It was a long day of school, at Ouran Academy. It was finally after school, and the students started to disperse. However, I was the one student that was dragging behind. Walking through the halls, I felt bored. I was waiting for a car to pick me up, but from what I heard, it would take a while, since traffic was a bit heavy. Given my skin condition, I couldn't go outside for extended periods of time, especially in such bright weather. I took the oppourtunity to explore. Weird... ever since going to a big school, I always felt like a robot. Go from point A to point B, then from there to point C. I never really got a true chance to stop and actually look at the school as a whole. It was so extensive, and I never really went anywhere other than my class rooms. Of course Ouran was big enough to school more students than it currently held, so I didn't expect to see it all. Just more.
While I was walking around, I halted in my tracks. A sudden door shutting closed caused me to jump. What was that? A big pair of doors? They were dark oak, and had shiny brass handles. The room seemed to be occupied, given it slammed as I walked by, but it didn't seem to have any lights on inside. Might as well try the door. Unfortunately it was locked. My curious side got the best of me. I got on all fours, and leaned my head toward the floor. "Hello?" My eyes tried to focus, and see if there was anything I could see, but to no avail. Maybe it was an after school club. When I leaned in further, a wooden doll fell to the floor right up against the crack under the door. It almost seem to be looking right at me. I bolted back shuffling backwards. Okay that was enough of that club room for now. On to the next hopefully less creepy club.
On my self guided tour, I came across another room. Music room. Music room 3? Hmmm. I heard that a bunch of boys used this as a meeting room. Upon opening the door, I peeked in to see... absolutely nothing. There was a piano inside, but nothing much else. A tea set sat on the nearest table, which was quite lovely. I decided to take the opportunity. I opened my bag, and pulled out my sketch pad. This would be a perfect chance to sketch out a bit of still life. I needed some practice on proper shading anyways. The shimmer of the tea set gave me a challenge as far as that was concerned. I sat on the closest couch, and began.
"Hey! Whatcha doin'?"
Looking to my left a very short boy was staring straight at me. If my memory was correct this was one of the hosts that worked the club. He seemed far too small to be a host of a club but who was I to judge? He didn't give me any negative looks, or shoo me away, so I must've not been in any trouble. I held up my sketch pad. "What do you think? Look nice?" He took the sketch pad, seeming to be impressed by my work. He flipped through a few pages looking at different sketches such as a bonsai tree, a deck of cards next to a pair of dice, and a pair of shears next to a threaded sewing needle.
"Wow! This stuff is so cool!" He said flipping through different pages, even going into portraits.
It made me smile. I always enjoyed having a fan. "You like it?" I asked as he admired my work. My heart felt like bursting from my chest. I always wanted somebody to admire my art. "Keep the sketch pad. It's filled up anyways."
He gasped. "Really? Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"Thank you for what?"
Upon turning around I saw a taller student. If you could even call him a student. He was far taller than I was. It was nearly impossible to tell that he even was a student, except for the uniform. He was quite intimidating, and almost made me scared enough to dart away. "Takashi! Look!" He held my sketch pad up to the tall student who's name was apparently Takashi. "He told me I could have it! It has pictures of all sorts of neat things!" He turned in my direction. "You must be a super rich artist!" His flattery was nearly going to my head. "What's your name?"
"I'm Yuki, and I'm not super rich." I laughed nervously. "My parents are, but I'm not." What a sweetheart. "Still it means a lot to me that you actually like it uh..." I was prodding for a name.
"Mitsukuni! But you can call me "Honey" for short."
Takashi was flipping through my pages. "Quite impressive." He gave it back to Honey, and looked down at me, causing me to flex my chest muscles, in unease. "So why are you in here?"
"Oh, I was just exploring." I explained. "I'll see my way out." I said reaching for the door. Upon grabbing the handle, I heard Takashi speak up.
"You can call me "Mori." Of course that is if we meet up again." He said stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Honey spoke up excited. "You mean if he were to join the Host Club? That would be so awesome. We don't have anybody with white hair, and red eyes in the club! He's kind of like a bunny rabbit." When I heard that, it made me wonder. Would I be a good host? It was fun to make people happy, but was I really meant to do something like that? "See you around Yuki."
With a wave of farewell, I decided to leave. Upon opening the door, I saw five other boys. They were likely part of the club and I was in the way. Considering how attractive they were they must've been other members so I left without giving an explanation why I was there.
