DISCLAIMER: I OWN NO CHARACTERS OF OURAN, just my own idea for the story.
Day [VI]CCXXX
There have been so many occasions upon which I would hear someone comment about how I am the only "straight man" when it comes to the members of the Host Club here at Ouran Academy. However, such remarks are usually made by those who only know me by reputation or from the club's activities and services; and not from talking to me on a normal basis. While it may be true that I tend not to exaggerate as much or as often as the twins or Tamaki, calling me the "straight man" is not exactly accurate.
You see, although I am fine with such misconceptions of me, for once I would think someone would realize that that statement is not true in all senses of the phrase.
"…Kyōya-sempai?" The slightly too feminine for a male pulled me away from my train of thought for the time being.
The black notebook within my hands promptly clasped shut, annoyance with her slipping past my guard by a few millimeters. "Yes, Haruhi?" That caused the first-year honor student to stutter in reply, incoherent enough for me to be able to continue without much of a reply from her. "Shouldn't you be entertaining your guests? Your debt isn't even halfway repaid yet." The look on her face was simply priceless…and people tell me I have no sense of humor.
A "straight-man" sure, if you were speaking in the sense of hysterics. However…
Only one voice could distract me from across the room, and that person currently stood surrounded by at least five female students from various classes and years. Yes, Tamaki Suoh. The most idiotic, self-giving fool I've ever met, yet I can't help but have taken a liking to the possible heir. His voice invaded my thoughts, the words I write or type at times, but mostly that baka slipped into my very being and disrupted its order.
Tamaki is a very…unique person. I'm not sure what exactly draws me to him, considering how different of individuals we are, but those reasons may be slowly showing themselves. He's amusing, although completely stupid as well, naïve but endearing at the same time, and impossibly irresistible to my brain. He
"Oi, Kyōya-sempai," one first-year male started only to have his younger brother finish it in a harmonic tone to his sibling's. "Shouldn't you be working on club activities instead of…" the true harmony finally sounded. "…writing about the boss?"
Snap. Click. "You two would do wise not to mention anything to anyone and return to your guests' sides immediately." Clearly the frozen tone was enough to persuade the twins for the time being, but just to make sure I noted to suggest to Tamaki a slight change in hosting duties for a week or so… Kyōya Ohtori did not get angry, for the most part; he simply got revenge in his own way. How did they sneak up on me like that anyway? A mere few seconds' glance towards a certain enthusiastic blond-haired, violet-eyed second-year gave me all the answers I needed. Tamaki.
There is no possible way that anyone can say that I am a straight man if they knew this. Then again, most of them may not understand. The only reason they are entertained by the twins when they do such stunts is because everyone is aware that it is all just an act. I have no solid reason to even think of anything of that sort...and especially not when it comes to my best friend.
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