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Yosuke Akabane was not one to openly flirt.
He was not one who found enjoyment in seeing girls blush and giggle.
He was not one to grasp someone's hands and utter sweet nothings in a raspy tone.
So why was he outside Music Room 3 for the second year in a row?
“I'm so glad you've stayed in the Host Club for your second year,” Kyoya said when he entered. “After last year, I thought you'd sworn us off."
“Don't mention it,” Yosuke shrugged. He didn't even want to think about this past February.
“I see you've put your name down for the Black Magic Club this year,” Kyoya continued smoothly. “You do realize both clubs take place every day after school, Tamaki would be devastated to lose one of his most precious hosts.”
“I'm going to assume you’re being sarcastic.” Yosuke wasn't charming in any natural sense of the word. The only reason girls requested him as a host was (a) they enjoyed reading and book analysts, (b) they needed someone to translate an English book to Japanese, or (c) they were just really into goth otakus complaining about how long he'd been trying to get a rare figurine. (Tamaki claimed he was “relatable” for these girls.)
“I've already talked with Nekozawa-Senpai, I'll just do my host duties every other day.”
“Surely you don't mean that Yosuke!!” The ear splitting voice of Tamaki rang out behind him. “Don't join that horrid club! You do realize Nekozawa has it out for me?? He'll corrupt you!”
“Get off me Tamaki! The whole reason you recruited me was because of my interest in the occult!”
“Pretty sure it was just because he wanted some loser energy in the club.” Hikaru and Kaoru had finally shown up, the ginger twins never were one for punctuality.
“‘Course you're not like that anymore,” Kaoru teased, slinging his arm over Yosuke’s shoulder, while the other remained around his brother.
“But we remember you from the first year of junior high–”
“–always scribbling in that little notebook–”
“–and with that horrible doll too–”
“Suke-chan!” Yosuke gratefully accepted Hunny's distraction.
“Hey Hunny,” he greeted the shorter man, who stood at just 4’ 9” at 18 years of age.
“Wanna eat cake with me Suke-chan?” Hunny asked, tugging at his underclassman’s sleeve. “It'll still be a bit until our customers arrive! I've got strawberry and chocolate and…”
That was one thing he liked about the Host Club, free food. Yosuke liked cake as much as the next guy, and Hunny was easy enough to get him to share–when the older boy was in a good mood, that is.
“Are you excited for this school year, Suke-chan?” Hunny asked him, smiling with a mouth full of cake. “You won't have to come up from the junior high just for club activities!”
“Yeah, that'll be nice.” Yosuke replied, smiling softly.
Last year was weird, having older girls admire him as he spoke or blushing when he ‘flirted’ wasn't something he was used to. This year might be better, surely there'd be more people his age interested in the club.
Hopefully none were in my class before. . .
Mori was sitting beside Hunny, eyes flicking between the closed entrance doors and the blonde next to him. So nothing new there.
“Ok men! We're opening in five! Prepare for the storm of beautiful women requesting our presence!” Tamaki shouted, the large room causing his voice to echo everywhere.
“Hikaru. . .” Kaoru mumbled, “Do you wish for their presence as well?”
“Never Kaoru. . . No woman could ever replace you, dear brother.”
Yosuke couldn't help but be disgusted by the twins when they do their little act. “Must you do that now, there's not any customers here yet!”
The twins both grinned, “Maybe not–”
“–but there's always room for warming up.”
“Gross, do it over there, where I can't see you.”
“How you wound us Yosuke, leaving us for the Black Magic Club, cursing our little hobby…” Kaoru sighed dramatically, but his chronic grin never faltered.
“Quiet,” Mori commanded from beside Hunny, who looked over at him as well.
“Ah, I hear someone coming,” Kyoya remarked from his laptop. “We must be in a presentable formation when our customers enter.”
Translation: stop being a bunch of nuisances and get professional.
Scrambling to stand in his designated place next to the twins– “Your hair contrasts nicely with each other, the harmony is perfect,” according to Kyoya at least– just before the grand door at the front of the room was gently pushed open.
“Welcome!” They all said in unison. However, it wasn’t a group of girls, but a raggedy looking dude in a scruffy sweater, his messy, brown hair falling over his large grandpa glasses.
“It’s a guy!” Kaoru and Hikaru exclaimed from beside him. Oh…wasn’t this guy in his class? What was he doing openly attending a Host Club? Sounds like social suicide to Yosuke.
“Hey!” Tamaki silenced the twins. “Men are valuable patrons too, so stifle it.”
He got up, approaching the other guy, who was shaking and cowering against the door. “Welcome to the Ouran Highschool Host Club…” He began, “…Haruhi Fujioka, a scholarship student! You are a rare creature in this place!”
“Uh…” Haruhi tried to interrupt, before Kyoya began speaking,
“It is my determination that common folk don’t fit easily into our elegant culture… and that a scholarship student would need a pretty thick skin and stubbornness just to make it through, let alone achieve everything.”
Ah, so he’s an honor student. Doesn't really look it.
“If no one knows you,” Kyoya continued talking. “It’s an uphill climb to get noticed, know what I mean?”
Eh, Yosuke didn’t think so. Haruhi was pretty noticeable. He’s not even wearing the proper uniform! Extreme lack of etiquette there.
“Huh…?” Haruhi muttered. “Thanks loads…”
“In short Fujioka, you’re a trail-blazer!!” Tamaki cried, grabbing Haruhi’s chin and pulling him up next to him, hand sliding down to the brunette's shoulder. “Top student in your class, yet you’re poorer than a church mouse! Some may call you a weed, or despise your low-class status!”
“No need to make a big deal about it…” Haruhi protested quietly, trying to shrug Tamaki’s arm off.
“There’s nothing wrong with poverty, of course,” Tamaki continued mindlessly. “You’re a crusader, and a crusader only needs one thing–a reckless heart!”
He’s not listening. As usual.
“Of course, we heard the rumor that you’re a man lover–”
“Who’s we?” Yosuke muttered, his eye twitching for a moment. Kaoru glanced over at him before snickering quietly.
“What’s your type?” Tamaki asked Haruhi, “Stoic type–” his pointer finger drifting from Mori to Hunny. “–boy lolita? Or… am I more your style?” He leaned in close to Haruhi’s face, causing him to jump back, cheeks bright red.
“No! It's not like that!–”
“Are you really a crusader Haru-chan?” Hunnyy piped up. “Do you have tales of rescuing princesses? I love those!”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLIN’ HARU-CHAN??” He shrieked at Hunny, (rather dramatically), which prompted the blonde to run to Mori crying.
“Look, I was just trying to find a quiet place!!” Haruhi continued, sounding rather panicked, backing up rapidly. “So excuse me–”
CRASH
“Oh, and do be careful of that vase,” Kyoya stated, rather late.
“That vase was by rune. It was to be the featured item in the next school auction…” Hikaru scolded, (while ‘ooing’ quietly.)
“The bidding was going to start at 8,000,000¥, but I don't think it'll fetch that now,” Kaoru added. Which clearly caused distraught to Haruhi, as he started sweating worse than the waterfalls Yosuke saw on vacation.
“I'll pay for it!!” He cried immediately.
“You bet you will, but how?–”
“–You can't even afford a uniform!”
Kyoya straightened up, “Well Tamaki, how shall we handle this?”
Tamaki sighed dramatically, “Fujioka, are you familiar with the saying: ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans do?’” He lifted his pointer finger at Haruhi, “And ‘If you don't have the cash, pay with your carcass?’”
“. . .”
“As of today, you're the Host Club’s DOGSBODY!!” He finished, looking rather proud of himself.
“. . . WHAT??”
* * *
“Yosuke… Is it true you knew who the killer was before the first chapter ended?” A small table was where his fate lay, a couple of books were laid neatly on top, as well as a discarded tea cup. A couple of girls were seated in the couches on either side of him, a few looking at him in awe.
“Why of course dearest, how can you expect me to unravel the mysteries of a lady’s heart if I can't even solve one within a book?”
The girls squealed, one of them quickly flipping back through the first chapter.
“But there was no indication to anyone! How did you figure it out?” She asked shyly.
“Simple,” came his answer. “It mentioned a maid carrying a dinner plate, and she was the only staff member distinctly referenced!”
“You're so observant Yosuke!!” One of the girls responded. She'd been his customer since he'd joined last year, but he'd never gotten her name. (Or he did and had just forgotten. . .)
“Uh. . . If I may ask. . .” Another girl with wavy brown hair began. “Who's the new boy? I've never seen him before!”
Yosuke glanced over to where Haruhi was, talking with Kyoya and Tamaki.
“Just somebody Tamaki has taken in, he's being our errand boy for now.”
“I-I can run errands for you guys if need be!” The brunette squeaked, turning red.
“I couldn't ask that of you, my lady,” He murmured, lacing her fingers with his own. “I am here to be of service to you, never for you to be of service to me.” As Kyoya collects the money girls throw at us for stupid shit like used tea cups.
The girl blushed harder before returning to her tea and book, talking animatedly among her peers.
Yosuke got up, heading over to where Tamaki was explaining something to Haruhi.
“When you put down your glass, cushion it with your pinky!! You eliminate the harsh sound and show more grace.”
“Is this so I don't annoy the customers?”
“NO!!”
“What's going on over here?” Yosuke asked, brushing his curly hair out of his face.
“Haru-chan is going to become a host!” Hunny chimed from behind him. “Do you wanna have cake with me and Usa-chan, Haru?”
“I-I don’t really like sweets–” Haruhi tried to interrupt.
“But you get to hug Usa-chan! He’s a stuffed bun-bun for Hunny!” The third year giggled.
“I’m not a big fan of rabbits either–”
“You don’t like my Usa-chan?”
“. . . No he’s cute, let me see him.” Hunny happily set his bunny into the brunette's arms, beaming from ear to ear.
“Are you really becoming a host, Haruhi?” Yosuke asked. “You don’t really look the type. I’d be surprised if you attract any customers, you're rather short.”
Haruhi glared at him, and he realized a moment too late that it was a rude thing to say. He was probably self conscious about his height. Haruhi was barely 3 inches taller than Hunny.
“Tamaki said I could repay my debt if I serve a hundred customers.” He sighed. “Entertaining girls sounds better than running errands and doing grunt work.”
“Speaking of errands,” Kyoya seemed to materialize behind Haruhi, pen scratching on a notepad. “We need you to run to Ouran’s Private School Store, we’re quite low on some items.”
He pressed a note into Haruhi’s hands, who looked over it unphased. “Do I have to pay for all of this?”
“You are repaying us for breaking that vase.” Kyoya stated, smiling without any warmth. “I’m sure you’ll be able to manage. It’s not much.”
Haruhi grumbled something under his breath, beginning to walk away.
“Take my wallet.” Yosuke blurted out without thinking.
“What?”
“Use my money to pay for it, I doubt a commoner would have much money on them.”
“. . .I can’t take your money,” he replied.
“Well I insist. You’ll go broke buying food for us, we have expensive palates.” Yosuke pushed, a stubborn look forming on his face.
Haruhi’s eye twitched. Did I say something wrong again? He silently took Yosuke’s wallet, turning away silently before leaving the room.
* * *
Haruhi returned twenty minutes later, carrying a paper bag wobbling with how much he had crammed inside.
“Couldn't afford a tote bag?” Yosuke remarked, watching Haruhi shift the paper bag so it wouldn't spill.
“Don't you have guests or something to tend to?” Haruhi muttered, sliding the wallet he borrowed back into Yosuke’s palm.
“My guests are all readers, they're fine without me.”
“Why do they bother coming here then–”
“Did ya get everything on our list?” Tamaki asked, beckoning the brunette over to his table.
Haruhi set a couple items on the table, including a small container of coffee.
“Hm, what is this?” The blonde asked, lifting it into his smooth hands.
“Coffee,” Haruhi replied with a blank look on his face. “It was one of the items on the note.”
“Woah I’ve never seen this brand, is it already ground?”
“It’s an instant one.”
“Instant?”
Yosuke was suddenly squashed between the entire Host Club as they gathered around Tamaki and his instant coffee.
“Oh!” Tamaki exclaimed. “Isn’t this the one peasants made? That if you pour hot water, the coffee is instantly ready to drink??”
“So this is the rumored peasant’s drink. . .” Kyoya murmured.
“So it’s true that poor people don’t even have time to grind their own coffee beans. . .” Interjected Kaoru, eyes glowing with interest.
“I always wanted to try it!!”
“Such lovely wisdom from the peasants. . .”
“I’LL GO BUY THE RIGHT ONE!!” Haruhi shrieked, both annoyed and slightly scared of the other boy's behavior. “I’m sorry it wasn’t the expensive coffee beans that you usually use. . .”
“No it’s ok I’ll drink it!”
“Ooh milord you have courage!”
“300 yen for a hundred grams! Such earnings. . .”
“It’s cheaper than one cup of coffee. . .”
“Shitty rich kids. . .” Haruhi grumbled, walking away.
“HARUHIII!” Tamaki called him back over after a moment. “Come make some peasant’s coffee for us! Everyone’s waiting!”
“T-Tamaki-sama?” The girl–was her name Ayanokouji? Who knows. Think she’s a regular–Haruhi was talking to stuttered. He ignored her and came back to the group.
There was a small line of students along the rest of the Host Club, waiting patiently as Haruhi poured boiling water into several tea cups full of grounds.
“Please don’t blame me if it doesn’t suit your tastes. . .” Haruhi muttered under his breath as the twins passed out teacups to the girls.
“My father will be angry if I drink this. . .” One of the girls mumbled, which prompted Tamaki to grasp her chin.
“Well then, would you like to drink it from my mouth?” He asked sweetly.
The girls fell into a fit of giggles and blushing messes.
“Would you like any Akabane-san?” Haruhi asked with a sigh.
“Nah I’m good, I drink this stuff whenever a new video game drops.” Yosuke and his family may be rich, but his allowance was only so much. Ocarina of Time was merely 7,000 yen, but the anime figures he bought after exhausted most of it. So he went for cheap food in bulk at commoners’ supermarkets as fuel at night. It wasn’t great, but coffee was coffee.
“Haruhi!! I want another cup!”
* * *
Despite what one might say, the Black Magic Club is easily the most calming, kind, and authentic club there is at school. Sure, summoning spirits from the other side and attempting to cast curses on classmates may turn people off, but everyone acts like themselves. (Which is as eccentric as the Host Club.)
Reiko Kanazuki had the right idea about everything, however she tended to gravitate towards curses that are designed for elementary schoolers. She was quite sweet when you got to know her though, Yosuke wasn’t sure why she didn’t have any friends in her class.
Umehito Nekozawa was a lot of fun to be around. His love for cats–specifically for his cursed doll Beelzenef–was genuine and rather nice to listen to. He had loads of books on the occult, and among the seven members, he had the most experience living among the paranormal. Sure he could be a little weird, but it was nothing compared to Yosuke’s own brother.
Kyuuma Akabane, a fortune teller, a hexer, and a third-year student with passion for three things–black magic, his younger brother, and Nekozawa-san.
He won’t explain that any further.
Yosuke balanced both his Host Club duties and presence in the Black Magic Club by alternating days of the week. Host Club Mondays, Black Magic Club Tuesday, etc.
Fortunately, both club presidents were nice enough and didn’t mind him skipping out every other day.
Unfortunately, Tamaki preferred him at club meetings as often as possible, and double unfortunately, Nekozawa didn’t care.
Thus, he was now standing in Music Room 3 cooking instant ramen.
Ouran Host Club Second Motto: Unending research is the guide to being a good guy.
“Haruhi, my seasoning is sticking to the lid. . .” Mori mumbled, holding a container filled with instant fried noodles.
“Oh! That is. . .” he took the container into his own hands. “If you put the ingredients below the noodles in the beginning, that won’t happen.
“What amazing technique from the peasants!” Tamaki cried. “May I express my gratitude with my body?. . .”
“Please don’t,” Haruhi groaned as Tamaki sparkled in the corner.
Yosuke heard the twins sigh. “It just doesn’t fit the picture does it, Kaoru?”
“I agree with you Hikaru, the situation just doesn’t add up.”
“You see, women love seeing two good-looking guys together–”
“–It’s a nice plot to have two guys who can’t decide to further their ‘friendship’ or not–”
“In our case, we have our twin-ness as our forbidden weapon–”
“–Moreover, we have the beauty of symmetry–”
“–In addition, you will be loved by two men with such a deep bond at the same time–”
“–Isn’t that the ultimate romance for the girls?”
“But, you can’t even pass the first condition, so we wasted our time explaining,” they finished in unison.
“Don’t explain it then!” Yosuke groaned. And from the look on Haruhi’s face, he thought the same thing.
“The problem is once again, the visuals. . .” Tamaki began. “There must be something we can do. . .Taking off the glasses won’t help much, probably just make your eyes a bit smaller.”
Tamaki slid the oversized glasses off of Haruhi’s head (who did have pretty large eyes, how the hell had he not noticed till now?)
“These are my grandfather’s. . .I lost my contact lenses on the morning of the admission ceremony.”
“Hikaru! Kaoru!” Haruhi jumped as Tamaki called the twins over with a snap of his fingers.
“YES SIR!!”
“Kyoya, give a call to the school designated tailor!”
“Mori-senpai, if you have extra disposable contact lenses, share them!”
That’s not how prescription lenses work.
“Yosuke, go steal your brother’s makeup kit!”
a) how do you expect me to do that, and b) what the hell do we need that for.
“What about me??” Hunny chirps.
“Please eat some cake Hunny-senpai!”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” Haruhi shrieked as the twins began trimming his hair.
“Dont’t worry–”
“–We’re pros.”
“The uniform is ready,” Kyoya said, entering the room with a neat white box.
After Haruhi got changed, it was apparently Yosuke’s turn to “brighten up his face” (which already looked fine, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt.)
“Stop moving your face, the foundation is smearing.”
“Your hands are so cold.”
“I don’t want to do this either, It is against my principles to ruin an already pretty face with needless add-ons, it will only lead to skin blemishes, which will then drag you down the long road of continuing to cover your face over and over again until you can’t live without it.”
“. . .Personal experience?”
“No, my mother’s.”
“There, done.” Yosuke set the last of the skincare down with a sigh.
Haruhi stood up, adjusting his tie before pushing the curtain aside and leaving the room, which was met with Tamaki’s squeals.
He’s so hard to talk to. . .I feel so flat whenever I speak to Haruhi, there’s nothing crazy to bounce off of.
Yosuke placed his brother’s pouch back onto a nearby table before planning to leave the room, but then he noticed Haruhi had left his school bag.
Without thought, he swiftly picked it up with the intention of returning it to its rightful owner, but a small card fell out of one of the pockets.
Is this his student ID? He should keep it in a wallet or something– oh!
* * *
“Yosuke! Doesn’t Haruhi look as lovely as a girl??” Tamaki practically had tears in his eyes as he cooed over how cute the other was.
“Haru-chan is so cutee!” Hunny chimed in.
“If you had that face, why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Hikaru asked, scratching the back of his head.
Kyoya smiled–his usual, calculating one– “Maybe you could even get a customer or two.”
“Yes!! Everything was calculated!” Tamaki announced, raising his pointer to the sky. “Here, now is the time that your true worth will be revealed!”
“Go show the people your thin-veneer of beauty!!”
. . .
Can I go back to my club yet?
* * *
“I didn’t know you’d be here today, Yosuke!” Yua (the girl with wavy brown hair) inquired. A horror manga was open on her lap, a stark contrast to her refined appearance, balancing a half-empty teacup in her smooth hand.
“Tamaki’s plans changed, and he begged me to stay another day,” He replied, taking a sip from his own cup. “Besides, how could I miss a chance to speak with my lovely lady?”
Yua giggled before returning to her book with a smile on her face. Yosuke’s other customers usually didn’t show up on days he wouldn’t, however Yua enjoyed the atmosphere of the Host Club, and attended nearly every day.
“You wouldn’t mind if I roamed for a little bit would you?” He asked as kindly as he could. It was Haruhi’s first day, and he wanted to see how they’d fare in a host’s role.
“Oh, of course not!” Yua replied, beaming at him. “It must be awkward just sitting here, watching me read.”
“Your focused face is nothing if not beautiful, but I will leave you be for a bit.”
* * *
“Let’s play the ‘Which one is Hikaru?’ game!” was the first thing Yosuke heard when he approached where Haruhi was.
Hikaru and Kaoru’s hair was messed up so their parts weren’t showing, and they were grinning like cats as they seemed to be challenging Haruhi to their little game.
“Oh no, it’s too difficult, you look too much alike!” One of their customers exclaimed, and several nodded in agreement.
“Haruhi-kun, who do you think is who?” Another asked, turning to the brunette.
Haruhi sighed before saying, “To my right is Kaoru and to my left is Hikaru.”
“You got it wrong!~” The twins sang in unison.
“No,” Haruhi continued. “I’m right. You guys look alike, but are slightly different.”
All of the girls started swooning around Haruhi.
“Oh Haruhi-kun, you’re wonderful!”
“You are looking at them with the eyes in your heart. . .”
Whatever that means.
“I’m surprised you got it right the first time,” Yosuke inserted himself into the conversation. One can only stand listening for so long without wanting to talk a bit.
“Hm? It’s not too difficult.” They paused before whispering, “Couldn’t they be able to tell if they’re here all the time.”
“You think they would, but I don’t really think they care.”
Kaoru’s voice is just an octave or two higher than Hikaru’s, and while they may sound the same when speaking together, they really sound nothing alike.
And that was how Yosuke could tell them apart.
Hope he never goes deaf.
* * *
“It is the third day in a row I’ve missed my Black Magic Club!” Yosuke whined as the twins dragged him back to the Host Club. “I put on eyeliner today and everything! Hey– LET GO OF MY ARMS I CAN WALK.”
“Tsk tsk, thought we were gonna have to gag you,” Hikaru smirked.
“Besides, girls go wild for a man in eyeliner!” Kaoru added, grinning–a bit more genuinely–at the other boy.
“That’s only in alternative bands,” He sighed. “I know Tamaki just wants us all there to keep Haruhi in the club.”
“Maybe so–”
“But the king’s word is law!”
“Do not call him the king.”
“Oh! The twins are here!!” A couple girls called as soon as they entered the clubroom. Yosuke scanned it quickly, and none of his customers were at his area. The few he recognized were sitting near Haruhi, who appeared to be having tea with Ayanokouji.
Maybe I’d have an excuse to leave after all?. . .
Ha-ha– that would never happen at the moment.
And so Yosuke sat on one of the coaches playing his Game Boy Advance, while one of his regulars–Harumi–told him about different video game cheats and new sims she’s been playing.
It was rather peaceful, Harumi’s voice was so excited whenever she spoke to him about those things.
She didn’t need him to act all flirty with her, and it seemed most of the time she just needed a friend–
CRASH
“HELP! HARUHI MADE A DISGUSTING SUGGESTION!!”
There goes that peace. . .
“I ALWAYS KNEW HE WAS BARBAROUS!!” Ayanokouji shrieked, grabbing the shoulder of another girl as a few tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Somebody! Hurry! This peasant–”
splash.
“Sorry–”
“–Our hands slipped.”
The twins had dumped two nearby glasses of water onto Ayanokouji's head. What had been tears falling down her face was now frigid water and ice cubes slipping through her hair.
“Wha?–”
“Did you think we didn’t know about it?” Kyoya asked her, a devilish look on his face, dropping a few pieces of paper at her feet. “Please don’t look down on our information network. Of course, we have other evidence as well.”
“This person is scary. . .” Hunny was sniffling while looking at Ayanokouji, tears brimming in his saucer eyes. “She’s like an oni. . .”
“You look beautiful outside,” Tamaki began as she tried to protest their accusations. “It’s no good if you only look good. I’m sorry to say this, but can you please never come back?”
“You cannot be a customer if you behave poorly toward my fellow club member.”
Ayanokouji then broke into (what Yosuke assumed) were genuine tears before sprinting out of the club room.
That was an ordeal. Yosuke almost didn’t notice it happened, as the scene was over as soon as it began.
Hikaru began speaking to Haruhi, who looked a little dazed. “We have that kind of customer every so often.”
Haruhi stared at the other club members for a moment, before Tamaki spoke again.
“As a punishment for causing trouble, add another 100 customers to your work quota.”
“HUH?!”
“If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t lose my best customer, and I wouldn’t have to look for wallets with my beautiful body–”
Wait, when did that happen?
“I have high expectations for you my little rookie,” He finished with a wink.
Kyoya approached Haruhi with a crimson bag. “This is our only spare uniform. Sorry, but it’s better than a wet one.”
“Thanks a lot you guys, I’m gonna go change,” Haruhi took the bag from Kyoya and went to enter the changing room near the back.
Yosuke finally stood up with a “Be right back Harumi-san,” before joining the rest of the club members.
“Yosuke, can you run to the gym to get some towels for Haruhi?” Tamaki asked him, and he nodded before leaving quickly.
What a day, I should’ve just skipped out for the Black Magic Club.
I wonder if Haruhi’s okay, have they been dealing with that Ayanokouji for a bit now? Probably, considering everyone’s reactions. Was I the only one who didn’t know? Who cares, I didn’t notice how obvious the girl was being with her. . .jealousy?
Why would she be jealous of Haruhi? They’re not–
“You took forever!” Tamaki called out as soon as he got back. “I’ll take them to him now. Haruhiii! I brought you some towels!”
“. . .”
“HARUHI?? YOU’RE A GIRL?”
Oh. Guess he figured out the hard way.
“Biologically speaking, yes.”
At the least, Tamaki began totally freaking out. His eyes were wide, and he was pointing a shaking finger at Haruhi like she was an evil entity.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I surprise you?”
“He’s finally noticed,” Kaoru sighed.”He’s an idiot after all.”
“But he probably knew by instinct,” added Hikaru. “He’d never come onto a real guy like that.”
I don’t know about that.
“I knew it from the beginning!~”
“It is a pretty interesting development. . .”
“Listen Senpai, I don’t really care whether you guys recognize me as a boy or a girl,” Haruhi said while fiddling with their tie. “In my opinion, it’s more important for a person to be recognized for who they are rather than what sex they are.”
“Also,” Haruhi paused before smiling at Tamaki. “You were pretty cool earlier, Senpai.”
Tamaki’s cheeks bloomed into a bright shade of pink, and he covered his mouth with his hand.
Is this the beginning of another cliche love story?. . .
“And actually, it might be nice to get fussed over by a bunch of girls. . .It’s actually pretty cute. Maybe I’m a little bent that way.”
Eh, maybe not.