Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction, so I do hope you guys enjoy it! I really don't know where I got the inspiration for this...
All characters belong to Bisco Hatori, no matter how much I wish Honey-senpai was mine. Or Hikaru. Or Kaoru...
Haruhi Fujioka sat in the third music room on the Ouran Academy campus. All of the male members of the host club were busy down in the drama club gathering outfits for today's theme: Cross-dressing. This all seemed rather…. Incompetent in the lone female's opinion, but incompetent had become the norm for her.
Haruhi had already gotten her "uniform" for the day: An Ouran Academy female student's uniform. It wasn't as though she hadn't worn one before, but today it was rather uncomfortable. To actually flaunt her feminine figure in front of the hormonally-charged bodies of the men who were the only customers today? Isn't that what Tamaki-senpai had told her not to do? She sighed and shook her head when suddenly the door slammed open.
"Haruhi!" came Tamaki's happy voice, "Look at the beautiful dresses we found! Try this one on." And with that he held up a rather... perverted one. "I highly doubt that any girl that goes here would wear that rag," Haruhi stated, disgusted in his choice. The simple black dress would fall to her knees and had a split up her thigh. The back was barely even there, and the padding on it would make her breasts two sizes bigger.
Hikaru and Kaoru walked in behind Tamaki, pausing only for a second to see why their "King" was in the fetal position. "Haruhi?" they said in unison. "An ugly dress," she sighed. "Ah." The two walked over and leaned against her on their designated sides. Kaoru on the left, Hikaru on the right. "Cute outfit," Kaoru smiled. "Suits you," Hikaru grinned.
"You didn't say that the first time," Haruhi mumbled as she once again readjusted the bow around her neck. "I thought you were!" Honey said as he came into the room on Mori's shoulders. "Much cuter than cake!" "Honey-senpai, that makes no sense," Haruhi said quietly, not really wanting to hurt his feelings, but still feeling the need to correct him. That's what an honor student did, was it not?
The little blonde-haired boy looked as though he were deeply disappointed. Until, that is, the tall and dark haired Mori held a piece of cake up to where Honey was sitting on his shoulders. "Strawberry shortcake! My favorite!" Honey grinned and pulled a fork out of…. somewhere and began to eat.
The boy lolita's eating habits always interested Haruhi. But not today. Today she just wanted to go home and change back into her normal clothes. Not the ones like her father tried to push her to wear, but the boyish clothes she had worn to Ouran for the first week or so.