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This Host Club thing was becoming more nebulous the more Kyoya and Tamaki tried to plan for it.
Their first event would have an English teahouse theme. Kyoya had to fight with Tamaki to keep the theme relatively simple. Despite Tamaki’s high hopes, they didn’t actually know how the student body would receive this or how many girls would actually attend.
Tamaki was eagerly watching the clock. It was almost two forty-five. The Hitachiin twins should have arrived fifteen minutes ago when classes ended.
Kyoya stepped up to Tamaki’s side. “I don’t think they’re coming,” he said calmly.
“What makes you say that? They might just be running late. They’re first-years. They don’t take anything seriously.”
Kyoya took a deep breath. “To be honest, I wasn’t very confident that they would show up from the beginning.”
“Kyoya, that’s not helping!” Tamaki snapped.
“Well then, what do you want to do?”
Tamaki glanced around the empty music room. “Is it really just us today? What about Haninozuka-senpai and Morinozuka senpai?”
Kyoya looked down at his notebook. “The two of them let me know a few days ago that they wouldn’t be able to attend some of our events due to conflicts with their kendo tournaments.” He paused. “So for today, it is just us.”
“It’s too late to cancel the event,” Tamaki said to himself. He suddenly stood up on his chair to address the empty music room. “Even if there’s just myself and Kyoya here today, we’ll do our absolute best at pleasing the lovely ladies of Ouran Academy. For you know what they say: The show must go on!”
( Who was Tamaki even addressing?)
Kyoya chuckled as Tamaki got down from the chair with theatrical enthusiasm still plastered on his face.
“Should we start setting up?” Kyoya asked.
“Of course! You and I can get through anything together, mon ami.”
Kyoya’s throat caught unexpectedly at Tamaki’s statement.
The girls arrived sharply at three thirty as expected. They were mostly first and second-year students that Tamaki had personally invited, as Kyoya had predicted. But ultimately their attendance wasn’t bad for the first event of a newly formed club. Twelve girls had arrived for the inaugural event of the Ouran High School Host Club. With good luck, Kyoya hoped, these girls would get their friends interested in attending the next event.
Kyoya had resigned himself to standing against the wall and observing the festivities. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something intimidating about entertaining women. In a way, he just couldn’t figure it out like Tamaki did so naturally. He instead figured that he would just stay to the side for now and make sure nothing went wrong. Maybe he would get ahead on calculating the balance sheet for the event to keep himself occupied.
“Hello, my lovely ladies,” Tamaki said, as he took a seat at a table with a few girls he knew.
“Hello Tamaki-senpai,” they cooed.
“Would you like me to pour you some tea?”
“Yes, of course!”
Tamaki stood up and poured hot tea into each of their cups, purposefully leaving out his own. He sat down and watched the girls gravitate towards the plate of biscuits in the center of the table.
The girl next to Tamaki glanced over at his empty cup. “Tamaki-senpai, do you not want any tea?” she asked innocently.
Tamaki smirked and placed his hand on the girl’s chin, tilting it up so that their eyes were level with each other.
“I would love to have some tea, only if I could drink it from your mouth,” he purred.
The girl’s eyes instantly widened. Tamaki let go of her chin and she withdrew into herself for a moment, blushing profusely. The other girls sitting at the table with them were also blushing.
Kyoya rolled his eyes from the other side of the room, momentarily taken out of the balance sheet that he was half-heartedly calculating. This was what Tamaki wanted to start a host club for?
He watched as the girl cozied up to Tamaki while he was engaging the other girls at the table. Tamaki continued to flirt with her while the others at the table chatted amongst themselves. Tamaki even called her princess .
Kyoya bristled while watching them. He put on his friendliest smile and walked over to the table, specifically coming up to Tamaki’s side.
“Hello ladies– and Tamaki— do you mind if I join you?”
“Yes of course, mon ami!” Tamaki piped up, pulling out the chair next to him.
Kyoya took a seat and placed his notebook on the table.
“Tamaki, I didn’t know you could speak French,” said the girl next to him.
Tamaki smiled. “Well, I did go to a French school right up until I came to Ouran. French is the language of love, you know.” He got up from his seat and moved away from the table. “You know, I’d say that the piano speaks the language of love better than any person could.”
Tamaki drifted over to the piano placed strategically in the center of the room and stretched his fingers for a moment.
“This piece is for my true love, whoever they are. I might have yet to meet them, or I might already know them, but I do hope that they’re listening.”
And with that, Tamaki’s hands began to move automatically across the keyboard.
Nocturne in E flat major. Young love made for the piano. It was a piece of music that Kyoya had heard a million times, but hearing it played by Tamaki was a whole different experience.
He briefly glanced around the table. All of the girls were entranced by Tamaki’s movement.
Tamaki himself appeared to be in a completely different world. His hands were moving, but his mind was somewhere else altogether. He wanted to think about his true love, whoever that could be. To be honest, he didn’t know that he believed in true love. If true love was real, he and his mother would have come to Japan and he wouldn’t have had to live while hiding in the shadow of the Suoh name. If true love was real, his grandmother might actually stand to look at him. If true love was real, maybe his mother would still be alive.
And so Tamaki landed softly on the last note of the piece, knowing without a doubt that the first event of the Ouran High School Host Club had been a success by his hands.