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Vampires. Blood-sucking, horrid creatures of myth. Not all believe in them. Not all survive them. But they're there, whether you believe they are or not.
And y/n is one of them.
Truth be told she was born this way. Both her parents were vampires, and they managed hospitals together. Ran them, really. They had a daughter, their eldest, and then twin sons, their youngest. They drink donated blood they get from the reserves, and nobody but the other vampires they hired are any wiser. For generations, they've hidden in plain sight, sometimes marrying humans and creating half-human offspring. They're lucky, according to y/n. They don't have to drink blood to survive. They can get away with eating bloody meats. Meanwhile, y/n can't eat anything at all.
She's always wondered if cake and other sweet things really tasted good to humans. Her half human cousins assure her they taste good, but last time she tried human food, she was sick for days. So sick, in fact, it almost killed her. But the Ootori's, her cousins, were able to nurse her back to health. Oh yeah, the Ootori's were a cousin clan of vampire-human offspring that ran another group of hospitals. The two often send one another blood when it's needed, but it hasn't been as frequent since her uncle Yoshio married his human wife. She let him drink from her when he needs a fill. Luckily, as a full vampire, he only needed to really eat more than a liter of blood once every two weeks. His half-human sons and daughter rarely drank actual blood, their half human systems allowing normal foods.
If only she could afford that. At least she didn't have to eat every day. That sounded exhausting.
Sipping on a water bottle full of type AB blood, she sighed walking up to the doors of ouran academy. Another day of pretending. At least she had her cousin in her class to keep her sane.
"Y/n-san! Kyouya!" Tamaki called after the two, running slightly to catch up. The blonde human, for some god-forsaken reason had attached himself to the two, and even dragged her cousin to his silly club. "Time for another school year, huh? Y/n, are you sure you don't want to be manager for us?" She sighed.
"Like I said before, I'm not sure-"
"Just say yes n/n. He's not going to stop begging until you say yes..." The noirette said, resigned that this was his life. The h/c girl sighed.
"Fine. I'll be the stupid manager tamaki."
"Oh that's wonderful! Isn't it kyouya?"
"Puts a little less work on me. It will be nice to have her around to help." Y/n glared at him, but didn't deny it. Besides, she took pity on kyouya. She saw how overworked he was by himself last year. She might as well take a little of his workload. She was more than smart enough to do so.
"But remember, I'm not a hostess or free labor. I'm your manager now, and I expect respect, and I reserve the right to walk out for any reason. Deal?"
"Of course, of course." Tamaki agreed. "Wouldn't want you to feel trapped after all." He smiled, and y/n felt her shoulders relax just a fraction. She sipped her blood, and turned on her heel.
"Well then, we should get to class before we're late." She went on ahead, leaving her cousin with his blonde friend. Since while she was friendly with tamaki, he was certainly more kyouya's friend than hers.
Arriving at the club with the other two second years, she took a deep breath and stepped inside. "We're the first one's here usually. I've already sent a text to our club group chat that we have a manager now, but I'll wait until you meet everyone to add you in. Sound good?" Tamaki asked. Y/n nodded, finishing off her secret meal. "Oh, do you need more tomato juice?" He asked, not knowing what the drink really was.
"No thank you. I'm fine." She said with a small smile. Only kyouya really knew what it was. He was usually the one to supply her during school if she ever needed a refill, able to keep bags of cold blood in the very back of the clubs fridge, where only he knew where to look. He also used it as a quick pick-me-up every now and then anyways, so why wouldn't he have a stash of blood? The rest of the club wasn't in the know about vampires, and they liked it that way.
"-I'm just saying, it wouldn't have killed him to talk a little, right?"
"I know! Super rude." Two similar voices said, walking in mid conversation with each other. They looked up, seeing y/n in the club room, and smiling.
"Why, it seems the host club has a new toy-"
"Don't even." Kyouya said. "Not only is y/n my cousin, she has graciously agreed to be the manager of this club, so we all expeact you to treat her with respect, and not as a toy." Y/n quirked a brow, challenging them a little.
"Oh. Nevermind then." The one with a lighter voice said. "I'm Kaoru Hittachin."
"Hikaru." The other introduced. "Nice to meet you y/n senpai." His brother nodded in agreement. Y/n took note of the slight difference in their scents, and stored it to memory. Hikaru had a little more musk in his scent, while Kaoru's was definitely ever so slightly lighter.
"It's a pleasure. Please take care of me." She smiled, looking each twin in the eye.
"Takashi, look! Someone news here today!"
"Yeah." Y/n looked to see two more young men she didn't immediately recognize. One had a smell that reminded her of ash trees, while the other... was indescribably sweet. So much, she found herself salivating a little at the thought of his scent and the smell of his blood. She swallowed the saliva, and smiled, having to retract her fangs that came out by accident.
"Hi! I'm mitsukuni haninozuka, but everyone just calls me honey-senpai. This is takashi!" He said cheerfully.
"Mori." The taller said, as way of introduction. Y/n just bowed slightly.
"Pleasure to meet you honey and mori senpais. I'm y/n l/n, and I'll be your new manager."
"Our manager?"
"Yes. Please, take care of me." She said to the small blonde. Now that he was standing right in front of her, she noticed he didn't even come up to her shoulders, standing about mid chest height wise compared to her. Cute. She quickly turned to her cousin, who got the hint to start teaching her what her responsibilities were before the club started. Managing the finances, track club spending, behind the scenes stuff like that. The twins, she learned, had some of the control of the club's website, which she found no issue with at the moment. As long as they weren't causing trouble with it, she would leave it be.
While she got up and running, she smelled something coming closer. "Y/n-chan?" She looked up at honey senpai, and gave him a sweet smile.
"Can I help you senpai?"
"Would you like to have cake with me and takashi?" She gulped. Not good.
"I, uh, I'm sorry senpai, but I don't really have a sweet tooth. But you two are welcome to sit with me while I get started?" She offered as a compromise. Honey looked sad, and she felt bad for it, but she really didn't want to puke today.
"Mitsukuni." He shot out of his sad face within the second of being called. "We're getting started." He smiled, and bounced over to his own cousin, waving goodbye to y/n for the moment.
"Y/n, you keep going. You'll be notified if you're needed." Kyouya let her know, and she nodded in acknowledgement. The door creaked open, and the lighter sent of a girl wafted through the door.
"Welcome!"