❝ 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞

*𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

"Weird rich kids..." I whispered to myself as I walked out of a library that was already occupied. I would have been fine if all of them would just stop looking at me like I was a weird species. So what if I'm poorer than them? That doesn't make me any less. 

While I was in thought I bumped into someone's chest making me look up, and what I saw was an angel. 

"Are you okay? You seemed to have been spacing out." A boy/girl with (H/l) (H/c) hair asked me, her/his smile gentle. I blushed at the sight of his/her smile and looked down at my feet. "I-I'm fine, but a-are you okay?" I asked him/her, but he/she just nodded. 

"I'm fine, though I do have to go now. I hope I can see you later!" The boy/girl exclaimed as she/he ran off and down the hallway. "W-Wait!" I yelled, though it was already too late, the angel has left me.

Sighing, I looked to where she/he went and began to walk in their direction. 'Maybe he/she knows a place I can study.' I thought to myself and smiled. 'He/She had a rather calming aura to him/her. I think he/she can help me with studying.'  I smiled even more at the thought and looked up only to see a door with a sign on the top saying 'Music room 3'.

"An abandoned music room, I guess this is the only place I'll be able to study in peace." I whispered to myself and turned the handle and pushed the door open only for rose petals to fly at me my face as I looked in and heard the voice of seven men. 

"Welcome!" The seven boys exclaimed. When I opened the door, I found the Host Club. 

—(••÷[ --..-- ]÷••)—

Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy.

The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands.

Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.

—(••÷[ --..-- ]÷••)—

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

Haruhi was by the door, shivering. "This is a Host Club?" Haruhi asked herself in a quivering tone while a red arrow was pointing at a beautiful white-ish vase. "Oh wow, it's a boy!" The Hitachiin twins exclaimed, hugging (Y/n) closer to them. (Y/n) stayed quiet, although already knowing the boy when he pumped into her/him in the hallway. 

"Hikaru, Kaoru, (Y/n), I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn't he?" Kyoya questioned them, his glasses flashing white. "Yeah, but he's shy. He doesn't act very sociable so we don't know much about him." The twins answered him and shrugged their shoulders. 

"Just like you two," (Y/n) whispered, but the twins heard causing them to touch their chest in fake pain. "though I do admit I never really talked to him before, I did meet him in the hallway while I was getting here if it helps." (Y/n) looked over at Kyoya and nodded. 

Kyoya smirked, and soon, the first light bulb lit up. "Well, that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor student." Kyoya greeted him and did a polite bow whilst the twins looked at each other and shrugged. 

"Indeed, welcome!" (Y/n) greeted him as well and smiled. Haruhi gave him/her a small smile in response. "What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka!" Tamaki exclaimed as he got closer to the boy who was trying to open the mysteriously locked door. 

"You're the exceptional honor student we've heard about!" Tamaki stated, his tone sounding like he's smart. Haruhi stopped struggling with opening the door and turned his head around to look at Tamaki with a surprised expression. "How did you know my name?" Haruhi questioned him, though (Y/n) did that for him. 

"Your really infamous, Haruhi. Not just anyone can get into Ouran Academy, especially when they don't exactly have a noticeable social standing." (Y/n) politely answered him, his/her smile calm. Haruhi deadpanned at this as the word 'commoner' resonated throughout his head. 

"You've got quite the nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student, Mr. Fujioka." Kyoya stated and pushed up his glasses, the word 'audacious' floating in the air. 

(Y/n) frowned, "Seriously, Kyoya? Actually try to be a little more kind with your words." (Y/n) scolded him making Kyoya snap his eyes downward with a frown. 

"Well uh, thank you, I guess." Haruhi responded due to his rude comment. "You're welcome! You're a hero to other poor people, Fujioka! You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy." Tamaki proudly said as his words made it sound as if he was insulting her. 

Quickly Haruhi scooted away from his touch, but Tamaki followed her slowly. "It must be hard for you to be constantly be looked down upon by others." Tamaki sadly said, his face dramatic. "I think you're doing that right now, Tamaki-sempai." (Y/n) stated causing Tamaki to freeze and go to his corner. 

Looking over to where Haruhi was (Y/n) smiled and walked over to where he was only for the twins to stop him/her. "I think we can handle this, (Y/n). Besides, someone as lowly as him doesn't deserve to even be talked by you!" Kaoru passionately said as he wrapped an arm around (Y/n).

"Indeed, you stay there and look like a deity and we do all the filthy work, okay?" Hikaru said as he wrapped his arm around (Y/n). (Y/n) eyebrow went up as she/he looked down at the twins. "Why is everyone so rude today? It's just a boy-" Before she/he could finish her/his sentence (Y/n) eye caught the way Haruhi constantly rejected Tamaki's touching, and for someone reason (Y/n) head began to scream 'girl'. 

"I think you're taking this 'poor' think too far." Haruhi suggested as she was now scooting to the left with Tamaki following soon after. "Spurned! Neglected! Though that doesn't matter now! Long live the poor!" Tamaki exclaimed as his expression became bright and wrapped his arm around Haruhi. 

"We welcome you, poor man, to our world of beauty!" Tamaki proclaimed as red roses flourished around him, his arms outstretched. "I'm outta here." Haruhi stated as she headed towards the door. 

Glancing over to where Honey was (Y/n) poked him on the shoulder. "Hey, Bunny-Kun, can you please stop Haruhi from leaving?" (Y/n) asked him causing Honey to quickly light up and nod his head. "Anything you want!" Honey responded and did a salute motion before running over towards the leaving figure. 

"Hey! Come back here, Haru-chan!" Honey demanded as he dragged the protesting female with him. "You must be like a hero or something! That's so cool!" Honey exclaimed with a happy tone. (Y/n) chuckled, "I don't think she wants to be called a hero, Bunny-Kun." (Y/n) informed him and gripped his shoulder gently with his/her own hand. 

Honey looked up at the smiling male/female and blushed, quickly looking away. "O-Okay, Sheep-sama!" Honey followed her/his order and stepped away from the tired female. (Y/n) looked down at the confused female and smiled, "Please forgive them, it isn't every day that they meet someone like you, and sorry again if anything that we say or do sounds offensive, they're just idiots." (Y/n) apologized as her/his smile became brighter in the end causing for a bright light to surround him/her. 

"I never imagine for the famous scholar would be so openly gay." Tamaki mused, his hand holding his head up in a thinking position. Haruhi looked over at Tamaki slowly, her face still gloomy. "Openly what?" Haruhi asked him, though Tamaki did not respond. 

"So tell me what kind of guys you're into?" Tamaki asked her, his face slightly serious. "Do you like the strong, silent type?" The face of Takashi appeared with blue roses around him, his face uncaring. 

"The boy Lolita?" Tamaki asked her, then the face of Takashi disappeared and the teary face of Honey appeared, pink roses surrounding him. "How about the mischievous type?" The two twins appeared side-by-side with both blue and orange roses around them. 

"The cool type?" Kyoya appeared with a smirk playing on his lips with purple roses decorating his face. "Or the loving yet cold type?" The face of (Y/n) appeared with a smirk on his/her face with (F/c) roses surrounding her/him beautifully. 

Haruhi backed away further getting closer and closer to the white vase. "I, uh. It's not like that! I was just looking for a quiet place to study!" Haruhi tried to explain, though this is Tamaki. "Or maybe," Reaching out his hand towards her Tamaki placed his hand under Haruhi's face and lifted her head. "You're into a guy like me? What do you say?" Tamaki flirted with her leaving Haruhi to panic and stumble back. 

Suddenly, she felt herself hit something made of wood making her look back only to see the falling vase fall to the ground. Time seemed to have slowed as the vase slowly made its way to the floor and then... smashed into dozens of pieces. 

Despair was clear on her face as sounds of surprise made their way out of her mouth. The two twins peered over her shoulder with emotionless expressions. "We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction!" Hikaru announced. "Oh, now you've done it, Commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at 8 million yen." Kaoru finished for him. 

"What? 8 million yen? How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are there in a million?" Haruhi began to count on her fingers only to feel something warm touch it. Looking up with tired eyes Haruhi saw the same boy/girl from earlier smiling down at her while giving her a teacup. 

"You owe us $67,044.32. Dont worry, you may be able to deal with that." (Y/n) stated as he/she sipped her/his own tea. Haruhi froze, then slowly started to turn towards them. 

"Um, I'm gonna have to pay you back." Haruhi said in a weak tone. "With that money? You can't even afford a school uniform. What's with that grubby inform you've got on, anyway?" Both the twins asked her in a taunting tone. (Y/n) heard this and hit them on top of the head with a fan. "So very rude, would you like some help with the money expenses, Haruhi?" (Y/n) asked. While Haruhi was trying to hold back tears (Y/n) looked down at the floor and tried to pick up one of the broken pieces of the vase only for a pale hand to stop him/her. 

"Stop it, (Y/n), you'll only get hurt." Kyoya stopped him/her, his voice stern. (Y/n) smiled, "I have to help somehow... fine, don't worry about it! I'll clean it up later." (Y/n) stated and looked back at the panicking Haruhi. 

"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" Kyoya asked him, his voice slightly playful. "There's a famous saying you may have heard, Fujioka." Tamaki began and crossed his legs and pointed his hand upwards. "'When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do.'" Tamaki quoted, and now his finger was pointed towards the panicked Haruhi. 

"Since you have no money, you can pay with your body. That means starting today, you're the Host Clubs dog!" Tamaki proclaimed, his purple eyes sharp.  

The word 'dog' appeared on top of the dead Haruhi as a fake smiled came up to her face. 'I don't know if I can handle this, Mom. I've been captured by a bunch of boys that're calling themselves a host club!' Haruhi thought in disbelief.

"Poke Poke."

"Ah, Haruhi is dead now."

(ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!)