Chiaki Fukiwara was overweight.
Or, as Ouran's nurses and doctors called her, pleasantly plump. Then again, it was a well-known fact that they were notorious liars. Everyone knew that they were just paid to tell people what they wanted to hear, and everyone had their own private doctors anyway. And if people that were paid to tell girls how beautiful they were thought that she could lose some weight, well, she was a tad concerned.
She thought that maybe it was because her father loved her too much, because as she tentatively mentioned her weight to her father, he looked up from his growing pile of paperwork and patted his knee as a sign to sit there. She knew that she was much too old to sit on her father's knee, but she sat anyway because she loved her father, and actually didn't mind him holding her. "Don't worry Sugar, I'll love you no matter what you look like." Were his final words after a long talking too.
Though this was rather relieving to Chiaki, it wasn't entirely satisfying. As she had actually been hoping for some sort of prodding in the right direction.
Perhaps it was the fault of the physical education department themselves, as taking P.E. wasn't mandatory at Ouran and she didn't have enough athletic ability to be on a sports team.
Whoever's fault it was, it should be pointed out that it wasn't that she was morbidly obese, or even really that overweight. It was more that she was very uncomfortable in her own skin.
She had just recently hit her growth spurt, and she now had many red stretch marks adorning her hips and breasts. But too her disappointment, she hadn't grown much vertically, and now couldn't help but feel clunky, like a small wardrobe.
The only small break that she got from the self-deprecating conga line that she had going inside her head was when she visited the Host Club. (Though she had considered the fact that her most recent poundage was probably created by the continues flow of cake and tea that was offered there.) All of her worries simply seemed to fade away into a blur of pink and marble as she listened to Tamaki Suoh croon pleasantries to the whichever yellow clad girl sat nearest to him. And when he whispered about how her eyes were such an alluring chocolate brown that he was simply melting in them, she was even able to ignore the fact that all the other girls were so much skinner than her, and lean back into the happiness and comfort that the Host Club simply seemed to radiate.
She was sure that it was a mutual feeling for all the girls who attended the Host Club, the simple healing relaxation that a good time offered. And maybe it was therapeutic to be pampered by lovely boys with no strings or attachments once in a while.
The fact that that Chiaki was overweight wouldn't change no matter how many times she visited the host club, but if she could just forget about it for a little while….
Well, wasn't that what everyone deserved?
Even someone who was, "pleasantly plump".
Just something I thought of during swim. What is it about 1000 Pull that just gets my creative energy a-buzzing?
So this was an inside look on why a girl would visit the host club. :] We all think there a bit daft, but really there HAS to be a reason.
Let's try for some reviews this time, shall we? ;]
-Sasha