Hi:) Welcome to A Business Affair. I haven't watched Ouran in a long while, but I suddenly got the inspiration to start writing! This started out as a Tamaki x OC but I decided to change it halfway through.

Writing Kyoya was super difficult. No joke.
All of the chapter titles are business terms, which was an idea I had when I was watching And So Kyoya Met Him for inspiration.
Enjoy!

"No, I'm really nervous, Mori!"

He smiled kindly. "You'll do fine."

"Easy for you to say...You have great friends and a great home and money-" Mori looked up from the ground to meet her eyes. He glanced at her as if he was saying, "Oh, please," and then returned his gaze to the floor.

"Mori, you know I feel absolutely sucky about borrowing your parents' money to go to Ouran. I don't fit in and I never will."

"Miki, you deserve a good education. Money can't replace that." Miki was silent, still reveling in the amount of words coming out of her typically silent friend's mouth.

"T-thanks...thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me."

He grunted in response.

The next day, Miki was up and dressed in her pastel yellow uniform. She tugged at the waistline of the dress and adjusted the bow in her dark blonde hair.

"There is no way I'm showing up at a rich school looking like a mess," she muttered to herself.

After she packed her bag, she hopped in her dad's hybrid and prayed for the best.

Upon arriving at the school, Miki couldn't help but be amazed at what she was presented with. Everything around her exuded money and everyone around her reeked of class.

She looked around her and met a pair-no, two pairs-of sparkling eyes.

"Takashi~is that Mi-chan?" A small blond boy sitting on Mori's shoulders asked.

She smiled and waved. "Honey! I'm so happy to see you!" Mori lifted Honey off of his shoulders and onto the ground. The ball of fluff ran towards Miki and hugged her.

"Mi-chan, I haven't seen you in forever!"

Miki laughed. "It's only been two months."

Mori jerked his head towards the school building with an inquiring look on his face. "If that's what you're asking, then, yes. I took a tour around the school earlier. I won't get lost, don't worry," Miki said, her face buried in her bag. She pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

"Aha! Found my schedule!"

"Mi-chan? Are you going to eat with us at lunch? You should come and eat cake with me!"

"Ok, ok, just as long as you promise me that you'll introduce me to your friends that you've talked so much about," Miki replied. "I gotta go. See ya, Honey. Bye, Mori."

The day passed by almost too quickly, with little to no trouble. Miki had encountered some annoying twins and some snarky girls, but she had also befriended a second-year named Haruhi.

"So, guys, when do I get to meet your friends?" Miki asked Honey and Mori.

"Now!" Honey shouted and dragged her and Mori down the hall, landing in front of Music Room 3.

"Music room? I didn't know you two played instruments."

"We don't, Mi-chan." Honey winked at her and opened the door.

The strong scent of roses was the first thing that Miki's mind could register.

The second was a blond man up in her face, one hand underneath her chin and the other holding a red rose.

"O-oh my...thank you..."

"Tamaki Suoh, your prince. And you are?" His eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet and his smile was disarming.

"Ah-um-erm-" Miki's face was as red as a tomato.

In order to save his friend from drowning in Tamaki's splendor, Honey finally spoke up.

"Tama-chan, this is Mi-chan, me and Takashi's friend. Actually, Mi-chan's our relative."

Tamaki stepped back, a little stunned at the news. He bowed. "Mi-chan, it's a pleasure to meet you." The blond lifted Miki's hand and lightly kissed it, rendering her even more speechless.

"Welcome to the host club-" Tamaki started.

"Miki Koizumi-top of the class, straight A student who previously studied at a relatively obscure public school," a thick, dark voice said behind her. Miki whipped around to see a tall man wearing glasses. "No large family business, no inheritance...fascinating...you're not here on scholarship either," His voice almost drawled on every syllable, sounding like warm molasses. He looked at her with a curious gleam in his eyes.

Panicking, Miki glanced around her, looking for Mori and Honey, who had abandoned her in lieu of cake and girls. At the moment, she was sandwiched between two attractive, rich men, and Miki had never felt so uncomfortably happy.

"Mama~you mean to say that Mi-chan has no money?"

Miki looked up at Tamaki in silent horror.

"Yes. But is that a bad thing?" He turned to Miki. "I apologize for Tamaki's and my poor manners. I'm Kyoya Ootori. Welcome to the host club. I reckon you can figure out the lay of this place, right?" He flashed Miki a dazzling smile.

"Um, I suppose so." She nervously laughed. "I guess I'll go with Honey and Mori today." She glanced back at Kyoya, who had opened up a black book and begun to write in it. He closed it and stepped back.

"Have fun, Miss Koizumi." Miki took this chance to look around. She spotted the annoying twins from earlier engaging in some homosexual behavior and Haruhi on his couch entertaining some girls. She finally walked towards her two friends and plopped down in a seat next to them.

"Hey."

"Hiya, Mi-chan! Come and have some cake with me and Usa-chan and Takashi!"

"Ok, ok."

"Who's this, Honey-chan?" A raven haired girl cooed.

"Yeah, Mori, she never comes here," another asked.

"Miki's our relative, right, Takashi?"

Mori nodded in agreement.

"But you can't host her, right, Mori?"

"That's incest," another chimed.

Miki half-smiled. "I'm new to this place and I wanted to start somewhere familiar. You two can have Mori and Honey," she said. "I'm not really good at this flirting stuff."

"Don't worry, Miki," one of the girls said. "We're all in the same boat."

After a few days of frequenting the host club instead of doing homework, Miki decided to try something she thought she would never do.

"Which host would you like today?" Kyoya asked, the light from the room reflecting off of his glasses.

"Tamaki." Kyoya responded with raised eyebrows.

"Alright, Miss Koizumi." Kyoya gestured to a red sofa covered with girls packed like sardines. Miki apprehensively sat down on the edge of the sofa, half hoping no one would notice her and half hoping someone would.

"Tamaki-kun, you have a visitor," one of the girls whispered.

"Who's she?"

"I've never seen her here before."

"Is she a host-hopper?"

Miki shifted awkwardly in her seat, watching Tamaki gracefully make his way over to where she was sitting.

"Sorry, my princess. I was too wrapped up in entertaining these beautiful ladies." The girls behind him swooned. "But, please forgive me, Miki," he whispered in her ear.

His breath tickled her neck delightfully. "We'll have to see about that," she whispered back. Tamaki leaned back in mild surprise. After regaining his posture he leaned closer.

"How charming," he said. "Even you look surprised by your response. You know, you're cleverer than you think." He playfully batted her nose with his hand, somehow coloring Miki's face a deeper shade of red.

"...Thank you..."

"It is my pleasure."

Miki reveled in his compliment the rest of the afternoon.

When it was time to leave, Miki stayed behind in the host club so that none of the girls would see her walk home.

"So~you're the new girl," both of the annoying twins said in unison.

"You're Haruhi's friend, right? What's your name?"

Miki glanced between the twins, struggling to discern between the two.

"I-I'm Miki. Miki Koizumi."

"So, Hikaru, wanna go bother Boss?" the one Miki thought was Hikaru said.

"Huh?" Miki asked, still a little off-put by their warning.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Kaoru and that's Hikaru."

"But I thought you were Hikaru...Now you're Kaoru?"

They snickered and dashed away.

"The one on the left is Kaoru and the one of the right is Hikaru. You'd better learn to tell the difference between the two or they'll keep bothering you."

"Oh, hi, Haruhi. Thanks so much; they were bugging me earlier today. By the way, did you understand the Calc lesson today? It made absolutely no sense." Haruhi laughed.

"Nope. I figured you would know because you're a genius."

"Math is my worst subject," Miki replied. "If I could, I would repeat Algebra over and over and over again, until I've completed the required credits."

This time, they both laughed.

"Miss Koizumi?" Miki turned around.

"Yes?"

"I have something to ask of you," Kyoya asked. "This is incredibly rude to ask a customer, but I heard that you're attending Ouran with Mori's money. Is this true?"

Blushing, Miki nodded. "My dad didn't receive the application for scholarship until it was too late, and I really wanted to go to Ouran. Mori offered to pay for me and pretend I was under scholarship." She looked away from Kyoya. "Please don't tell anyone. I figure since you know almost everything about everyone, it wouldn't really hurt to tell you."

"Actually, I have an offering to make. Is it possible for you to cook for the club? Prices of catering skyrocketed last week, and the host club would make more profit if the food was made here. Since you're here on someone else's money, we can split the profit. This way, the club still makes a profit and you are able to pay Mori off."

"You're offering me half of the food profits? That's awfully generous for someone like you. Not as an insult or anything, but..." Miki's voice trailed off.

"Unless you volunteer to work for us, all employees are paid. It's simple business."

"Oh. I'll do it. Sure."

"Wonderful. Welcome to the club, Miss Koizumi."