"That Otori family," My mother says, "Always full of themselves with that rich trash." That is said daily by my parents in the Ni-San household. I don't like my last name, because, first of all, it means two's, and second of all, we are known for our rudeness. So, my name would be Firefly Two's. Cool.
Hotaru walks up to Ouran high school. She's excited about her classes but way more excited for the host club AFTER school. It always feels good to be complimented on your beauty, even if it's meaningless, right? But there's this one host that really catches her eye. More than just a meaningless flirter. She has fallen hard for this host. But, he doesn't host much. He just does all the calculations and keeps up with the money. Hotaru cleared him out of her mind and walked into the high school.
Hotaru walked into the usual pure-diamond chandeliers, real gold painted ceilings, large oak doors, spiral staircases, and the perfumy smell of the women walking to classes. Hotaru, for one, doesn't like flowy dresses, but she was forced to wear a short yellow dress. She wore tight leather leggings under her dress and her hair in a ponytail. She also wore very high black heels, which she weirdly felt the most comfortable in. Then, she saw him. The one she has been thinking of! But what was his name?
Hotaru stopped gawking and ran to class, just noticing there was one minute until the bell. She sat in her seat immediately, but there was no teacher to be found. She heard some students talking in the corner. Her iPhone X (From America) dinged. It was a text from her friend, Kanashi. It said, Have you heard that weird host with the black hair and glasses is going to host a session? Nobody's going to come. Hotaru's eyes lit up. She texted back, I will.