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It was a regular Wednesday afternoon--well as regular as it gets actually. We were sitting at our usual spots, wearing these beautiful traditional Japanese clothing. The twins boasted that all of the clothing was designed by their mothers.

Which actually is kutos to her, these outfits actually fucking ate.

It was nice for a while before Kyouya came up behind us and said, "Do not take lightly the rental fee for that kimono either"

"Please don't hang me by my neck for wearing this—" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Just saying." He grinned at me, "don't cough in it and there won't be an issue."

He's such an ass. I scolded him under my breath and went to hang out with the twins. Actually, I hung over their couch as they argued with Kyouya about making profit off their likeness ...which I kinda agree with.

"N/N-chan, N/N-chan!" I flipped my head to honey who was absolutely in a sobbing mess. "I lost one of my straw sandals."

"How?? Weren't you wearing them just now?" I laughed softly at this. Even though he's lightyears older than me, he's so in touch with his childish side.

Mori came up and sighed, slipping straw sandals onto the smallest foot. " Mitsukuni."

"Takashi..."

"You dropped it over there.—" Mori couldn't even finish before being engulfed in a hug by Honey. Action:

"Takashi~!"

This actually got all the girls swooning over their relationship. Haruhi who was standing next to me on a pillar sighed, she walked away but not before telling me.

"Tear-shedding acts sure are popular these days... How does everyone cry so easily?"

While walking backwards, Haruhi accidentally bumped into Hikaru. A small vial of high quality fake tears drops out of Hikaru's sleeve.

"They're cheating!" I called out to them.

Before Hikaru could pick it up, she swooped down and grabbed it. "Because of this?!" Kaoru explained how eye drops are the most common practice in host clubs. That 'women are suckers for tearful eyes.' Haruhi sighed, "That's so cheap!"

I watched now that , TAMAKI, out of everybody, joined in the conversation. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a...familiar face among the crowd.

"Ah... Tamaki?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

The attention shifts onto Renge, who was at the club's entrance. Hovering behind a pillar.

"Oh, aren't you a new face, our humble guest?" The twins ask as they move closer to Renge.

"What's the matter?"

"Come on in."

"Just watching is boring."

"Umm...uhhhh" I heard her voice ring out, it was raspy but in a calming way. The rest of the club slowly trailed behind the twins. Interested in our new member but also giving the girl some space.

Well, all of us but Tamaki.

Tamaki eagerly pushed aside the twins at the chance to witness the newcomer. "Now there, I've always told you guys to be courteous to first timers. Come, do not be afraid, princess. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club."

"N..." she stumbled.

"N...?"

Renge slaps Tamaki across the face. With full force, his body flings across the room. Everybody jumped at that, "No! Don't touch me, you phony!!"

"Urgh... Me... a phony?" Tamaki asked as he held his cheek.

"Yes, you're a phony! I won't believe that you are like the prince of this club! A prince character does not spread his love so easily! Why do you look so much like a fool?! It's like you're just a dumb narcissist! Incompetent! Commoner! The worst!"

"No!! Ahh...!" Tamakii falls backwards in a state of shock.

"Woah, it's a new technique!" Hikaru snickered.

"Solo slow motion!" His brother agreed, helping the boss up from his ass.

"Could you... be..." Kyouya looks up from his book, "Renge—"

"—Kyouya-sama!" Renge runs toward Kyouya, stepping on Tamaki's body in the process. Knocking him down all over again. She hugs Kyouya. Which is something personally I would never do, but to each their own... "I wanted to see you so dearly... the prince just for me....i can't wait for us to get married, my fiancé~"

The room fell silent as she nuzzled into his chest, tightly clenched.

"This bitch is crazy-"

"-WHO SAID THAT?!?" She screamed... yeah okay I'll keep shut, she's scary.

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All we could do was watch this mess unfold. It was later in the day. Much later in the day that all the guests actually left.

Renge was still here. Sat at a table in the Host Club room.

The rest of the club invited themselves to sit at the opposite side of the couch.

"Fiance?" Hikaru asked.

"Of Kyoya-senpai?" Kaoru asked.

"I pray for you—"

"Tell me, Y/N. What's so bad about marrying me?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Do you want your quota to go up?"

"..whatever nerd."

Renge eagerly explained, "My name is Houshakuji Renge. I shall be transferring into Class 1-A starting tomorrow."

"Isn't that the same class you two are in?" Honey asked Haruhi and she hummed.

Tamaki groaned, even louder at that. He really wasn't having a very mchappy day..

  Hikaru and Kaoru couldn't help but laugh at his misery.

"Look, he's angry."

"Because Mommy hid a secret from Daddy."

Kyouya pushed up his glasses, Renge tightly clasped onto his arm. "Whatever you say, but do you guys plan on having that husband and wife setting become established?"

"It was quite the love at first sight experience!" Renge continued to ramble on and on. Everyone in the club looked at her like she officially lost it. "How he showed loving affection to flowers in the backyard that no one would look at... And how he gently reached out his hand to the injured little kitty..."

"And the cat didn't turn to stone?!" I asked.

The twins agreed, "Who's this person?"

"Did you take him for the wrong person?" My sister asked.

"No! My eyes cannot be wrong! A person that is so nice to others and never asks for anything in return. A person who loves solidarity but who's really a loner. From the love simulation game that makes your heart throb, Uki Doki Memorial, Ichijo Miyabi, who you resemble exactly!"

There was another awkward pause.

"Uki?" Haruhi asked.

"Doki?" Honey pronounced.

"...Otaku!" Tamaki no longer felt ashamed.

"She's an otaku!" The twins screamed.

Kaoru hissed and pulled back away from his brother, even more afraid of the girl in front of him—if that's even possible. "This is the first time I've seen one!"

Kyouya explained how she's easily swayed. She was the type to go 'moe' over a character.... By setting her moe character on kyouya, she's fantasized to the extent of being a fiancee.

He sighed, "This Miyabi-kun must be an eyeglasses character."

"And a nerd."

"You've turned into quite the hater, Y/N." He smiled at me and his eyes twitched.

"Woah, never thought you would use the word 'hater'"

"Of course, I picked up on some of your lingo to make everyone more comfortable."

Oh my god, if he swears at me I'll actually scream.

Renge actually gave me a cold glare, "You thieving homewrecker! This is my fiancée! Back up! He's not into men!"

"Yeah, he calls Tamaki over there Mommy. Are we really sure that he isn't—-" the twins covered my mouth and dragged me away from Renge.

Tamaki happily took over, "Wait, fantasize? So this thing about your being her fiance is..."

"Exactly. I don't ever recall confirming that. To begin with, today's the first time I've met her."

"According to my report, Kyouya-sama, you manage every aspect of this club, right?" Renge gleamed.

Honey confirmed, "That's right! Kyou-chan is the boss."

"The boss!" She swooned, "That's so fitting of you! My dream has always been to be the mascot girl for a store."

"We don't need one. We're a host club."

Renge completely overridden their statement. "That's it! I have decided! I shall become the manager of this host club!"

Her laugh rang in the now empty club room.

"Hey, Kyouya..." Tamaki asked.

"She is the daughter of an important business partner of the Ootori family. I ask you to be courteous to her."

"Guh... Renge, I look forward to working with all of you...."

I..seriously don't look forward to working with her...he already doesn't like me.

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