(I'm just writing for fun so if you guys want your OC's to be in here cause you think they fit, I'll accept some requests.)

Yuki's POV

"Yuki-chan could I have some more cake? "

Honinozuka-senpai asked me cutely while bouncing up and down with his rabbit.

"Hai, here you go Honinozuka-senpai." I handed over his strawberry shortcake and smiled as he skipped away happily. He's so innocent and gentle.

Unlike some people.

"Hey, hey, Yuki! Whats this tea? It has black stuff in it!?"

Hikaru ordered me over from the other side of the room. I swiftly pushed the tea tray over to him and pulled the teacup gently off the table.

" Its not black stuff, its called Tea Leaves. They retain the flavour of the tea." I stated calmly.

Kaoru burnt himself while pouring himself tea, Hikaru came to his "aid" by sucking on the injured part of his finger and they did, er, twincest.

After their *ahem* was done, I gently tugged his sleeve over to me so it revealed the scalded finger.
I whipped out my first aid kit from my pocket and bandaged his poor finger.

I realised Kaoru and some customers were staring as I silently finished the job. "Be careful next time Kaoru."
I warned him and patted his head, since he was sitting down and I was standing.

Kaoru's POV

I stared as Yuki walked away after bandaging my finger.
He is nice, but doesnt smile. I guess he's like Mori-senpai. But there is something a bit off...
TIME TO INVESTIGATE!!!

I looked back over my shoulder to check whether anyone was looking, Hikaru is chatting with the customers so I guess its alright.

I silently crept behind Yuki as he went around refiling tea cups, handing out tea cakes and... flirting?! Yuki can flirt!?

"Princess, would you like coffee or tea? Or perhaps... Me?" Yuki offered.

Cue the girl's squeals.

That was cheesier than King's lines. I shivered and quickly shrugged the feeling off, remembering my own act.

Yuki plastered on a smile and continued on to Haruhi's small table.

I quietly hid behind the pillar behind her before realising that I was acting very much like a stalker.
I'm turning into King.

*megasigh* I'm done for.

"Yuki, you're so kind and always so collected, how are your parents like? Are they like you?""

I perked up at this and listened in. This might be interesting.

Yuki stopped pouring tea and paused. His blank face took on a wistful look and the cold and flat voice he spoke in before disappeared, in its place there was a sorrowful and soulful one. He smiled, but it could not hide the pain shown.

" My father is the head of the Tokyo police, also a narcotics officer. A stern but loving man who taught me all my values. My mother was said to be a kind and charitable soul that was plagued by illness. I-I," His voice wavered."have never, met,.. her." The words sounded forced, he looked very solemn and pained.

Haruhi rubbed his back in circles whike he regained his composture. The customers pitied him and were close to tears.

He continued on other note, a more cheerful one, and smiled woefully. " I'm okay though, I know if she was to get better, she would like to see me happy and healthily living my life."

He finished up his work there and pushed the trolley away quietly like before, leaving Haruhi and her customers in a solemn thought.

I walked away while thinking how painful it must have been for him. My appetite disappeared and he had left a deep impression of a strong soul.

Yuki's POV

Why did I tell them that it was supposed to be private!

I sighed and refiled the teapot. I stared at the mirror over the pantry sink in the host club.

It reflected a male teenager that was hardworking, strong, a student council member and a friend.

I am a Female Teenager that is emotional, awkward who has a crumbling family. Why do I pretend to be omeone I am not?!

I ruffled my short black hair and walked out of the pantry, leaving the water to boil.

Suddenly something, or someone, glomped (A: inanimate objects cant glomp you right? Y: shut it) me, making me wobble backwards.

" Yuki-chan! Its Time to choose your type!" Honey spoke into my ear. I wrapped my arms around his small build to support his body as I walked over to the group of hosts gathered on the couch. Some customers had gathered aeound to watch what was happening.

The host club, excluding me, stared at me. I stared blankly back.

Stare~ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○

"The lonely Prince type!" Tamaki shouted triaumphantly.

I blinked and cocked my head. How am I a lonely Prince?

" Thats sounds right."

" For the first time, you are actually making sense boss."

"Un." (A: That was not Itachi Uchiha. That was Mori.)

"Yuki-chan is a Prince!"

" Its decided then, Yuki will be the Lonely Prince type."

The customers from around the sofas clapped politely.

Am I still the only one who doesn't see how I am a lonely prince?