This is a request by CodexAlex

Can I request a oneshot about a non-binary reader who is an exchanged student and just wanted to reader a book but Tamaki tries to talk to them and make them join the Host Club for their stay and teaches them everything. And the reader is just chilling and relates to Haruhi most of the time until they get told they have to entertain people and be lovey dovey (because reader is in a relationship with a supportive boyfriend and to them it feels like cheating) plus they're not really comfortable around people

Enjoy
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Your POV

Humming softly, I hold a small reading book up to my chest, walking toward a small tree standing amongst larger ones, smiling softly as I sit by the tree trunk, crossing my legs as I lean against the bark. Resting my book against my thighs, I open to the current page I was on, resting my bookmark beside me before delving into the pages, my eyes skimming over the words as I engross myself in the story. Licking the tip of my finger from time to time, I flip the pages as I finish the page, smiling softly as I try to dive deeper and deeper into the story, trying to figure out with the main character who the murderer was. I adored thrillers and mystery genres, loving all the twists and turns that every character makes to finally solve the cases, the feeling of triumph when you figure it out before the character often makes your heart swell.

However, before I could turn the page and read about the journey of the detective rummaging through the victims belongings to find at least one piece of evidence, a shiny pair of leather shoes stop before me. Nervously, I slide the bookmark into the page, releasing an annoyed sigh before looking toward the owner of the shoes. Meeting the baby blue eyes of a rather cocky male, he was attractive and he knew it, a charismatic smile gracing his chiselled face as he extends his hand toward me. Staring at my hopeful.

Shaking my head, he releases a whine, pulling his hand away before running his fingers through his blonde locks.

"You're the transfer student, aren't you?" He asks, kneeling in front of me, smiling widely at me making me feel slightly uncomfortable, "What country are you from?"
"Uh... America," I mumble, looking down at my feet, "What do you want?"
"I am in charge of a host club, a club for the ladies where they can live through their fantasies and get entertained by attractive men," he explains, "I would love to include an international male, the ladies would love that,"
"But I'm not a guy," I explain biting my lip as I look down at the floor, "And why would you want me there anyway? I'm only here for a couple of months,"
"Nonsense, you're an attractive individual, the ladies would love you," he tries to reason, trying to veer me toward his deal, "You'll have seven amazing friends by your side during your stay! It'll be amazing!"

Staring at him wide eyed, as if he just ruined a movie or a book that I hadn't watched or read yet but was hoping to go through at a later date. Was he insane? Asking a complete stranger, whom was still uncertain in this new country, to join his 'club' which sounded more like a way of rinsing money out of lovesick girls to pay for certain things. It didn't seem right, especially when I had a boyfriend of my own, and I wasn't really attracted to anyone, it was a push for my boyfriend to finally get me to date him... I was so awkward, intimate relationships weren't really my forte...

Unfortunately, he did have a point about having someone to be around. Being a transfer student, I stick out like a sore thumb. Which, might I add, isn't the best thing, especially when you're an introvert. Often, I found it difficult to communicate with others, being in a new country heightened the difficulty. Perhaps I could join this 'club', just so I'm not alone and I have at least someone to accompany me while I'm trying to just get through my transfer, just so I'm not alone...

Taking a deep breath, I cross my arms over my chest, I look toward the male again, my shoulders tensing as he stares at me. It was as if he was desperate...

"What's the catch?" I ask, holding my book against my chest
"No catch, the only thing that'll change is the love that the female gender would give to you," he explains smiling giddily, "You'll be an amazing asset to the club!"
"Woah! Hey I never said I'd -" I begin before being cut off by the blonde
"Yes! You're going to be an amazing host! The ladies will love you!" He replies, "Oh, hi! I'm Tamaki Suoh!"

Nodding nervously, I release a small shout as he grabs my hands, letting my book clatter to the floor, pages first, making them fold and crinkle making me wince. It was a huge pet peeve of mine to fold the pages. Pulling me to my feet, Tamaki thrusts his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug making me squeak softly, tensing up. What was up with this guy? Why is he so touchy - feely? He was jumping up and down, like a toddler on crack, with me in his arms, yelling out happily. Squeezing me into chest.

As he pulls away, I sigh in relief, rubbing down my jacket as I stare at Tamaki weirdly before yelling out as he grabs my wrist, yanking me toward the school buidling, leaving my book, with the bookmark laying lonely beside it, upside down in the dirt. Whining, I stumble after Tamaki, trying to apologise to every student that Tamaki manages to push me into as he drags me through the hallway before pushing me through two double doors, making me fall to my knees as I pant. Trying to gain my breath after shouting and screaming toward the maniac blonde, running my fingers through my hair as I try to shake of the dishevelled look that Tamaki managed to give me.

"Gentleman, Haruhi~" Tamaki begins, winking toward a short haired female who was dressed like a male who rolls her eyes, "This is... uh, I didn't actually catch your name,"
"Tamaki, you just dragged them in without even asking their name?" 'Haruhi' asks crossing her arms, "Talk about juvenile,"
"Apologies for Tamaki's rather brash attitude toward you," A male in glasses apologises, pushing his glasses upon his face, "May I ask your name? I'm Kyoya,"
"Oh, uh, I'm (Y/n)," I breathe out, extending my hand out nervously, "I'm from America, I'm here on exchange,"
"You took an exchange student!" Haruhi yells, glaring at Tamaki, "Tamaki! You probably scared them into doing this!"
"I didn't actually agree -" I begin but I'm cut off by Tamaki
"Yes you did! You asked what the catch was! That means you agree!" Tamaki yells clapping

Kyoya rolls his eyes, tapping his pen on his clipboard, by his eyes skimming over whatever it was on there, he was probably running over number as you could hear the clicking of a calculator. Haruhi sends me a reassuring smile, taking my hands in hers as she guides me to a couch, handing me some tea as she glares toward Tamaki who shrinks into a corner.

"I only just wanted to place to read," I explain sighing softly
"It's okay, I was only looking for a place to relax and I ended up breaking a really expensive vase," Haruhi explains shrugging her shoulders, "I know how you feel,"

Smiling softly toward the cross dressing female, I gently sip at my tea, seeking some sort of comfort within her. She knew what I was going through, that was a start. She sends me a friendly smile, pushing a finger sandwich in front of me before traipsing to Tamaki with a groan.

This was going to be interesting... to say the least.

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"You want us to what?!" Haruhi and I shriek are Tamaki, eyes wide, mouths ajar

Tamaki, however my suspicions were sniffing around Kyoya, had managed to come up with the idea of Haruhi and I pretending to be in a relationship. Haruhi, releasing a small groan of frustration as an irk mark appears on her forehead, her hands curling into fists as she stares at the blonde who loves her oh so much. I, on the other hand, stare at Tamaki with a deeply disturbed expression, as if he's told me the most horrific news I've never heard. I couldn't pretend to be in a relationship with Haruhi! Tamaki, ignoring our reactions, smiles brightly.

"Tamaki! I have a boyfriend!" I defend, crossing my arms with a sigh, "If I do that it'll feel like I'm cheating on him..."
"Tamaki! Are you insane?" Haruhi groans, holding her temple, "Why are we doing this?"
"As much as it pains me, princess," Tamaki swoons, cupping Haruhi's cheek, "To see you with another person other than me,"
"Princess?" Haruhi asks confused, clearly annoyed
"Our clients have been dying to see a relationship blossom between you two," Kyoya explains, pushing his glasses up, "This is a non negotiable, you have to do it otherwise there will be a punishment,"
"It's nothing too big," Tamaki explains pulling away from Haruhi, "Just simple handholding, cuddling, holding faces, licking crumbs off each other's cheeks, nothing major,"
"Nothing major?!" I shriek, gripping my hair in frustration, "I have a boyfriend!"
"Just call him if you're that worried," Kyoya suggest, rolling his eyes, "You have to do it,"

Internally screaming, I glare toward the two masterminds behind this, Haruhi rubbing my back as she sits down on the couch with me beside her, nodding to me reassuringly that it'll be okay. Humming softly, I grab my phone from my pant pocket, unlocking it with a simple touch of my thumb, scrolling through my contacts until it lands upon my boyfriends name, Jake. Biting my lip, I slowly press on the phone button, holding the device to my ear while Haruhi rubs my back, trying to help me through this.

Jake, although in a different country, knew that I had partaken in a Host Club, knowing that I also was kind of forced into it. I wasn't very good around people, often stuttering and flushing whenever someone complimented me or tried to make a move. I felt bad as soon as I realised what I had to do with these ladies, instantly sobbing into the phone. Jake, being the amazing guy he was, always understood the situation and often told me that he wasn't angry or anything, and that I should just go with it and do it for experience... but what Tamaki was asking of me... this was a whole other level.

"Hello?" Jake answers, his rich voice making my heart flutter, "(Y/n), everything okay?"
"Not really no..." I begin sighing softly as Haruhi rubs my back, "Tamaki's asked me to do something but it feels like cheating so I wanted to talk to you about it before I do anything... it's non - negotiable but,"
"What is it?" He asks, "Can't be that bad,"
"Well, handholding yeah but cuddling, face touching and licking each other's cheeks isn't," I explain, sighing softly, "I just don't wanna ruin anything..."
"Babe, I know it means nothing," He replies, I could hear the smile, "It's adorable how you told me though, that's so sweet of you to tell me so I wouldn't worry and you wouldn't feel uncomfortable,"
"Thank you Jake," I hum smiling softly, "I love you, bye,"
"I love you too," Jake replies, "Have fun,"

Hanging up the phone, I send Haruhi a thankful gaze, pocketing my phone back in my pants before nodding toward Haruhi. She smiles softly, taking a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what's about to happen in these next few weeks. Whereas I, more on the panicking side, freak out. What was gonna happen if I freak out and pull away?

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Sighing softly, I run my fingers through my hair, my leg bouncing rapidly as I keep my eyes focused on the clock. Sweat began to bead at my forehead, my heart threatening to burst out of its bony confinement as anxiety gripped at my throat. This wasn't going to work. My hands began balling into fists as the clock neared the time that the bell would shriek out and inform every female within that building that the Host Club was open for business. Opening the door of horrors in my mind.

3...

This wasn't going to work. How could people expect two friends to act like a couple when they are clearly not attracted to each other. People are going to see right through the facade, call us frauds and tease us until I leave for home. Oh my god... why did I agree to this?

2...

Haruhi and I are friends. Nothing more. Why are we toying with peoples minds? Why did I agree to move to Japan for a couple of months? I didn't sign up for this. I just wanted to read a book in peace! Why was acting like a couple so hard? Why do the boys make it look so easy? I'm sweating like a pig!

1...

I've forgotten how to breathe. How do you blink? What's my name? Oh my goodness! People are going to see right through me. They're going to tease me and bully me! Haruhi and I can't pull this off! We're gonna blow this so badly! I'm not even sure I'm alive at this point...

Ring!

My breath is caught in my throat as I hear the bell ring through the hallways. Already succumbing to the bells of death. My hands gripping my pant legs tightly, my eyes tightly scrunching shut as I try to calm myself down. It was only for a couple of weeks for a couple of hours... no big deal. A hand interlocks with mine, rubbing the back of my hand with their thumb softly.

"We'll get through this together," Haruhi reassure me, smiling softly, "If you're uncomfortable, let me know and I'll bring you away for a breather,"
"Thank you, Haru - chan," I breathe out, wiping the sweat from my forehead with a handkerchief as the girls flood in
"Showtime!" Tamaki sings clapping his hands

Groaning softly, Haruhi gently wraps her arms around me, pulling me into her chest as we lay across the couch, practically cuddling. My face instantly flushing a deep shade of red, embarrassed, as girls look upon us squealing. Whining softly, I shift so my face is away from them, burying my head in her chest as she glares toward Tamaki, running her fingers through my hair, trying to find a way to soothe me.

Thank god kissing was off the table.

Sitting up gently, Haruhi lays my head in her lap, still running her fingers through my hair as she gulps audibly, I could see her bite her lip as she grabs one of the cakes. My eyes widen at her. Was she crazy? Gulping softly, I open my lips, eating the cake that she was feeding me, trying to avoid all eye contact with any of the girls. Not wanting to draw too much focus.

"(Y/n) - kun, is so cute!" One of the girls squeals
"They've got a crumb on their face Haru - chan!" Another girls points out making the other girls lean in, desperate to see what Haruhi would do

Haruhi sends me an apologetic look, cupping my chin in her hand. She wasn't... was she? My eyes were darting everywhere. I could feel the sweat beading at my temples, sliding down my cheek as she leans in, her tongue gently poking out. Oh my god... she was! As soon as her tongue touched my skin, I recoil, yelping softly as I cover my face, shaking my head. However, much to my dismay, the onlookers seemed to enjoy it and squeal even more.

"This is so Kawaii!"...