Prologue
The first day of school is always exciting for students. New supplies have been bought and packed away in their carriers; uniforms are pressed, new, and pristine. For some, this new school year came with new friends to make, moving from elementary to middle school, or middle school to high school. For others, the majority, it was seeing friends and acquaintances again after a small break apart. It's now the time to reconnect, study hard, and find new paths for bright young minds.
Ouran Academy, the most prestigious school in all of Japan, started on the same day as most others. Flurries of yellow and blue, standard uniform colors for the men and women attending the high school section, made their ways through the open gates to the building, painted in a light shade of pink. Only the elite of the elite attended such an academy, as the uniforms themselves cost thousands of dollars. Everyone there seemed to know each other in some way, as most were sons and daughters of major company owners. It was a way to make business connections as well as get an education. It was a win for the parents and a win for the students.
For the second years in class A, they were privileged. At least, the ladies saw it that way. The two most handsome men in their grade were in that class, top students in their grade previously. Not only that, but they also ran a club together, the president and the vice-president together as friends. They walked in together, naturally, as they caught up on events that went on while they weren't together during the summer and what to do for their club's first meeting. Last year's recruitment went very well, as now everyone the president wanted were all in high school. The club consisted of two first years, two second years, and two third years, all very diverse in their own way. Yet the president couldn't help but feel like a crucial part of their club was missing, but he had yet to figure it out. Which is why he was talking it over with his vice-president currently.
"Kyoya, seriously, I don't know what it is that could possibly be missing!" the president exclaimed, bringing even more attention to the duo. The vice-president, Kyoya, simply kept the calm smile on his face as he found his seat, right next to the exuberant blonde.
"Tamaki, we have covered any aspect there could possibly be. I don't know what you could possibly be missing from our group. All of our men are diverse and attractive in their own sense. Nothing could possibly be missing. If there is, though, I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough," the black-haired male explained. That didn't put the blonde's nerves at ease, though.
Time was ticking, and it was close to the start of class but Tamaki was no closer to figuring out just what was missing. He found the perfect males to enter his club, and the ladies were excited for club activities to start up in the next two weeks. What could it be?
The teacher walked in, a burly man in his late forties, but also a very kind and excellent teacher. He greeted the class with a smile, excited for the new, fresh faces he got to teach first period to, mathematics, along with being their homeroom teacher.
"Everyone, good morning!" A chorus of good mornings followed suit, most excited but with a few tired and bored tones to it. "I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year, Mr. Yamamuto. Pleasure to be teaching you all." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Now, before we begin with morning announcements, I do have someone to introduce you all to. She's a transfer from South Korea, and some of you may know her. Miss Lee, please come in."
This definitely grabbed everyone's attention, minus the attentive Kyoya, who kept track of everyone in the school and who might be of benefit to know. He looked over the young girl's file, seeing as how she was someone from out of the country he may wish to make her acquaintance. Unfortunately, there wasn't much information on her, only her name, birthday, and that she was an heiress to a large company in Korea. Not even a picture was included, which was fair since she was transferring and probably didn't have her picture taken for her ID at the time Kyoya checked. Still, his interest was piqued.
It didn't take long for the girl to enter, and she honestly would have drawn attention to her whether the teacher announced her presence or not. It was a bit difficult to ignore the flaming pink hair walking through the door. That wasn't her most striking feature though. In fact, it was her smile that drew everyone in. Her skin was fair, pale to the standards held in Korean. Dark brown eyes looked over each student, gracing everyone with a small glance. Her lips were uplifted into a gentle smile, but it still showed off her dimple of her right cheek. She was clad in the yellow uniform, her stature a bit short, standing at about 160cm, just about 5 feet 3 inches tall. She was definitely a sight to behold, as guys and girls alike looked on at her beauty with admiration.
"Everyone, it's nice to meet you all," she spoke, her voice light and melodic, her Japanese flawless. "My name is Lee Hyeji, next in line to take over SM Entertainment, daughter of Lee Sooman. I hope you all will take care of me." She gave a small bow, as per tradition in both Japan and Korea. A small clatter sounded, a girl in the front row close to Hyeji. Before the girl could grasp her fallen pencil, Hyeji bent down on one knee while picking up the pencil, setting it into the girl's hand with swiftness. A larger smile exposed on her face, close to a smirk, as she held onto the girl's hand.
"A woman with hands like yours shouldn't be near the floor. Please, allow me to get this for you." Her words were flirtatious by nature, her eyes lidded as she gazed to the girl who was now blushing. She stuttered a thank you, smiling back at Hyeji as she put a hand to her face. "It was my pleasure, sweetheart." With that, Hyeji stood at full stance, girls gossiping and giggling amongst each other, not yet daring to approach her, as class was soon to start.
"I figured it our Kyoya," Tamaki stated, staring at the girl with his mouth open in a small o. Kyoya knew where this was going, and couldn't help but think this may end up working for their favor. There was nothing wrong with it, and it'll bring in a larger range of customers. "We need a hostess."
Hello everyone! New to FF, so it's my first fan fiction on here, but I'm certainly not new to the world of fan fiction! Thought of this story on a whim, and here I am! If you want to leave a comment, message me, or just like it, I'd be so happy! If you ever want to talk, you can just call me Yun~
Yun signing off.
