

You heaved a sigh of relief as Haruhi stepped into your room, exasperatedly taking in the scene before her. “H-Haruhi,” Tamaki sniveled, “Why is (name)-chan being so mean to us?” Haruhi seemed to ponder this for a moment, “Well, I guess I would be annoyed with you too, senpai, if you kept bothering me while I was on my period.”

The silence in the room could be cut with a knife, and you were positively mortified. Someone please kill me now. You let lose a slight moan in response to your protesting stomach. One thing was certain; all of this commotion was not helping you. “Haruhi, please just get all of these guys out of here and leave me to suffer in peace,” you said covering your face. Haruhi made her way through the room to your bedside, “Alright, everybody out.” She calmly began ushering the entourage into the hallway before poking her head out and saying, “I’m sure you all can find the front door."