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Haruhi stood there, the door to Library Room #4 cracked open, the loud chatter of the students ringing against the tall walls filled with books no one seemed to be interested in. She sighed at the sight before closing the door and making her way up the expansive stairs.
This place has four library rooms. You’d think one of them would be quiet.
She murmured in her mind. The clicking sound of her shoes echoed in the emptiness of the stairs and the corridor she wandered through. Haruhi paused, turning to look out one of the many large windows before continuing to walk ahead.
How are things in Heaven, Mom? I can’t believe it’s been ten years already. I’m beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time.
She suddenly stopped in front of a pair of double doors. She tilted her head up, the words “Music Room #3” plastered across the sign.
An abandoned music room.
Haruhi thought before reaching out for one of the door’s handles, pushing it. “I guess this is the only place I’ll be able to study in peace and quiet.” She peeked her head through the cracked door as she opened it further.
Rose petals gushed into her face, a bright light emitting from the room. “Welcome” Seven voices greeted in union.
Haruhi’s eyes cleared from the light subsiding, revealing six handsome males and.. one female.
When I opened the door, I found the Host Club.
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Starting Today, You Are A Host!
Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school’s handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy’s elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.
The clock ticks loudly in the silence, as Haruhi fidgets anxiously with her back pressed against the entrance’s double doors.
“Uh, this is a host club?” She asked, her voice shaking as she squirmed against the doors.
“Oh, wow. It’s a boy.” Hikaru and Kaoru gasp.
“Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn’t he?” Kyoya infers.
“Yeah, but he’s shy. He doesn’t act very sociably so we don’t know much about him.” They say in sync and shrug in union.
“Hey, you two, be nice.” Y/N L/N, the only girl in the room scolded softly. She turned her attention to the boy who had entered their club, looking into his eyes. A light bulb goes off inside her head, she lets out a sigh.
Kyoya scoffs softly. “Well that wasn’t very polite.” A light bulb is switched on inside his mind as well. “Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor Student.” His gaze shifts to Haruhi.
“What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka!” Shifting his attention from the newcomer to Y/N, he shouts her name. “Y/N!” She practically yelps at the sudden noise. “You’re in charge of informing us on new customers! How come we weren’t aware of his arrival?” He whines.
“W-Well, we mainly market to girls. So, I don’t usually keep track of the boys of our school.” She said calmly, slightly stuttering. “So loud..” She murmured as she rubbed her ears. Tamaki tilted his head down apologetic for startling her before turning his attention to the boy standing before them.
“You’re the exceptional honor student we’ve heard about!” Tamaki is dumbfounded as he fixates on her. Haruhi struggles to get the doors open.
Haruhi perks up. “How did you know my name?” She asks nervously.
“Why don’t you know? You’re practically famous around here. It’s not everyday a commoner gains entrance into our academy.” Y/N sheepishly spoke, managing not to stumble her words. She smiled softly at the commoner.
It wasn’t often Y/N spoke up, she usually kept to herself. Tamaki’s eyes widened and he immediately wrapped his arms around Y/N’s head, he rocked her, not so gently, back and forth. “You’re SO CUTE! Yes! Good job, Y/N!” He smiled fondly as he praised her like a proud father. A light, but noticeable blush appeared across her cheeks.
“That’s enough, Tamaki.” Kyoya inferred firmly. His eyes slightly narrow.
Tamaki released his hold on the girl, but patted her head before shifting his attention to Haruhi. Y/N’s blush deepened with embarrassment. “I’m not a dog.” She murmured to herself.
“You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student, Mr. Fujioka.” Kyoya spoke.
Haruhi’s face twitched as she replied. “Well, uh, thank you, I guess..”
“You’re welcome.” Tamaki appeared behind Haruhi, resting hand on her shoulder as he towered over her. “You’re a hero to other poor people Fujioka. You’ve shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy!”
Haruhi shuffled away from his grasp. Tamaki not seeming to take a hint, wandered towards her. “It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others.”
Y/N stands next to Kyoya. “Don’t you think he’s taking this poor thing too far?” She whispered while tugging at his sleeve making him look away from his notebook before closing it. His gaze met hers. He scoffed softly before placing a hand atop her head.
“This matter is simply non of our concern, Y/N. Let the boss fantasize.” He said dismissively, ruffling her hair before letting go.
Haruhi continued shuffling away. “Spurned! Neglected! But that doesn’t matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor man. To the world of beauty!” Tamaki raised his arms high.
“I’m out of here.” Haruhi said before strolling towards the doors.
“Hey! Come back here, Haru-chan!” Honey leaps forwards towards her.
“Honey-senpai, I don’t think-“ Y/N tries to warn before being cut off by Honey. He takes hold of Haruhi’s arm and drags her back further into the room.
“You must be like a superhero or something! That’s so cool!”
“I’m not a hero. I’m an honors student.” She responded bluntly before realizing what he had just referred to her as. “—And who the hell are you calling Haru-chan?!” She uttered abruptly. Poor Honey whimpered in fear before running away.
“Haruhi, watch your tone. Honey-senpai is a third-year.” Y/N informed with a soft voice.
Haruhi’s angry demeanor softened at the realization. She was about to apologize but Tamaki suddenly appeared and interrupted.
“I never would’ve imagined the famous scholar.. would be so openly gay.” Tamaki rubbed his chin with two fingers.
“Openly what?” She muttered.
“Tamaki you shouldn’t assume people’s-” Y/N was then cut off by the blonde male.
“So tell me what kind of guys you’re into. Do you like the strong, silent type?” The attention shifted to Mori and then to Honey. “The boy-Lolita? How about the mischievous type?” Hikaru and Kouru appeared. “Or the cool type?” Kyoya stood there with a faint smile. Y/N’s eyes lingered on him before turning her attention back to the brunette.
Haruhi backed up. Whimpering and spluttering. “Uh, I, uh.. It’s not like that! I was just looking for a quiet place to study!” She pleaded.
Tamaki’s hand lifted her chin and he leaned in close. “Or maybe.. You’re into a guy like me? What do you say?” He rubbed her finger under her chin.
Flustered, she suddenly backed away, bumping into a podium with an expensive looking vase. She gasped, immediately twisting her body to reach out for the artifact. Her finger tips grazed the vase before it fell, shattering against the floor. She leaned against the podium, mouth agape in shock.
The two twins hovered above her. “Aw!” They both groaned. “We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction!” Hikaru informed.
“Oh, now you’ve done it, commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at 8 million yen!”
“What? Eight million yen?!” She shouted. “How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?” Her fingers twitched as she attempted to calculate the yen.
“One thousand thousands!” Y/N blurted out absentmindedly. She turned to Kyoya and whispered. “Am I right?” She asked with anticipation. Kyoya smiled. “You’re correct, dear.” She smiled warmly. She was so happy she had completely overlooked the nickname. Dear. But instant regret and guilt washed over her as she saw the horrified look on Haruhi’s face.
“Uh, I’m gonna have to pay you back.” She said nervously.
“With what money? You can’t even afford a school uniform.” The twins said in synch.
Speaking of uniforms, Haruhi had noticed that Y/N’s uniform was different from the other girls’ uniforms. It wasn’t the usual big, yellow dresses worn by the girls’. Y/N wore a similar blue blazer to the boys’. A white dress shirt underneath worn with a black tie. Instead of pants, she wore a black pleated skirt matched with black knee-high socks. She wore black, Mary Jane pumps, though the heel was small only about two inches. Her uniform was much more flattering than the other girls’ uniform.
Haruhi grew flustered as they called her out. “What with that grubby outfit you’ve got on, anyway?” Kaoru mocked.
Kyoya bent down to pick up a piece of the shattered vase. “Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?” Tamaki sat down in his chair.
“There’s a famous saying you may have heard, Fujioka.” He pointed with his right hand. “When in Rome, you should do as the Roman’s do” He then pointed with his left. “Since you have no money, you can pay with your body.”
Y/N’s breath hitched, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. “That isn’t what it means..” She sighed.
“Well, he is Tamaki.” Kyoya spoke. “How could you expect him to know?” He shrugged.
“That means starting today, you’re the host club’s dog!” He announced.
I don’t know if I can handle this, mom. I’ve been captured by a bunch of boys that are calling themselves a host club.
Haruhi stood there frozen. The group huddled around her. Tamaki waving a hand in her face and Honey poking her. She sluggishly collapsed on the floor.
“H-Huh? Haruhi!” Y/N panicked and kneeled down beside her.
“He’ll be fine, he’s just in shock.” Kyoya reassured her. Y/N looked up at him with a slight pout.
She looked back down at Haruhi and adjusted her position, resting Haruhi’s head on her lap so she wouldn’t wake up sore.
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The Host Club is now open for business
The host club’s room was full of ladies gushing over the hosts. Not a single table was empty. Y/N waited patiently for someone to give her something to do. In the mean time, she observed the girls fawned over the boys.
“Um, Tamaki, what’s your favorite song?” One of the girls Tamaki was entertaining spoke.
“What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course.”
“I baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?” The girl sitting next to Tamaki on the couch chimed in.
Y/N’s ears perked at the mention of cake. Man, she loved sweets. Just thinking about them made her drool.
“Only if you feed it to me, darling.” Tamaki lifted up her chin.
“Oh, wow, you’re so dreamy!” The girl blushed.
Forget Tamaki, all of Y/N’s attention was on the cake.
“May I have a word with you, Tamaki?” A girl on the other side of Tamaki spoke.
“I’ve recently heard the Host Club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.”
Y/N frowned as her eyes set on the redhead.
Tamaki chucked. “I don’t know if I’d call him that.” Just then, Haruhi walked in holding a paper bag.
“Speak of the devil. Thanks for doing the shopping, little piglet.” Tamaki winked. “Did you get everything in our list?”
“What piglet?” Haruhi murmured.
“Hey, wait a minute, what is this?” Tamaki asked as he held a jar filled with a brown powder.
Y/N took a step closer and observed the object that was quite foreign for her.
“Just what it looks like. It’s coffee.” Haruhi said bluntly.
“I’ve never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that’s already ground? Tamaki asked with curiosity.
“What do you mean? It’s instant coffee.”
“It’s instant?” Y/N, as well as the two girls sitting on the couch across from them said in synch.
“Woah. I’ve heard of this before it’s commoners coffee. You just add hot water.” Tamaki explained.
“I didn’t know there was such thing.” One of the girls commented
“So it’s true then, poor people don’t even have enough free time to ground their own coffee beans.”
All sorts of comments were thrown around. By then, a crowd started to form.
“Commoners are pretty smart.” Said Kyoya.
“100 grams for 300 yen?” Hikaru questioned.
“That’s a lot less than we normally pay.” Said Kaoru.
“I’ll go back and get something else. Excuse me for not buying you guys expensive coffee.” Haruhi muttered.
“No, I’ll keep it!” Said Tamaki earning a gasp from the girls.
“I’m going to give it a try.” Gasps filled the air. “I will drink this coffee!” The crowd began to clap the hosts and Y/N included.
“Alright, Haruhi. Get over here and make some of this commoners’ coffee.” Tamaki demanded.
I hate all these damn rich people
Haruhi sighed.
“Oh, Tamaki. Now you’re taking the joke too far. You palate won’t be able to stomach that crap. You don’t have to drink it just because he bought it”
By then, the crowd had left and it was only Haruhi and Y/N left near the couch the redhead sat on.
She does know Tamaki is no longer here, right..?
Y/N thought to herself before brushing it off.
“Hmm?” Haruhi hummed.
She turns to Haruhi. “I’m sorry. I was talking to myself.”
“Uh..” Haruhi stood there not knowing how to reply.
Y/N took notice of this. “C’mon, Haruhi. I wanna try commoners coffee too!” She said sweetly as she took hold of Haruhi’s hand and pulled her gently towards the table.
Everyone watched in awe as Haruhi prepared the instant coffee. Haruhi shoves the tray in Tamaki’s direction. “Here.”
Haruhi personally handed Y/N her own cup of coffee. Y/N’s eyes widened but softened as she smiled at Haruhi. “Thank you.” She whispered.
“Let the tasting begin!” Tamaki declared. The girls stood there eyeing the coffee with suspicion.
“I’m a little scared to drink this stuff.”
“I’m afraid if I drink this, my father will yell at me.”
Tamaki quickly took hold of the girl, leaning down to hold her romantically.
“What if I let you drink it from my mouth?” Tamaki said flirtatiously.
“Well, then I would drink it.” Her voice shook before the crowd of girls squealed.
In the midst of the chaos, Y/N took a sip of the coffee. Haruhi looked over at her, curious to see her reaction. Y/N’s looked down at the coffee. “Bitter…” She whispered.
“Well, it is coffee.” Haruhi replied.
“Here.” She poured a bit of milk inside Y/N’s cup and placed two cubes of sugar before stirring. Y/N watched in awe before taking a sip. Her eyes softened, she looked like she was about to melt.
“It’s.. really good” She looked up at Haruhi and smiled warmly.
“G-Good.” Haruhi stuttered. “So..” Haruhi started. “Why are you in a place like this? The host club, I mean.”
Y/N hummed and set her cup of coffee down on the table. “I guess I never got to introduce myself properly, huh?” She chuckled.
“My name is Y/N L/N. Let see.. oh! I’m a second-year, uh.. I work for the host club. I guess you could say I’m sort of their manager.” She smiled awkwardly not knowing if she should add more.
“Oh, you’re a second-year?” Haruhi got flustered and bowed out of respect.
“Don’t be silly, there’s no need for formalities.” Haruhi lifted her head up to look at Y/N. Y/N clasped her hands around Haruhi’s.
“I’d like for you to become my friend, Haru-chan.” Y/N teased with a smile. Haruhi blushed at the nickname.
“A-Alright..” Haruhi mumbled. Y/N let go of Haruhi’s hands and clasped her own together.
“I’m sure we’ll be great friends.” She smiled softly.
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“So he had this nightmare that made him bolt up right out of bed.” Hikaru said with a smile to the girls sitting with the twins.
“Hikaru! I told you not to tell them that story! I asked you not to tell anyone that. Why are you so mean to me.” Kaoru whined with a tear.
Hikaru’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, Kaoru.” The girls gasped.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, but you were so adorable when it happened, I had to tell them. I’m sorry.” Hikaru cradled his brother’s face with both hands.
“I forgive you.” Kaoru whimpered.
The girls squealed. “I’ve never seen brotherly love quite like that!” The girls said in synch.
“What are they so excited about? I just don’t get it.” Haruhi sighed and made her way holding a tray of tea cups.
Just then, Mori and Honey entered the room. Honey yawned tiredly. “Sorry, we’re running late.” Mori held Honey on his back.
“Hello, Honey! Hey, Mori!” One of the girls sitting on the couch spoke. “We’ve been waiting for you guys. Hi!”
“I was waiting for Takashi to finish his Kendo meeting and I fell asleep. And I’m still not completely awake.” Honey said while rubbing his eye.
The girls gasped. “So cute!” They all squealed.
“Is that boy really a third-year student? Haruhi stood beside Y/N, observing the scene.
Y/N hummed. “Honey-senpai may seem young and childish, but he is actually super strong.” Y/N replied.
“He is a prodigy.” Kyoya stood on the other side of Y/N.
“And then Mori-Senpai’s allure is his strong and silent disposition” Honey-senpai suddenly appears and lunges for Haruhi.
“Haru-chan!” He spins her around as she screamed.
“Hey, Haru-chan! Do you wanna go have some cake with me?”
“I want some cake..” Y/N muttered quietly with a pout, making Kyoya glance at her.
“Thanks, but I don’t really like cake.” Haruhi replied, still dizzy from the spinning.
“Then how would you like to hold my bunny, Usa-chan?” Honey asked sweetly.
“I’m not into bunnies.” Haruhi answered with her head still spinning.
“You’re saying you don’t like Usa-chan?” Honey held his bunny with a frown.
Haruhi’s eyes widened as she stared at the pink bunny. Her eyes don’t leave the bunny for a while.
Y/N whispered to Kyoya. “What’s going on?” Kyoya lifts his gaze from his notebook to look at what she was referring to.
“I’m not quite sure.” He replied.
“I guess he is kinda cute, huh?” She leaned forward towards the bunny. Honey gasps softly as the lightbulb in his head turned on.
Usa-chan is now in Haruhi’s arms. “Take good care of him, okay?” Honey says before skipping off into a girls lap.
“You’ll notice that our club utilizes each man’s unique characteristics to cater to the desires of our guests.” Kyoya gestures to Honey and Mori.
“Just so you know, Tamaki is number one around here. He’s the king. His request rate is 70%.” Kyoya informs Haruhi.
“King..” Y/N muttered.
“And in order for you to pay off your 8 million yen debt with us, you will act as the Ouran Host Club’s dog until you graduate.” Kyoya smirked. “I’m sorry. I meant our errand boy.”
“Until he graduates?!” Y/N gasps softly.
“You can try to run away if want to, Haruhi, but just so you know, family employs a private police force of 100 officers. By the way, do you have a passport?” He asks with an evil aura.
“Huh?” Haruhi straightens her back.
“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Y/N tries to reassure knowing Kyoya meant it.
“You’re going to have to work hard to pay off the debt, my little nerd.” Tamaki appears behind Haruhi and blows air against her ear and neck.
Haruhi jerks forward, rubbing her neck. “Please don’t do that again.” She says with a shaky voice.
“You need a makeover, or no girl is going to look twice at you.” Tamaki infers.
“Yeah, well, I’m not trying to get girls to look at me.” She says bluntly.
“Are you kidding me? That’s the most important thing. You have to learn to be a gentleman and please the ladies. Like me.” Tamaki held a red rose between his fingers.
“I just don’t thinks it’s all that important.” Haruhi says abruptly “Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean, all that really matters is what’s on the inside, right? I don’t understand why you even have a host club like this.”
“It’s a cruel reality isn’t it?” Haruhi grunts at Tamaki’s words.
“It’s not often that God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside, and out.”
“Oh, boy.” Y/N sighs
“Say what?” Haruhi slouches.
Tamaki hold himself in an embrace. “I understand how you feel since not everyone is blessed as I am. But you must console yourself. Otherwise, how would you go on living? And think about this, Haruhi. Why do you think they put works of art in museums? Because beauty should be shared with the world. And those born beautiful should promote…” Tamaki continued blabbering to no one as Haruhi got lost in thought.
Y/N turned to Kyoya. “Do think she can handle him?” She asked.
“Hm?” Kyoya hummed.
“I mean, how do you think this’ll play out?”
“We’ll see.” He replied simply.
Y/N anxiously scratched at the side of her thigh. She tended to have the urge to scratch whenever she was nervous, a bad habit of hers. Kyoya took notice of this and yanked her hand away from her thigh by the wrist.
“Stop that.” He said firmly. She felt her face burn up with embarrassment as she nodded. She crossed her arms to keep her from scratching at the exposed skin.
“Huh, I got it!” Haruhi raised a finger.
“Oh, did I strike a chord?”
“Obnoxious.”
Tamaki stiffens and becomes pale. He crouches down with his knees to his chest.
“Uh, I’m sorry, Tamaki-senpai.” Haruhi apologized. The twins laughed.
“You’re a hero alright.” Said Hikaru.
“I’m sorry, Senpai, but your lesson did strike a small chord with me.” Haruhi admits.
Suddenly, Tamaki stands up no longer crouching. “Really, it did? Let me teach you more, my friend.” He said enthusiastically.
“Well, he got over that quick..” Y/N mumbled as she stood next to Haruhi.
“Boss?” Kaoru questioned.
“Call me King.” Said Tamaki.
“You can teach him all the basics of hosting..” “but he’s not going to get very far with the ladies if he doesn’t look the part, you know? He’s not exactly Host Club material.” Hikaru finished Kaoru’s sentence.
“Maybe if we took off his glasses, it’ll help..” Y/N said as she reached forward for Haruhi’s glasses, sliding them off carefully. Y/N froze.
“Hey! I need those!” Haruhi protested.
Hikaru and Kaoru looked over Y/N’s shoulders and they froze as well.
“I used to have contacts, but I lost them on the first day of school.” Haruhi explained.
Tamaki marched over, shoving the twins and gently pushing Y/N aside. He gasped before snapping his fingers.
“Hikaru! Kaoru! Y/N!” “Got it!” The twins grabbed Haruhi by the wrists and dragged her. She gasped and wailed. Y/N sighed. “Got it..” She mumbled as she began to speed walk towards the direction the twins had taken Haruhi.
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Y/N opened the curtain of the changing room, holding a boys uniform. Hikaru and Kaoru appeared behind her. “Here! Change into this uniform!” They said in synch.
“What? But why?” Haruhi questioned.
“Don’t ask questions!” They took the uniform from Y/N’s hands and leaped towards Haruhi.
“Change!” They chanted.
“No way!” Haruhi protested but surrendered shortly after. “Fine, I’ll change. But you two have to get out!” Haruhi shouted and shoved the twins out of the changing room.
They both yelped before looking at each other with a confused look. The lightbulb inside their heads turning bright.
“I’ll give you some privacy.” Y/N said to Haruhi with a smile before walking out of the changing room.
“Um, Senpai?” Haruhi uttered. By then, the whole club was outside waiting for her.
“Aren’t you done changing yet?” Tamaki questioned. The curtains slid open.
“You sure it’s really okay for me to keep this uniform?” Haruhi appeared wearing the Ouran uniform.
Mm! Cute! You’re as pretty as a girl! Adorable!” Tamaki cooed
“Haru-Chan you look so cute!” Honey and Y/N complimented at the same time.
“If we’d known that’s how you really looked…” Hikaru began. “We would’ve helped you out sooner.” Kaoru finished.
“Who knows, maybe he’ll draw in some customers.” Kyoya commented.
“You know, that’s just what I was thinking.” Tamaki raised a finger.
“Our errand boy is moving up the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your eight million yen debt!”
“A host?” A sweat drop dripped down Haruhi’s face.
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“Y/N” A deep voice cut through the silence as Y/N cleaned up the tables of the club.
“Huh?” Y/N perked up and turned towards the voice. “Oh, hey, Kyoya.” She said softly.
She had just finished up cleaning the last table. Kyoya stood there, with an arm behind his back.
“What’s up?” She gestured to his hidden hand.
He moved his arm from behind his back, revealing a plate, with a slice of cake. “We have a slice of cake leftover. I’m not fond of sweets. Would you like it?”
Y/N’s eyes widened with delight. “Yeah!” She said enthusiastically. He handed her the plate. A spoon was already placed atop of it.
She immediately took a bite. Her eyes softened as she tasted the sweetness on her tongue.
Kyoya reached his hand towards her. He cupped her jaw and with his thumb he wiped the cream off her lip.
She looked up at him, gazing into his eyes for a moment before processing what had just happened. Her eyes widened but before she could say anything he turned his back to her and walked towards the doors.
“Get home safe, Y/N.” He said before shutting the door behind him.
She was left alone, blushing.
Then, she realized something. There was never any cake leftover, either guests would finish it or Honey happily ate the leftovers.
Y/N sighed before giggling to herself like an idiot.
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