#ouran musical fine

[nekorenge]

The duo!! Based on this picture from the recent Ouran Fine musical 🖤💖

[landofanimes]

Ouran High School Host Club Fine Musical  

Bisco Hatori's drawings for the cast

[selkiecoded]

in honor of accidentally getting back into two of my old musical hyperfixiations: a very, very old au that im breaking out for one last job

[paunchsalazar]

Bisco Hatori illustrations for the cast of the Ouran High School Host Club Fine Musical

[lovelybrooke]

How they knew (Yandere Ouran High School Host Club).

You know how in the first episode; a little lightbulb turns on went off whenever one of the hosts figured out Haruhi was a girl? Well, that's how I imagine it was like for them when they figured out, they loved you, which inspired this fic. (Warning, bad usd to yen calculations, I just looked it up).

Honey knew he would like you the moment he saw you.

You were awkward, sitting so stiffly across from Haruhi as you slowly eat your cake, eyes darting around the old music room in what was very obviously nervous.

You stood out like a sore thumb, your commoner clothing a stark contrast to the bright uniforms of Ouran Acadamy. It was so obvious that Honey noticed you immediately when you walked into the club, watching as you beelined towards Haruhi, who was excited to see you.

Despite your demeanor, Honey just couldn't help but be drawn to you. You were just so cute as you stuttered and stammered when he skipped over to you and started a conversation. He learned you were on an art scholarship, the dried marker and paint that littered your hands a clear sign to that. He learned you were in Haruhi's year, and while you weren't as gifted as her, you were just as determined. Most importantly, he learned you loved sweets, and as you eventually got over your nervousness you happily ate slice after slice of cake.

Honey's time with you flew by, eventually Haruhi taking your time back from him. He couldn't believe how short your interaction was, and he was honestly frustrated having it taken from him. Before you could leave, he made you promise to come see him again, linking his pinkies with you to seal it.

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The next day, you didn't show up. You didn't show up for the next few weeks, and Honey didn't like it at all.

He pried Haruhi on where he could find you, leading him to one of Ouran's many art rooms. When he walked inside, he could see you sitting in front of a large canvas, a light wash of colors laying on top of it. You were painting peacefully, and for a while, Honey just watched you. He liked you the most when you weren't trembling with nerves, just being yourself. You were beautiful, your skin glowing in the slowly setting sun as you hummed along to a song playing from your headphones.

It was when you turned around and noticed him, a bright smile gracing your face that Honey realized he loved you, and he embraced it like a warm hug.

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Haruhi wonders where you've been all her life, and why she hadn't met you sooner.

Haruhi is thankful for your friendship, she really is, but sometimes she wishes you could be something more.

She knows though, that because she a host member, and because she needs to pay off her debt, that you two could never be more. And she's fine with that, she really is, but somedays she wishes you two could've met under different circumstances.

Nothing proves that more than the third year cuddling up to you, ranting about his classes as he hands you another slice of cake. Haruhi fumed silently as Honey fed you a bit of cake from his plate, the giggle coming from his mouth as you took a bite being anything but sweet.

"Haruhi." Somehow, Hikaru was on her right.

"What's up with you?" Kaoru was on her left. She groans as the twins follow her fine of sight, smirking at the sight in front of them.

"Oh, I see," They giggle as they eye Haruhi, who was now slightly red, "You're jealous." They said in tandem.

"Am not." She said, walking away only for them to follow. They laugh, looking at each other for a second before looking back at her.

"So, you wouldn't mind if we hung out with them tomorrow, would you?" Haruhi's eyes widened for a moment before shifting to a glare. Crossing her arms, she shrugs and rolls her eyes.

"Of course, I wouldn't." Haruhi knew they knew she was lying, but she couldn't back down now.

The twins both smiled at her before walking off, her heart already dropping to her stomach.

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The next day, of course, the twins were all over you. You were at the host club before she was, and when she arrived you were playing the twins stupid game.

"Can you tell which one of us is Hikaru?" They stood in front of you, smiling coyly down at you from your seat on the couch. Haruhi watched you think for a second, before you pointed.

"You're Hikaru," You pointed to the twin on the right. "And you're Kaoru." You finished. Haruhi watched as the twin's playful façade faltered, their faces bewildered. As quickly as it happened, they recovered.

"You're wrong, sorry~." No, you weren't, Haruhi could tell. Either way though, you deflated, your pout causing Haruhi to blush.

"Aw, I could've sworn I was right." You murmur to yourself, eyes meeting Haruhi's as she walks over to you. You lighten up a little, waving at her.

"Oh, hey Haruhi, what's up?" Haruhi doesn't know why her heart races at your simple question, but she can help it. She lucky she was even able to make an excuse for you to get away from the brothers, claiming she wanted to study with you, which wasn't far from the truth. She just wanted to spend some time with you, together.

She could hear the twin's snicker something, "And she says she isn't jealous." She thinks Hikaru said, she wasn't paying attention. She was too focused on you.

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Hikaru and Kaoru always shared everything.

It was in their nature as twins. It's like they had this mutual understanding that everything they do, they do together. Everything they own, they own together. Everything they are, they are together.

"Hikaru." Kaoru starts, not looking at his brother as he gets ready for bed. "What do you think about (Y/N)?" He whispers, mind wandering with thoughts of you. It was strange for anyone to be able to tell them apart, especially so easily. Ever since that moment, all he could think about was you, it was kind of embarrassing.

Kaoru can hear Hikaru shift slighting before scoffing, "What is there to think about." He says plainly. Karou looks over at him, his brother seemingly completely uninterested.

Kaoru shrugs, "I don't know, don't you think it's strange." He says, watching as his brother rolls his eyes.

"It's not that big of a deal, they probably cheated anyway." Hikaru mumbled the last part, but Kaoru still heard, not responding as he laid down to sleep.

---

Apparently, it did matter, because as Hikaru watched you giggle and joke around with Kaoru, he couldn't help but wonder how you knew.

Honestly, it makes him kind of angry. Why was it so easy for you. You had to have cheated, you definitely cheated. There's no other reason for why he feels this way, right?

He hears you giggle again, and Hikaru wanted to rip his hair out. He hated the sound, even more than he hated Kaoru's dumb smile that stretched across his face.

He wanted Kaoru to hate you as much as he did. He wanted you to leave the host club, damn the school entirely, and never come back.

Hikaru watches as Kaoru puts his hand on your arm in a way that was definitely more than platonic, not that you could tell. Disgusted, Hikaru gets up from his seat and storms out of the club room, to where, he doesn't know.

What he does know is he hates the blush that runs up his cheeks when he hears your concern for him as you ask where he's going.

---

Kaoru is in love with you. He loves you; he loves thinking about you, he loves talking about you, he loves being with you.

The issue was Hikaru.

Hikaru loved you too, that was obvious by the blush that covered his cheeks when he heard your voice. But he would never admit it. Whether it's because his pride or because some other deep emotion, no one knew. On the outside, Hikaru was able to hide it, but Kaoru knew, Kaoru always knew.

"Just admit it, Hikaru." Kaour started, "You're in love with them." Hikaru scoffed quietly, his uncaring façade never leaving his face.

"Just because you love the Kaoru doesn't mean I do." He spoke. Their bedroom was silent after that, but Hikaru could hear Kaoru lay down on the bed. Hikaru turned towards his brother, bringing his knees to his chest.

Maybe Hikaru did love you. Maybe he wanted to be with you. But he was afraid. Afraid of messing with the delicate balance that him and his brother has. He's afraid of submitting to someone else. Be more that all that, he's afraid of someone taking you from him, and that he'll never have another chance with you.

Maybe Hikaru is in love.

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Mori has always liked the quiet. He's content with watching the world around them in peaceful silence.

His favorite thing to watch is you.

You were becoming a common sight at the host club. You always came for Haruhi, but either the twins or Honey would steal you from her. It was somewhat amusing to watch his colleagues become slowly enamored with you.

He didn't expect it to happen to him, however.

You were nice, too nice for you own good. It started slowly, actions that were barely noticeable to other people. Things like offering a piece of your lunch to him when him and Honey would eat with you. Or when you would see him in the hallways and ask how he was doing. Or when you offered to help him in a class he was struggling with, not expecting anything in return.

His feelings for you slowly and slowly built up like an all-consuming force. Whenever he saw you, the world around him would become hazy and all he could focus on was you.

It became too much, the feelings eventually creeping out of him one random day at school. After taking Honey to his class, he saw you, crouching on the floor, your eyes red and raw.

"(Y/N)." He said, his heart sinking as he hears you sniffle, "what's wrong." You shake your head, choosing to stay quiet. "What happened?" Mori prodded forward as you wiped your eyes.

"Just some stupid classmate." You snarled slightly and rolled your eyes, "vandalized a project of mine. Took me forever." You mumbled.

The familiar feeling of rage pooled up inside Mori. He murmured something about you waiting for him before walking off towards the art classroom.

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Mori has always liked the quiet, especially in moments like this, his breath labored and heavy as sweat beats down his forehead. Below him, a first year, beaten and bruised, but living.

It wasn't hard getting the information from the kid; he was bragging loudly to his friends about the stupid commoner who bumped into him earlier, so he got revenge by destroying the project they were working on.

Mori couldn't explain the rage he felt, but it emanated out of him like steam, it only increasing as he followed the kid back to the art room, cornering him. Before he could even get a word out, Mori's hands were on him, punching and hitting the first year in a blind rage. His fists came down so fast, the first year could barely scream, only small gasps coming from him.

Eventually, the world quiets down, and everything comes back into focus. He turns his head to see your art piece standing up on an easel. He could see bits of the self-portrait behind the mess paint carelessly splattered across the canvas.

Mori slowly stood up, ignoring the barely living kid beneath him as he approached the canvas, carefully caressing the piece of you he could see. He retracts his hand, frowning at the smear of blood left on the canvas.

In this moment, Mori wondered if this was the farthest he would go for you only to laugh at the thought. He was willing to go much, much, further for you.

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"Ah, you're Haruhi's friend." Kyoya already knew you, you've been coming here for weeks. You were sitting at Haruhi's table, waiting for her to finish her classes.

"Um-yeah, what's up?" Kyoya would be lying if he said he didn't think your little stuttering was cute. Kyoya smiled coyly, pushing up his glasses while looking down at you.

"I've heard you are a wonderful artist and would like to commission a piece for the host club's website." He explained. You looked surprised, but who could blame you. An extremely rich student was offering to pay you for your art.

"Oh! What exactly are you looking for?" Kyoya sits down across from you and stares at you with a pleased expression.

"I would like individual portraits of all the hosts, if that is possible." He watches you think for a second before nodding slowly.

"It'll probably take me a while" You mumble to yourself. You look at him with a small tilt of the head, "How much are you paying."

He let out a smile laugh, "I think 14,000 per portrait should suffice." Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at amount. The money was nothing in comparison to what we had, but you didn't have to know that.

You were fast to agree, something Kyoya very much liked.

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Over the next few weeks, Kyoya has been visiting your classroom to view your progress on the portraits. Eventually the visits became less about making sure you were keeping up to schedule and more about well, you.

Kyoya found you so interesting, for a commoner at least. You were shy and quiet, but so fiercely determined when it came to what you were passionate about. And you were talented, very much so. Even with your cheap art supply, you were able to create such beautiful works of art, it was breathtaking.

"You didn't have to get this for me Kyoya." You utter, looking down at the very expensive paints Kyoya purchased for you. Your demeanor became shy when he puts a hand on your back and smiles.

"It's just a small gesture, think of it as a thank you for the portraits." He says. Kyoya looks over at the canvas in front of you, it being a rough sketch of Tamaki. The other, finished painting laying on the floor to dry. What caught his eye however was a painting in the corner, a painting of yourself.

"You're doing a self-portrait?" Kyoya asked, pointing over to the smaller canvas. You quickly get up from your seat and turn the canvas around, embarrassment seeping through your laugh.

"How much?" You look confused, shaking your head.

"It's a project so..."

"After it's turned in and graded, how much for it." You move the painting away to the other side of the room.

"It's not for sale, Kyoya."

"I'll pay double, if that's what you would like?" Now you look frustrated, sitting back down across from the canvas.

"Why do you want it so bad anyway?" You grumble, picking up a paintbrush.

Kyoya moves over to the painting, eyes scanning over your soft features. Kyoya feels as though he could look at the painting for years and keep finding little things about you that made you beautiful. He tears his eyes away from the painting, looking back at you.

"How about triple?"

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Tamaki felt like something was off. Everyone was acting weird today, Haruhi was late, Hikaru and Kaoru were whispering to each other, Honey and Mori seemed distracted, even Kyoya seemed off.

"It seems like the hosts have caught something." Kyoya said while scribbling something in his notebook. Tamaki gave him a raised brow, Kyoya simply smiling. "Who knows, maybe it'll spread to you."

Tamaki doesn't know what he's talking about, none of the members seem ill. Maybe he should wear a mask to school tomarrow?

"Excuse me, you're blocking the door." Tamaki breaks out of his stupor, looking down at you. You looked familiar, he's seen you somewhere before.

"Oh, you're Haruhi's friend, right?" Tamaki asked as he moved for you to enter the classroom. You nod, walking slightly faster as Tamaki attempts to follow you.

"I've seen you at the host club before, why haven't you requested anyone other than Haruhi? Have you and Haruhi been friends long?" He just wouldn't stop talking, and he wounded leave you alone.

"Don't you have a class to be at." You said, and Tamaki bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a small goodbye before leaving.

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The next time he saw you was at the host club, eating cake and drinking tea with Haruhi. He couldn't stop watching you, and it was distracting him from his host duties.

He had to pull his eyes away from you and focus on the girl at his side, only to hear your voice as you talk to Haruhi and turn back towards you, eyes sparkling at your laugh. To Tamaki, it was like everything was just easier with you. You were easy to love, and you made him feel like he was easy to love.

It became a common thing to see you at the host club, and slowly and slowly, Tamaki was getting closer to you. It started with offering to walk you to class, then giving you treats to take home, eventually those treats becoming expensive gifts that he knew you would never be able to afford. He thrived off of your happy smile when he gave you a gift, the nice touches you gave him when you saw him in the hallways.

But most importantly, he liked the looks of jealousy he got from the other hosts. Whenever he gave you another piece of jewelry or bouquet of flowers, he reveled in the envious glares his club members would give him as you thanked him profusely.

Tamaki never though it was possible for someone like him to become so utterly enamored with someone like you, but it's not like he's complaining, moments like this being his favorite. You were sitting next to him after club hours, helping him with an assignment he was struggling with. From his vantage point, he could see the small wrinkles in your brow, he could smell the smallest hint of your shampoo, it made him want to move closer to you and never move away.

After studying, Tamaki offered to drive you home, which you always refused. He sighed, wishing you wouldn't be so stubborn and let him take care of you, but wished you a safe walk home either way.

Once you were far gone, Tamaki pulled out his phone, dialing Kyoya's number. It rang for a few seconds before he answered.

"Kyoya, I think I caught something."

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A/n: I really don't know what to think about this but either way, request for ohshc if you want.

[thatanimewriter]

WERE WE NOT ALREADY A COUPLE?

➳ synopsis: they ask you to be their s/o but you were under a different impression

➳ character/s: ootori kyoya, fujioka haruhi, morinozuka takashi

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: i love ohshc to the ends of the earth and i will die for mori he is my husband, i wish he was real-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐘𝐀.

his eyes followed you as you wandered the floors of the music room, mingling with the hosts as you prepared for the ball. kyoya admired the way you seemed to glide across the room, and even better, you were actually doing work while you talked! not doing... whatever tamaki is doing in the corner.

he had to suppress a smile when you turned to face him as he called your name. the sunset that peeked through the windows illuminated your face perfectly and it was then that he decided he’d ask you to be his partner.

it probably would have been more romantic if you hadn’t gotten the wrong idea.

he knew he couldn’t do it with the other hosts around, because who knew if the twins or tamaki would just eavesdrop, so he needed to think of an excuse, to go with you somewhere private. thankfully, there was an order that had arrived that evening that he offered to join you in collecting.

walking through the courtyard, he stopped by the fountain, the water reflections gently creating patterns against his cheek. you looked at him strangely, wondering why he’d paused. kyoya took in the image of you in the sunset, the patterns of the water decorating your skin.

after considering going on a rant about how amazing you were and whatever, he decided to make it short, sharp and shiny.

‘would you do me the honours of becoming my partner?’ he asked, eyeing your expression to gauge your answer.

‘...were we not already a couple?’

‘are you fucking serious-’

── 𝐅𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐈.

she knew you were oblivious, but she didn’t think you’d jump the gun. throughout her time at ouran, you were probably the most tolerable person and she often found herself hanging back after club with you, possibly drinking tea or coffee and conversing with you about god knows what.

as you stood in the corner of the ballroom by the snack table, haruhi began to think about confessing to you. i mean, you’d really made the connection over her time in the host club and she honestly found you the best company out of everyone there.

however, things were never simple, because the moment she opened her mouth to say something, a girl came up to her to ask if she would dance with her. cautiously, haruhi looked to you to make sure that you were fine with being left alone, to which you nodded with a smile.

as she floated around the dance floor, she though about what she wanted to say to you, finding it easier than she’d thought because the girl she was dancing with was so star struck she never spoke.

when she returned, she smiled to see you still waiting for her.

‘hey,’ she began, ‘i was wondering that since we’ve been friends for a while and we’ve really connected, did you possibly want to... start dating?’ your wide, panicked eyes made her worried, and she quickly backtracked. ‘it’s ok if you don’t want to-’

‘were we not already a couple?’ you asked, intense confusion written all over your face.

haruhi paused for a second, taking in your reaction before mirroring it. ‘no?’

── 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈.

he was aware you knew about his feelings for you, but something must’ve been lost in translation. he was 100% sure you knew because mitsukuni accidentally spat it out in front of you during a game. he was maybe 60% sure you liked him back because you got closer after that.

mori always loved that you came to every tournament he had, and yet again, there you were by the entrance to the locker rooms after the match, drink bottle and towel in hand. affectionately ruffling your hair, he took the items from you and went into the locker rooms to wash up and change.

he returned your smile as he exit the room, walking beside you to leave the building. the moonlight softly highlighted your features and he couldn’t help but stare when you turned around to get into your limo.

‘are you ok?’ you asked, noting his dazed state.

he hummed a yes and you nodded, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your head into his body as he reciprocated the affection. gently pulling away, you turned to hop into the vehicle, but his grip on your wrist prevented you from doing so.

looking at him in attempt to read his expression, you cocked your head to the side, silently prompting him to speak.

‘did you want to go out tomorrow night?’ he offered bluntly.

you beamed at him and he gently let go of your wrist. ‘yeah, sure! what did you want to do? go to dinner, walk in the park?’

‘not as friends, as a date,’ he clarified, and you frowned at him.

‘yeah? so did you want to go for dinner or somethin’ else?’ you reiterated.

mori stared at you blankly, waiting in silence for you to say something else, but it never came. ‘i’m trying to ask you out, to be my partner.’

you looked at him weirdly. ‘were we not already a couple?’ you said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever. chuckling, mori ruffled your hair again, opening the limo door for you.

‘i’ll pick you up at 8.’

‘no, you tell me what the fuck we’re doin-’

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN AND THEM BEING OURAN HOSTS.

characters. diluc kaeya albedo subj 2 xiao x reader genre. cute fluff about them being hosts!! an. please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

diluc – the cold, but reliable.

you glance at diluc as he carves a meticulously practiced smile for his guests, entertaining them and making them swoon at the gentle words he crafts for them alone. you silently watch as the multitude of students eagerly shove gifts into his arms — with a slight twinge of pride and happiness in you, knowing that the only gift he really wanted; at the end of the day – was anything from you. you loved how he kept each trinket from you in his room, displayed for all to see.

kaeya – the prince.

kaeya is a natural host, you think. his boisterous laugh in response to a guest echoes throughout the room, a natural call for eager-to-please women to cock their heads his way and giggle at the handsome man, giving him the attention he wanted. you look up from the two guests you were entertaining to look at your senior — a bright smile painted on a face that seemed to be a masterpiece of some fine artist.

albedo and subj two. – the twins

the twins were reluctant to join the club – hell, it was embarrassing. "the rhinedottr twins just entertain guests in their free time and cosplay!" yeah. eventually, kaeya's persistence and unwavering sincerity finally made up their mind and soon, the two of them met the others at music room three after school each day. meeting you in the host club was something that they had never expected, but, well.. it wasn't that bad, to be honest. you were a breath of fresh air.

xiao – the strong, silent one

looking over and after others, xiao acts as a comforting presence to all who surround him. people often trip over themselves for a chance to talk to him – because they know that he listens. he listens to those who rant about others, he listens to those who never had a chance to find someone who would just sit down and let them ramble, ramble, ramble on for the rest of the day.

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[after-hours-art]

Coffee Pot (pt.2)

Pt.1

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing

As Kyoya promised you, he provided you with the peaceful space on the back of the music room number three and you, fulfilling your part of the deal, were helping him handle the finances of the Host Club. And you had to admit that for as much of rich lifestyle you have seen in Ouran High School, the amount of money Tamaki was spending on the club was sometimes making you read the number twice and run in through Kyoya as you couldn't believe in what you were seeing. The deal seemed to work for both of you.

For Kyoya you became his right hand, sometimes even some kind of his knight in shining armour when you could save the day with something as simple as putting the tissues on the documents so he won't damage them by putting cups of coffee on them, tired after serving in the club. Kyoya found you... surprisingly useful to himself, even if your grammar skills in German left a lot to pray for.

Kyoya found you many things, what was surprise for him as he never seemed interested particularly in anyone. But maybe it was the way you wrote down on the papers, that small neat handwriting of yours. Or the mugs of coffee and weird variations of tea you were bringing him if he seemed tired. Even the way you walked past him on the corridors, almost acting like you didn't know him, always made him think of you. He kept thinking of you to the point he invited you over to his mansion.

As the school year passed by, and as an official Host Club member, you were dragged by the boys to the hotel where Haruhi was working for the summer. You smiled apologeticly when you showed up with the boys at the door. You were asked (forced) to go with them since Tamaki believed that if Haruhi had an opinion of other female she'll be more likely to spend more time with them. That way you ended up in the one room with Kyoya, as he insisted "on behalf of Host Club's finances it's better if you'll stay with him", the one of the rooms with only one bed.

You sat on the bed with a laptop near you as you chuckled, thinking of how terrified your grandmother would be if they found out. She'd probably kill you and then Kyoya. You stared typing something in the finance document, each boy financed this trip on their own but you needed to prepare for next semester, which knowing Tamaki will require huge budget for Christmas and Halloween parties since Host Club wanted to add a bit of foreign traditions to their repertoire. As you opened your written notes that Kyoya demanded you to run, along with his laptop, you kept borrowing from him since your own broke down. Kyoya entered the room with two white cups in his hands.

- Für Sie - he said and placed your cup on your notebook.

- But not on the notebook. Do you want our budget notes to be soaked in coffee? - you scolded Kyoya as you pulled a tissue from your bag to protect the papers.

- It's not coffee. - he says blankly.

- No? - you pout, unknowingly melting his heart.

- Nein. Try to take your studies seriously for once. - Kyoya rolled his eyes.

- I'm trying! I'm not telling you to learn hard-ass language (author's note: Sorry, German speakers, German is incredibly hard)

- Because I already know it. - Kyoya sat next to you, completely ignoring the fact that you were still in your pj's. - How's the budgeting for the next semester going?

- We're screwed. Tamaki already asked me to include a huge Christmas and Halloween party since it was such success last year.

- Tch. Idiot. He's westernizing us too much.

- He'll be fine. It was successful, after all.

- You didn't have to wear weird anime cosplay. - Kyoya hissed at you.

- Oh, shut up. You looked great as Sebastian Michaelis from "Kuroshitsuji".

Ootori raised his eyebrows.

- So... I looked great to you?

- I... - you blushed and looked back at the numbers on your paper. Kyoya only chuckled.

- I'll take it as a compliment. Keep up the good work. And next semester will be successful. - he pats your shoulder and is about to leave the room when you call his name.

- Oi, Kyoya! What about my coffee?

- If you drink too much caffeine, it can cause health problems such as anxiety or insomnia. - he said in a serious tone. - I'd prefer our assistant manager not to have problems with sleeping or anxiety.

You opened your eyes wider. Did he just say that he cares about you and your health?

- What? You look like if I just said it all in German. - Kyoya scoffed and walked out of the room. Your eyes followed his person as you had to admit he looked good without his school uniform. More human, less machine-like. Almost handsome to you.

***

As the Moon raised on the dark sky, you drank another glass of the champagne that twins brought with them. You allowed yourself to let go for one night, and as you knew that Kyoya was about to do something for Tamaki, you had nothing else to do. The boys clapped as you finished your fourth glass. Weird taste of alcohol burned your throat, but you only laughed as it was one of almost non-existent situations when you could actually let go and have fun with people your age. You swinged around with Kaoru as door to the room opened with loud slam. Kyoya, surprisingly wearing only his elegant pants and no shirt, stood like frozen staring at the twins, Mori and Honey.

- What the fuck are you doing? She's... - he stopped as you looked in your direction. - I left you alone for 5 minutes as now you seem more drunk than sober and under the influence of something! - he said, the tone of his voice could unravel that he was pissed.

- In my defense, you left me unsupervised! - you tried to defeat the accusations.

- Like I care! - Kyoya grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind himself, out of the twins' room. He dragged you back to your shared room. He looked at you as he rolled his eyes as you smiled at him.

- Don't smile like an idiot! They could get you drunk! You could've been taken advantage of! - the light reflected in his dark eyes as he yelled at you. But despite all the yelling he cared. He cared a lot. Almost as much as Tamaki cared about Haruhi.

- Are you worried about me, Herr Kyoya? - you smiled and tilted your head to the side.

- N-no. Well, I care but only because you're a female left alone with four men!

- Those men are your friends, don't you trust them? - you asked, sitting the edge of the bed.

- I trust them, but... - Kyoya stopped and just stared at you.

- But?

- But... can't you simply appreciate it when someone cares about you?! You know what, just... just go sleep. - he left the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. You only fell on your back onto the soft bed. The behaviour of Kyoya was so surprising. You would've never expected him to act this way towards you, towards Haruhi, yes, but not towards you. You curled up on the bed and, put down with the amount of alcohol you've drank, you drifted off to sleep.

***

The next day, you were surprisingly woken up by comforting the smell of coffee. Coffee, which you couldn't get in the inn for the past two days. Small, metal coffee pot that could fit about two small cups of coffee was waiting for you at the nightstand along with a small pink sticky note, apparently taken from your own sticky note collection. Driven by the curiosity, you picked up the note. You frowned, trying to read.

"Ich hat was ich gemacht, weil ich hat das für dich gemacht, Meine Dame"

You sighted and yelled.

- Kyoya, you idiot! You darn know that I don't know German!

You couldn't see Ootori, who was leaning onto the door frame with a small smile on his face as he heard you yell. He knew it'll take you a few days to know what he had written. Especially now that he took your phone and you had no access to the dictionary.

[malewifenjoyer]

The last Ouran Highschool Host Club stage-play [Ouran Highschool Host Club: Fine] has officially started it's musical run in Tokyo, and with that some performance pictures have been released!

[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part seven -  The Fantasy Ball

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 4K

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

Monday finally arrived and you were on a mission– Renge was on a mission to find you a prince charming of a boyfriend. In a medieval gown, it will be quite hard to do so, but worth the shot. Tamaki insisted on wearing medieval attire to fit this week’s theme and you took way too much time to prepare in the school’s bathroom because now you are late for the club activities. You tripped a few times on your red gown making your way to the club. 

The door was already wide open and you heard snickers from the inside then two voices spoke up. The Zuka Club’s main members, Hinagiku, Suzuran… Why on earth are they at Ouran Academy? You can clearly hear your former classmates trash talk in their fancy way the Host Club. It’s then you hear that suave voice, you could recognize it from everywhere. Benibara… You were her former flame, the first person she ever loved and tried to pursue senselessly. You liked her praises and her affection towards you but it wouldn’t ever work out between the two of you.

“— The notorious Host Club.” That made your blood boil. That’s why it would’ve never worked out between the two of you, she’s so full of herself and her Zuka Club. She loved women, but she loved her club and theater so much more.

“Beni that’s enough.” You finally made your entrance into the ballroom. 

“Ma chérie.” She’s holding Haruhi into her arms, but never leaves my gaze. 

“The theater is on the east wing of our school… On the first floor. You must’ve missed the map by the main entrance.”

“Perhaps.” Her laugh is dry. “We were leaving with our newest member, Haruhi.” The boys behind you loudly gasp, you exhale angrily. 

“Excuse you?” 

“She’s been mistreated by the lot of you in the Host Club, we the Lobelia Girls, will take care of her at once.” 

“Beni, you can’t just take our students.”

“Haruhi will be treated better at our school.” With that she grabs the other girl in the Host Club and exits the room.

As they all leave the room with your club’s secret member, Tamaki loudly gasps and yells for them to come back. 

“What are we going to do?” He’s frantic. “We need to save her from those Lobelia girls!”

“Look, one thing I learned about her is that she’s capable. She will find a way to get out of Benibara’s grasp. “She’s not as helpless as you make her feel.” You brush off Tamaki’s angry gaze. “Right Renge?” 

“She’s right! Haruhi will be fine, besides she has the final say in the school transfer and her father too. Without both agreements, she won’t go anywhere.” You were surprised at how accurate she was. 

“We can’t stay here and do nothing!” The blond teen passed around the room at an incredible speed. 

“If that’s all me and my dear y/n are going boyfriend hunting for the day!” Renge’s grip on your shoulders was hard and urgent. “If we see Haruhi, we will sweep her off her feet and send her back here.” It wasn’t a promise, but it reassured Tamaki as we left the room. You didn’t even care to glance back at Kyoya to see if he was watching you leave, you felt his cold stare right into the back of your head.

The garden next to the soccer field wasn’t too crowded, so you and Renge sat down on the grass to look at the boys on the team. 

“Number 5 is rather handsome. His father is Pierre Beaulieux, a French lawyer who works for your father in his France firm.”

“Nope! No one who’s close to my parents.” 

“Number 26 is studying business because both of his parents are real estate agents.” What is the catch with this one? “But he maybe wants to quit the family business.” There it was. “So that’s a no.”

“How do you know so much about the boys at our school?” You laugh.

“I have ears everywhere my friend.” She giggles.

“What about this one?” You looked over at one boy reading on the bench in the garden. 

“That is Sasaki Koichi, he wants to be an author. His mother is a  big time celebrity agent. He’s handsome, but not my type. He’s very well spoken and is single.” Perfect! “He’s perfect!” You stood up and carefully made your way towards the very handsome boy. 

“Babel : Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution, I heard it’s a great book.” You smoothly (at least tried) start the conversation. “It’s on my ‘to read list’.” He finally looks up and smiles. 

“Can I help you?” He seemed confused as to why you were talking to him. 

“It’s kind of my way to get the courage to come talk to you, sharing the same love for books. Because you’re cute and smart.” You wanted to die at this very instant. He nods and chuckles.

“That’s the first time someone’s honest with me like that.” He scoots a bit and lets you take a seat next to him. “I’m Sasaki Koichi.” He smiles.

“Y/n L/n. I’m not that forward usually.”

“It’s cool, I like it.” He chuckles. “I like your boldness.” 

“Well then, I think you looked really handsome while you were reading.” You added.

“You were pretty cute too, laughing with your friend over there in the grass.” He admits.

“So I wasn’t the only one looking?” 

“I guess not.” He smirks and you shiver. He was really charming. He was perfect, truly. He made easy conversation and listened carefully to what you had to say. It’s like you were seen when you spoke about books you liked. You talked until the school bell rang for your next class. 

“Do you want to hang out next lunch break?” He says as he’s packing his stuff in his backpack.

“I can't, I  have club activities.” You groan remembering you’ll have to see Kyoya and Tamaki being frantic over Haruhi getting kidnaped by Benibara. 

“I can come see you.” He smiles with his full teeth. 

“I’d like that. It’s in music room number 3.”

“I’ll see you then!” And with that he leaves you to return to Renge who’s already squealing like a pig.

“See! Day one and you found yourself a future boyfriend.” You blush and punch her arm lightly.

“He’s coming to the club tomorrow.”

“Even more perfect!” She hugs you and proceeds to tell you all about tomorrow's plan.

The day after, Haruhi is still safe and sound as an Ouran student just as you predicted, but Benibara and her harpies are still hanging around the campus because of their week-long show in your school.

“You look prettier than usual… What’s going on?” Hikaru asks skeptically as he takes in all of you. 

“True. She even put some new gloss on her lips… Strawberry.” Kaoru snickers as he pulls out the tube of gloss in your bag.

“You idiots!” You scowl both of them. “Don’t touch my stuff!”

“A pretty boy caught your eyes.” Kaoru kept going and his brother followed his steps. 

“Or a pretty girl?”

“Good god…” You groan. “Oh my pretty flower’s got a crush!” Tamaki chants in and you want to die at this very moment. “I wonder who he or she is? He’s going to have to go through mommy and daddy first!” He says proudly and you can’t help but burst into laughter.

“Who’s who and who?” You 

“He refers to me as mommy and he’s daddy.” Kyoya snorts. “Usually used when he speaks about Haruhi.”

“I definitely see more Tamaki as a mommy and you as the daddy,” You start with a hint of flirting in your tone. “but then again looks can be deceiving.” It was a low blow even for you he huffs. Mori comes over to pat you on the head and smiles.

“You do look pretty today.” He simply says and you blush. The rare words he spoke, especially to you, were kind and most of the time referring to your beauty, but you blushed everytime like it was the first time.

“Okay hosts!” Renge’s theatrical voice rings from everywhere in the room, yet she’s nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the ground started to shake and a stage slowly lowered from the ceiling. ‘What the fuck?’ You thought.

“That was hidden there this whole time?” You asked Mori and he shrugs. 

“Today’s theme is the Fantasy ball.” The stage finally is settled and a whole wardrobe of epic fantasy clothes are shown. “In our school, the amount of high fantasy books that are read through the library has spiked through the roof by 80% from last year's data.” She starts. “We will host a ball in honor of the Faerie Queen, y/n.” She points at you and you gulp in fear as if you haven’t heard all about it yesterday. “You will all be loyal servants to the Queen and serve her hosts.” She proceeds to state their roles. Hikaru and Kaoru the romantic bards. Honey and Mori as the charming archers. Tamaki and Kyoya as the queen’s mysterious knights. Haruhi was a beautiful prince from far away lands. 

The whole plan was to get Haruhi more popular so she could pay her debt faster and keep the most popular hosts in reserve while you were the center of all the attention. 

“That’s…” Tamaki starts and you're afraid he’s going to refuse as if you had time to change the theme. The guests are about to arrive. “Fantastic! I love the idea, why haven’t I thought about that before?” He slaps the top of his head in annoyance. “Everyone get ready!” We all rushed to the wardrobe and picked our outfits that Renge chose for us. You got a beautiful long crimson red silk dress that hugged your curves in a loving manner, gold threads embroidered in the laced long sleeves. It was a revealing dress, showing a little more cleavage than school rules. Renge finally puts the golden crown that looks like stag antlers on top of your head and walks you over to your throne. 

“You didn’t even have 24 hours to do this, how did you do it?” You were in awe at the stage she had put up, with the wardrobe and everything.

“Just say thank you.” She smiled and went over to the ballroom door. “Are you all ready?” She practically yells. Your two knights stood beside you and you swore under your breath. They both looked so hot in their red armor. She opened the doors and it was like a tsunami, hundreds of students entered at the same time into the ballroom. Music that felt like you were in a real fantasy started to play and you felt oddly at ease. “I welcome you to the Queen’s ball.” Renge announced before presenting our characters. 

“May I help you ser Ootori?” You glance up at Kyoya who already had his eyes on you. 

“You look nice.” He smirks before gazing in the distance. “Your highness.” He adds and it makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I know.” You reply foolishly, making Tamaki snort. 

You saw deep in the crowd Haruhi dancing away with multiple ladies. Your plan was working so far, now you just need to wait for Koichi. You were really eager to see him, you thought it clicked between the two of you. The large doors opened once more and it was him! He was in awe from all the theatrics of your club, how could he not? It wasn’t long until he noticed you, you were indeed the Belle of the ball, the main event! He was escorted by Renge herself to the stage where he giggled when he finally got in front of you.

“I didn’t think the next time I’d see you, you’d be the faerie queen of the music room number three.” He chuckles and so do you. 

“I promise it’s not as extravagant as this all the time.” Tamaki coughs next to you. “Scratch that, it is always this fancy, I’m just not the main event.” You hid your face behind the fancy feather fan Renge literally tossed at you earlier. 

“May I ask the Queen to dance, then?” He politely bows before you and you blush at his manners.

“She is to remain on her throne.” Kyoya’s tone is dry and sharp. “You may ask another partner in the crowd.” Your head snapped towards Kyoya because you were shocked about his reaction.

“I’ll dance with you.” You tell Koichi, standing up by yourself and taking the hand he held towards you.  As he led you to the dancefloor, you looked back and pulled your tongue out to Kyoya. Tamaki’s head snapped to his friend in shock as if he knew… As if it finally snapped in place.

Koichi carefully places one of his hands on your hips and the other gently holding your hand. He then takes the lead and starts dancing in the crowd of people, twirling you around. 

“So what’s this club?” He asks looking around still not able to figure out whatever he’s thinking of.

“It’s a host club, we entertain the students by charming them and making them smile.” You were honest about your club, you had no shame in it. 

“I thought you’d be more into the music club instead of this one.”

“It wasn’t my first choice, trust me.” You spin around and meet eyes with Kyoya. “Pride took over.” Maybe even jealousy. 

“I chose the literary club, but it’s kind of a bore when none of them want to share their experience with the others in the book they are reading, sometimes I feel like I should’ve chosen my second choice.”

“Which was?”

“The soccer team.” He chuckles and so do you. 

The entire lunch break you danced and spoke with Koichi like you’ve known him forever. You almost forgot all about your worries, it was only the two of you giggling like idiots and talking about your common interests. When the bell finally rang, to your discontent, he kissed the top of your hand before returning to his preoccupations as were the crowd of ladies. Renge didn’t miss a second before rushing to your side, squealing like a pig.

“I told you this was going to work! Have you seen Haruhi? She got so many more guests than usual and maybe 80% of them chose Haruhi as their new favorite host!” You were in shock that this part of the plan actually worked so much.

“That’s great! You’ll have to tell Kyoya all about it so he can recalculate Haruhi’s debt.” As soon as the words fell from your lips your eyes wandered to Kyoya heading to the changing room already half of his costume taken off.

Kyoya ignored you the entire day and the day after. You were stuck in science class with him and he didn’t say a word to you other than the politeness to ask for you to move out of the way so that he could use the microscope. You tried to engage in a normal conversation, but he was cold and insistent that he was not interested in anything other than what you were both studying under the microscope.

You wanted to tell him that he would be free of you in a matter of weeks if it goes well with Koichi that you’ve got the chance to hang out with this break earlier during your club activity again, but he didn’t want to hear a word you wanted to say. It felt like you were nothing to him, not that you ever were, but it still hurts.

The day after he also ignored you, the calls and the texts all left on read…

You spent your dinner breaks in the Music Room with Koichi while you were accomplishing your duties as a Host and you loved the way he was an easy talker, he would laugh at all of your jokes and engage in conversations about your club, genuinely interested.

You were going to confess to him today! You had to, the earlier the better! You paced around the garden waiting for Koichi, you sent him a quick text to meet you there. You were anxious, you wanted to throw up right into the rose bush. Were you really going to do this? Going behind your father’s back to find yourself a match, ruin the family plan to create another… Were you crazy to do so? Probably. You couldn’t think straight. All you were thinking about is Koichi and his short and perfectly placed black hair and his smile.

“Hey y/n.” A tap on your shoulder is felt and it was him! You weren’t prepared for him to be here this fast. He’s completely taking you off guard. 

“Hey Koichi, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to see each other more, because I kind of like you– I mean hanging out with you and I…” You were rambling over your own words, even when he was confused about what you were asking him. “I’m asking you out on a real date, with me.” You finally spit out the words you were chewing on for the last thirty seconds.

“Are you serious?” He snorts. “No.” It was flat and humorless. “You’re just a host. It’s your job to find more guests and to make me smile and to sway me with your words.” His words hurt you deeply, he thought you were using him, but you really enjoyed his company.

“Koichi, that’s not what it’s about… I like you.” His laugh is dry. 

“We both know it was just for fun, it meant nothing more than to pass time during our breaks. Besides, I didn’t think you were serious, I was just another guest.” You were angry at his reaction. “You’re serious.” It was like lightning struck him and he chuckled sharply. 

“You’re being mean.” The trembling in your voice only meant that you were on the verge of crying. 

“Don’t be like that. You had to know that this felt like an act, because in class you look like the most unapproachable girl in this school.”

“Stop it.” You had tears in your eyes, you were fuming. 

“You should try to smile more often, people might want to talk–”

“She told you to stop.” A deep voice is heard behind you. "Apologize." Kyoya. You look behind you to see his tall figure walk towards you, slowly, as if he was giving Koichi time to run away. 

“Or we will tell the school director that a certain someone is stirring some trouble for a defenseless girl.” Tamaki’s gentle voice rings behind Koichi. You snap your head around and see the rest of the Host Club with him. They do have a way to make an entrance. 

“Guys, it’s not what it looks like.” He was afraid of them, afraid of what they might do to his reputation. They were the most popular and successful of this school, both them and their families.

“Is it? Because you clearly made one of our honorary members cry.” Hikaru speaks and you notice that you were in fact crying. “And we don’t appreciate it when one of our friends cries.” He adds.

“You can understand that right?” Kaoru smirks.

“Now apologize to her and get out of my sight.” Kyoya’s voice rang like thunder. 

“I’m sorry y/n… It was rude of me.” He spit out not even daring to look you in the eyes. “I misinterpreted your intention and hurt you.”

“It’s fine Koichi.” You mumble. You were ashamed and drained. He doesn’t wait before he dashes away from that encounter. Everyone rushed to your side to see if you were okay, but you took a step back from everyone. You were angry and so, so sad.

“What is wrong with you!” You exploded. The boys took a step back as you raised your voice at Kyoya. “Thank you for being there for me guys, but Jesus… It was already embarrassing enough, I didn’t need the entire Host Club to witness me getting my heart broken for the thousandth time since school started!” You were crying again. Kyoya’s hand reached your shoulder but you pulled away. “You keep denying me, you don’t want nothing with me, but when I try to find someone you have to get in my way! I was going to explain to him how I truly felt and that it was just a misunderstanding, it would’ve been just fine after that.” He was shocked at your burst out. 

“He clearly wasn’t interested in you.” He starts and you laugh. You felt hysterical. 

“That makes another one on the list.” You scoff. “I guess I am nobody’s cup of tea and I just have to accept a loveless marriage.” You wanted to scream and shout every profanities known to the world at that very moment. Kyoya opened his mouth to speak. “Leave me alone from now on.” You walked past crying your heart out. A strong hand placed on your shoulder, you spin around ready to slap Kyoya right across his stupid face but it wasn’t him. It was Mori. “I’m sorry guys, I’m quitting the Host Club. I just can’t do it anymore.” He let go of you and you rushed to the bathroom, hoping no one saw you. 

You stood in front of the mirror looking at your messed up makeup and your red eyes.

What was wrong with you?

Why couldn’t you be loved the way you wanted…

Why couldn’t he love you?

Renge’s words echo in the back of your mind: “You’re enough!”

You were. Maybe not for everyone, but you had to be for you. Because it mattered more than any boy's attention in the world. Koichi wasn’t true to you, he wasn’t genuinely interested in you like you thought, but it doesn’t matter, you still have your dignity… What’s left of it, that is. 

You took a good look at yourself in the mirror and wiped the messed up makeup, the tears and all the troubles away with the cold water from the sink.

“Screw it.” You tell yourself before exiting the bathroom and walking towards your locker to put back the Host jacket and putting on a cardigan the same color, you did in fact quit the club, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to wear the uniform that comes with it. You close your locker door and gasp when you turn face to face with Honey. 

“What an idiot.” His high pitch voice says unamused. “That Koichi is a complete idiot.” 

“Figured that out by yourself?” You snort, but he doesn’t find it funny. “I’m sorry… I just don’t feel like talking to anyone right now.” You admit and he smiles brightly. 

“Well I’m not anyone, I’m Honey Senpai who brings sweets to sweet ladies.” He pulls out front his back a plate with pancakes on it. You raised an eyebrow.

“You think you can have your way with sweets?” 

“It’s Korean sweet pancakes.” His voice was melodious as if he was baiting you… You grabbed one of the pancakes and his smile became wider. You took a bite out of it and it tasted as you remember, soft and chewy with a delicious filling made from cinnamon, brown sugar, and chopped walnuts. “There, there.” He pats the top of your head. “Now would you come back to the club?”

“No.” You say sharply between bites. 

“I thought you would be fooled by the pancakes the school chef made.” That was his plan all along to bait you back into the club and it almost worked. 

“It takes more than that to make me change my mind. Besides, I’m pretty sure I made a fool of myself in front of Koichi and the club, I don’t think anyone would want to talk to me ever again.”

“I would.” He melts your heart. With only that you wanted to change your mind, but it would be too hard to face him again. 

“I’m just really sad right now, Honey. I– I don’t even know if I want to go back.”

“It’s okay. I get it. If that’s any help, we don’t blame you for yelling. I for a fact, don’t.” He adds as you both start walking to your next class. 

“You don’t get it.”

“Sure Kyoya’s been a jerk a few times, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. When we heard you crying, he was already out of our sight, by your side.”

“I guess the secret is out.” You rolled your eyes.

“You were pretty obvious with it.” You snort. You guessed you were. “Look, Kyoya has never been a big theatrical guy like Tamaki, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care or love like any other human being.” His gentle touch on your shoulder sparks something deep in your heart and you welcome his touch. 

“Well he hasn’t given me the time of the day since the moment we met... When he does get closer to me, he yanks himself back and we’re back at square one.” You sigh in annoyance. 

“You don’t know him well, then.” With that he leaves to his class. You don’t know him well… It’s true. You wanted to know him, but he kept pushing you away every time you got too close. That’s what it would only be, pulling and pushing… pulling and pushing…

A/N : I promise this is the last of the depressing chapters! Were hoping unto the spicy and angsty train next chapter. I wanted some spicyness to this chapter, but it didn’t fit with the original idea of it, but yeah... Next chapter is going to be happier, more fun and I guess spicy in a way and a lot for y/n who’s figuring out her love life.

[cophene]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄 | ohshc; four.

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pairing : ohshc x gn reader summary : perhaps no one at ouran is more qualified to deal with a broken heart than the host club. with a student’s heartbreak painfully obvious to everyone but themself, the host club takes it upon themselves to remedy that. all against that student’s better judgement. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.5k+

While students began trickling inside the music room to meet with the other hosts, Haruhi found the two of you a table away from the rest of the Host Club’s hubbub to talk. You were grateful for their consideration and told them as much while they expertly poured out two cups of fragrant tea.

“Of course. I can tell you’re not keen on everyone knowing your business.”

You smiled. Then, because you had been wondering about it since yesterday, you asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, what are your pronouns?”

Haruhi blinked. “Oh, feminine pronouns are fine, although I don't really mind either way. I’ve gotten so used to moonlighting as a boy that sometimes it doesn’t even occur to me.”

“I have to know how that happened,” you said. “How did someone like you get lumped into a club like this? I mean, you’re so—so—”

“Normal?” Haruhi said blandly.

“I was going to say down-to-earth, but yeah, that too.”

Haruhi took a sip from her teacup. She had a natural grace to her movements that she didn’t seem to be aware of. “It’s a long story. But the short of it is that I accidentally broke a vase and had to become a host to pay off the debt.”

“Must have been some vase.”

Haruhi closed her eyes as though it pained her to remember it. “Eight million yen,” she said through gritted teeth.

You sucked in a breath. “That’s obscene.”

“You’re telling me.” Haruhi crossed one leg over the other. “But we’re here to talk about you. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“You mean besides what’s on the file?”

“I never look at those,” Haruhi said dismissively. “They’re an invasion of privacy, and they’re creepy. You’re a person. Not a test subject.”

“I’m so glad I’m spending time with you. You make me feel like my fears are actually warranted.”

“The Host Club means well, but that doesn’t mean they always do well. If you spend more time with them, you’ll find out that they get just as many things wrong as they do right.”

You didn’t miss the note of fondness in Haruhi’s tone. Despite how at odds her sensible nature seemed with the Host Club, she liked the club. Liked the hosts. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

“Alright, I’ll bite. What do you want to know?”

“What’s your family like? If you’re like everyone else at Ouran, you must come from money.”

“My parents are art investors,” you said. “They like to sponsor local talent and act as patrons for artists they like. They’re also interested in purchasing and restoring antique pieces. Don’t—” you added, seeing the look on Haruhi’s face, “—ask me about art stuff. I don’t know anything about it.”

“No? You’re not in the business?”

You shrugged. “I know what looks pretty and what doesn’t. And as far as I’m concerned, that’s all I need to know.”

“Fair enough. Fair enough.” Haruhi began to ask another question, but she trailed off, looking at something over your shoulder. Feeling self-conscious, you turned around to see what she was looking at. Immediately, Hikaru and Kaoru whipped around in their seats, returning to the conversations they’d been having too quickly for it to be natural.

“Am I going to have to worry about those two?” you said.

“Probably.”

You narrowed your eyes in the twins’ direction. You scooted a little closer to Haruhi in an attempt to keep the conversation between the two of you.

“So what about you? Do you come from money?”

“No, actually. I’m here on scholarship.”

Your eyes widened. “No kidding? You must be a bona fide genius. Ouran has ridiculously high standards for scholarship students.”

“It’s not too bad. I’m used to working for what I want. If you put in the time and effort, the course work isn’t all that bad.”

You found Haruhi’s humility refreshing. It seemed like everyone at Ouran was bragging about one thing or other nowadays. You probably wouldn’t have shut up about how smart you were if you had managed to get into Ouran on scholarship.

“So is this all there is to the Host Club?” You leaned back in your seat. “You get tea and biscuits. You talk. You look pretty?”

“If only. You’ve only been exposed to a small fraction of what this club is capable of.” With the way Haruhi said it, it didn’t seem like a good thing.

As if on cue, a great gasp went up in the middle of the room. A gaggle of girls had clustered around Hikaru and Kaoru, one of the twins sprawled on the ground while the other tenderly supported his head.

“Oh, Hikaru, are you alright? You really have to be more careful. You’re always so clumsy,” Karou said in a strangely breathless voice.

Hikaru brought up Kaoru’s hand and pressed it weakly against his cheek. “I can’t help it. I wish there was some way to change my character.”

“But you don’t need to change it. Not when I’m here to protect you.”

The twins stared deeply into each other’s eyes like there was no one else in the room. The girls gasped and broke into applause, blubbering among themselves about how sweet and pure brotherly affection was, whatever that was.

Haruhi burst out laughing at the disgusted look on your face. “I take it you’re not a fan of the forbidden brotherly love trope, then?” “Is that what that is? Yeah, no, you can count me out.” You watched the girls freak out over the twins for a few more seconds. If you didn’t know better, you’d say the twins were trying to bite back laughter.

“Are people really into this stuff?”

“They sure are. The Host Club is all about providing genuine, heartfelt romance.”

You scoffed. “This isn’t romance. It isn’t anywhere near it.”

“And how would you know?”

“I know because I—”

You cut yourself off. How did you know? Because you had fallen in love over the break? Because you were still reeling from the breakup? 

Because you still weren’t over him?

“I know because I know,” you finished lamely. “Obviously no real-life romance isn’t like this.”

Haruhi gave you a strange look. It felt like she was prying you apart and could see your words for exactly what they were. You felt your face heating up. 

“What happened?” she asked quietly. “Every time anyone brings up anything about love you seem to close up. I can tell you’re trying to go for the cynical route, but is that really what you’re all about?”

Haruhi’s brown eyes were wide and guileless. She was asking out of pure curiosity, not to belittle you or mock you. For a second, you almost answered her, until you realized dimly that the music room had gone eerily silent.

You looked up, shocked to find a single spotlight beaming down on you. All of the guests had turned in their seats to listen to you, and the hosts were all but leaning over your shoulder, holding their breaths in anticipation.

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped, shooting to your feet. “Where is my guest confidentiality supposed to be in this?”

“You can get that later,” Honey said, leaning forward from his seat on Mori’s shoulder. “Just finish answering the question first. What are you really all about?”

You gaped at him for a second, then looked at the other hosts. Despite the varying degrees of amusement in their faces, they did genuinely seem curious to hear your answer. 

Well. That was too bad.

“Let’s go,” you said, grabbing Haruhi’s hand. “Obviously we can’t have a private conversation here.”

“But where are you going?” Tamaki cried. “There’s no better place to pour your heart out than here!”

“I can think of an infinite number of places,” you retorted. You dragged Haruhi out of the music room, glaring at Kyoya as you left. He only shrugged, as though having everyone in the Host Club and their mother listening in on your conversation was to be expected.

“Paragons of manner and class, my ass.”

“We’re sorry,” the twins called after you. “How were we supposed to know you liked privacy?”

You would’ve thrown them an obscene gesture, but there were ladies present and you did actually have a reputation. 

Haruhi let you take her all the way out of the academy to one of the many fountains gushing around outside. It was your favourite one, the one with the little kid pissing into the water. It never failed to make you snicker.

“I’m sorry about them,” Haruhi said when you finally stopped. She was faintly breathless and you couldn’t help but find it a little cute as she drew up a hand to swipe her hair out of her face. “I keep forgetting you have to build up a tolerance to their obnoxiousness.”

“I can tell they’re harmless. That was just a bit much.” You took a seat on one of the steps overlooking the fountain and patted the spot beside you for Haruhi to join you. For a while, you were both quiet as you watched clouds drift by in the fountain’s reflection.

“Are you going to answer my question?” Haruhi said. There was no pressure behind it. 

You leaned back on your hands. “I’m not really that cynical about love. I believe in it. Just … maybe not as much as I used to. I’m wary, I guess.”

Haruhi didn’t pry any further than that and you liked her all the more for it. You both started talking about whatever crossed your minds, plucking subjects out of the air. You learned about Haruhi’s dad and his fierce dedication to her. You learned about her crazy time in the Host Club. If the anecdotes had come from anyone but Haruhi, you wouldn’t have believed them. 

The little tidbits she gave you about each of the hosts was fascinating. You thought you knew Honey and Mori relatively well, but it seemed that they were completely different people in the context of the club. Kyoya having his own personal guard only made you trust him less, and Tamaki being the son of Ouran’s chairman was probably something you should have seen coming. Haruhi only succeeded in giving you a headache when she tried to explain how it was possible to tell the difference between Hikaru and Kaoru. You were convinced that short of permanently tattooing their names on their foreheads, you would never be able to tell the two twins apart.

What you got out of your conversation with Haruhi was that she was very close with all of the hosts. Her pragmatism occupied its own special nook in the club, and it, along with all of the quirks and ticks of the other hosts, somehow kept the outlandish club going. Even if it wasn’t love or romance, there was genuine feeling in the club. If nothing else, you could appreciate that the Host Club was doing all of this not for any malicious intent, but for the wellbeing of Ouran. In the stifling, uptight academy, there needed to be something this overwhelmingly ludicrous to take students’ minds off of things.

Eventually, Haruhi stretched out her legs.

“I think it’s time we start heading home. We’ve been here for a while.” 

“I think you’re right. My tolerance for bullshit has been all used up.”

Haruhi laughed. She had a light, surprisingly girlish laugh. You liked it. A lot. 

Impulsively, you said, “Hey, if you’re free tomorrow night, my parents are hosting a little art gathering tomorrow. It’s nothing formal. Just a little get-together. I’d love it if you could come.”

Haruhi thought for a moment. “I probably could. Are you sure your parents wouldn’t mind? I’m not—I mean, I’m not really part of the ritzy crowd, you could say.”

You waved a hand. “They couldn’t care less about that. You don’t have to be rich to appreciate art, they’d say, or something sappy like that.”

“In that case, I’d love to go.”

You grinned. “Great. You can come by anytime after seven.” You took out your phone and asked for Haruhi’s number. You then texted over your address, feeling a little giddy that you had her number.

Even though there was nothing to be giddy about. Nothing at all.

You and Haruhi made your way to the front gate. There was an awkward moment when Haruhi turned to face you and you scrambled for some eloquent way to say goodbye. She looked pretty in the fading light. You could make all kinds of poetic comparisons. The simplest thing to say was that the light glimmered, catching hints of gold in her hair and eyes.

Haruhi blushed. You blinked, then swore internally, wondering if you’d said that crap out loud.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, smiling.

“Yeah, see you then.”

You waved, and kept waving until she was out of sight. Why couldn’t everyone in the Host Club be like Haruhi? You might actually look forward to going instead of—

“I hope you know you still have several other trial appointments,” Kyoya said from behind you.

You side-eyed him. “And why would I go to any of them? Haruhi’s a great host. I don’t need to try out anyone else.”

Kyoya looked to where Haruhi had just left. He slipped his hands into his pockets. “I suppose you and Haruhi did hit it off quite well.”

“Yeah. We did.”

“Regardless, it’s important to have an idea of all of your tastes. It doesn’t hurt to have a second choice. There may be times when Haruhi is unavailable as a host and you have to pick someone else.”

“Okay, well then I guess I would just go with Honey or Mori—”

“You can’t know until you go to the trials,” Kyoya interrupted. “We’ll put down a definitive second choice for you after you’ve gone through everyone tomorrow.”

You groaned. “You’re telling me I have to go again?”

“Most people would see that as a good thing. Besides, a broken heart can’t be healed in a day. You’ll have to return to the club multiple times if you want to have a chance of healing anything. We’ll need to monitor your progress.”

“What are you, a doctor?”

“No, although I don’t doubt that the Ootori Group would be interested in any research I might be able to contribute.”

It really was impressive how seriously Kyoya was able to take all of this. If he was playing a character, he was doing it scarily well.

“I’ll stop by if I have the time,” you said. “Later, Kyoya.”

He called your name as you were leaving. He had an odd expression on his face.

“There’s nothing wrong with being wary. Particularly about romance. One might say it’s to be expected.”

Your stomach dropped. “What? How did—”

“I expect to see you at the Host Club tomorrow. I’ll send someone to collect you.”

Kyoya turned curtly on his heel. You thought about going after him, but then you decided you didn’t want to know. You went off to find your chauffeur instead.

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I’m skipping around in the Fine musical before I officially let myself take a break to watch it soon (finals…) and as the Nekozawa and Renge Blog I am obligated to mention my thoughts on that front so far (I won’t be spoiling though, partially because I can’t yet, I don’t have context haha!)

I’ve gotta say one thing I really love about what I’ve seen of these musicals (havent seen Forte yet, have plans to buy it as early as this upcoming week) is the heavy inclusion of both Nekozawa and Renge as contributing characters.

Correct me if I am wrong here because I could be but to my understanding in the manga Nekozawa gets more development and we do see more of Renge - but like theyre not as central as they are in these shows (right?). I can’t skip around without seeing them as a part of the chorus, contributing to scenes, and on their own! It’s so fun.

Having this little-known ship featuring side characters has felt like having an underdog favorite sports team, I can’t help but cheer at the screen when I see it now! And due to the nature of these musicals including both Nekozawa and Renge more, I end up statistically with more NekoRenge content. AND i get to enjoy them separately as characters!

Anyway I’m excited to no doubt watch and enjoy the thing as a whole and then rewatch it to catch little character interactions. The whole thing, outside of the lens of the focus of this blog, seems to hit hard so I will be really looking forward to it.

Big thanks to @jcrowly !! 💖🖤

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Backstage with Renge

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