"Excuse me," A soft voice called from the doorway of music room three. It was before club hours. "I'm looking for a... Haninozuka Mitsukuni, I've been told this was where I could find him. This is the Host Club, correct?" Kyoya looked up from his laptop to see a slim girl dressed in the traditional uniform. The difference was that there were cherry blossoms embroidered on the left side, reaching from hip to hem. Hand embroidered, by the looks of it. " My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I have a delivery for him." Her hair was a deep raven, her eyes a shimmering sky blue.She had traditional European features, including a smattering of freckles that didn't show up on her school picture. Over all, what he'd expected from the heiress of the Dupain-Cheng bakery chain. Recently, the owners had moved to Japan to enroll their daughter in Ouran, and expand their empire.

"Yay! My macaroons are here!" A small blond bounced across the room to Marinette. " I'm Haninozuka Mitsukuni! Were do I sign?" He shifted from foot to foot, excited as could be. She held out a clipboard with cherry blossoms like the ones on her dress. Upon receiving the required signatures she turned to leave. Suddenly, she let out an indignant squeak, as she felt the hem of her dress lifted.

" Hey, Kaoru, come check this out! " A redhead exclaimed. Another's hand began tracing the embroidery, looking for flaws. She grabbed a wrist in each dainty yet calloused hand, turned, and flung the boys further into the room.

"Ohmygoodness, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I panicked! I'm not a fan of strangers touching me." Her whole face was beet red, as she stammered out an apology

"Tch, what did I tell you terrors about inspecting people's clothes while they're wearing them!?" A lanky blond snapped at the twins.

"Sorry, miss. That was quite rude of us."

"We're fine, no harm done." She let out a sigh of relief. Tamaki perked up, realizing that this was a new girl.

"So, what kind of guys do you prefer? We have the devil type, as you know. The boy lolita type, who's the one munching on the macaroons, and the one behind him is the strong and silent type. We also have the cool type,if that's what you're into. Or maybe," He grabbed her chin and brought his face close to hers." you're into my type, pricely type." She laughed, pushing him away.

"Nice try with the whole flirting thing, but I've seen better." His jaw dropped.

"Who? Who could be better than moi? Mamma, what did I do wrong?!" Tamaki wailed.

"First, it's the whole almost-non-consensual kiss. And to answer your question. the savior of Paris, Chat Noir. A few Akuma targeted me back home, and he was in charge of guarding me. He decided to try and flirt with me. He has the whole skin-tight learlther catsuit thing going for him, though. Better luck with your clients!" She chirped, leaving the room.

Hikaru and Kaoru poked at Tamaki as he hid in the corner.

"Wow, boss!"

"She shot you down hard!"

"Mamma, I know what our next theme will be! We'll do the Miraculous Team of my homeland! I shall be the great Chat Noir! Twins, you can be Rena Rouge illusions! Mori, you will be Carapace, with Huni as you sheild! Kyoya can be Hawkmoth! And of course, Haruhi as Ladybug!" Kyoya hummed, hiding his amusement. It would be hard to pull of, but the clients were sure to love the skin tight body armor. Either way seeing the 'King' of the host club get slighted was hilarious.

Haruhi walked in, saw the self-proclaimed kings mood, turned to Kyoya, and asked:

" Do I even want to know?"