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It’d been a few days since Tamaki had first introduced the idea to him. At first Kyoya thought it was one of those fleeting thoughts. Tamaki always had such a strange imagination, and his interests changed with the wind. So when he wanted to start a club, he indulged.
At this point in their budding friendship, if that’s what this was, Tamaki had already said they should open their own business together. Last week he wanted to open a bakery. Apparently he’d always wanted to make candy. And the week before, he thought a pet shop would be fun; He was convinced he could talk to birds.
But this morning, once their last class was over, Tamaki said there was something he wanted him to see, in the abandoned third music room.
Kyoya had gone to this school his whole life. He didn’t even know there was a third music room.
And this was to be their club?
“It’s so big though. What are we going to do with all this space?” Kyoya complained, sliding the pad of his index finger across one of the abandoned tables. Then dusted off his hands on his pants. “It’s dirty. It’s too far away from our classes. And It’s pink-”
He was cut off by a deep throaty gasp.
"And it has a piano,” Tamaki said, marveling at the white Stainway Grand that was hiding beneath a sun stained sheet. “Oh, Kyoya. I love the piano.”
Kyoya sighed, taking out his little black notebook. To make a note to the teacher. Because as far as he was aware, they didn’t have one of those either. “I guess… All the natural lighting is nice. There’s a lot of windows.”
“And it faces the clock tower!” Tamaki added, flinging back the heavy red drapes. Kyoya added another note. The curtains would have to be washed. “I can’t wait to watch the sunset with everybody.”
"Idiot. Who’ll want to be at school that late?”
They have their club but now they needed to find their members, is what Tamaki told him. That surprised Kyoya because he thought it’d be just the two of them. Not because he minded the extra company but because, Tamaki was actually serious about becoming an actual club. This crazy idea wasn’t just going to be a hobby?
But who’d want to be a Host? In highschool? Who had the time for that?
Well, besides him and Tamaki.
Kyoya actually looked forward to meeting the two new members his blonde friend had in mind. Tamaki was still practically new here but Kyoya knew everybody, and he couldn’t imagine any of them being interested. Much less finding someone who wouldn’t make fun of them for it.
“So where are they?” Kyoya asked, inside a breath, like he was waiting for something big and spectacular and it hadn’t shown up yet. “Or have you not met them yet? Are you just going to spin around a couple of times and point to someone at random?”
“No.” Tamaki scoffed. That’d be a dumb idea. “I thought about it a lot last night. What I want to do, and what I want to accomplish. And what I want the Host Club to be to people. Not just to the people who visit, but for the members of our club, too.”
“You thought, that’s for sure.” Kyoya agreed.
“I want to find people who need the Host Club just as much as the Host Club needs them.” He continued. “I want to give them a home.”
“So we’re an orphanage now?
“I don’t know what it is, but when I saw them I felt something. Like fate.” Tamaki said, with a hand to his chest. “Does fate have a feeling? It probably does. When I first saw them I got really happy, but in a sad way.”
Tamaki was looking across the courtyard as they both leaned out one of the windows of their new club room. They had the curtains washed now. And they'd polished the tables themselves.
Kyoya didn’t see anyone outstanding. Then he squinted.
No. Still nothing.
”Do tell.” He urged.
“There. By the fountain.” Tamaki said. “I don’t know their names, and no matter who I ask, nobody will tell me. That’s strange isn’t it? It’s almost like they’re afraid to tell me. Who are they?”
There were only two boys sitting by the fountain. They were sharing a magazine. Their aura was so unapproachable that no one wanted to even walk by them. A picture of preferred loneliness is what he saw.
“No.” Kyoya said immediately, without a thought. Those two will tear him apart. “You don’t want them.”
“Yes I do.” Tamaki said quietly, but firmly. “I’m going to go talk to them. What’re their names, Kyoya?”
“Hikaru and Kaoru. But don’t ask me which one of them is which. I don’t even think they know.”
Tamaki stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
And Kyoya sighed again.