Author's Note: Welcome to a fresh fanfic where Yuri takes Haruhi's place in Hasetsu High School! Keep in mind that this story is only based off of the main idea of OHSHC! That means most ideas in here will be original~ Please enjoy these chapters as you follow along with Yuri and his exciting experiences in Hasetsu High~~

Yuri Katsuki makes his way up the stairs, frustrated that he can't find a place to study anywhere in the huge school. He finds a door at the top floor of the South wing, with the label Music Room 3.

There shouldn't be anyone in here, right…?

The boy opens the door, revealing a group of gorgeous guys in tailored purple tuxedos, standing right in front of his eyes. A tall, handsome man with silver hair and light blue-green eyes says, "Welcome," with an inviting smile.

Yuri's heart skips a beat and begins to pound. Talk about intimidating… They're all so good-looking…!

"It's a guy!" a charming Thai boy mentions. It happens to be his best friend, Phichit Chulalont.

The man with the silver hair grins. "Men are valuable too, don't you worry." He looks straight into Yuri's eyes and holds out his hand. "Welcome to the Hasetsu High School Host Club. Yuri Katsuki, a scholarship student! What a rare phenomenon in this place."

The poor boy doesn't know what to say. "U-uhm… I…"

"The first factor that matters here for entertaining women are their lineage." a broad-shouldered Canadian man delicately answers. "However, money is a close second. And it's my determination that common folk don't easily fit into our elegant culture, Yuri."

The gorgeous tall man barges in once again. "You're the top student in your class, yet you're poorer than a mouse." He goes on, rambling. "Of course, there's absolutely nothing wrong with being in poverty. All you need is a reckless heart! I mean, we've all heard the rumor about you being gay…"

Yuri jumps, his face flushed. "What?! Who'd you hear THAT from?!"

Ignoring the boy's question, he asks. "Who's your type, Yuri…? A wild man, or-" he ruffles his hair. "...Am I more your style…?"

The innocent student backs away and admits, "No, it's not like that-"

A cute short boy with blonde hair and a red streak pounces over towards him, asking with a bubbly kid voice, "Is it trueee~?"

He shakes his head, annoyed. "Look, I was just looking for a quiet place! So if you'd excuse me'-" His elbow brushes against a smooth vase and he whips his head around as it tips off of its stand and goes flying towards the floor. Yuri jumps to save it, but he's too late. The beautiful vase on-display is now shattered into a million pieces.

Another boy, short with shaggy-yet-elegant blonde hair, rolls his eyes. "That vase was supposed to have the bidding start at $80,000, but here we are…"

$80,000… Holy crap…! I'm screwed…

The first thing Yuri thinks of saying is, "I-I'll pay for it…!"

The short, ticked-off boy scoffs. "Well, yeah, but HOW? You can't even afford a freaking uniform!"

The Canadian man turns to the silver-haired pretty boy. "How should we handle this, Viktor?"

The drop-dead beautiful Russian man, going by the name Viktor Nikiforov, mutters, "As of today, you're the host club's slave."

Yuri Katsuki is speechless. What did I get myself into? T-this is too much! I underwent so many years of hard work to get into this top-notch school, and now I'm working in some dippety-do host club! I'm so sorry, Mom.