"Honey-senpai, how do you do your hair like that?"

"Usa-chan is so adorable, like you!"

"Would you like a cookie?"

Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka glanced at the treat offered to him, and nodded. Delicately brushing the young woman's hand, a flirtatious but subtle move, he whisked the cookie away. The girl blushed, and turned to her friend with a muffled giggle. Honey broke a chunk of cookie off, and held it up to her porcelain face. She opened her mouth and he popped it in. The entire table broke into a simultaneous sigh, followed by shrieks from his eager guests.

"Honey, feed me next!"

"Don't waste your time on them, when you can feed me!"

Honey turned pink and he flopped into one of their laps, tumbling out of his cousin Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka's lap. He looked up at them with his big, chocolate brown eyes and whimpered, "If you keep fighting like this, I'll cry." Instantly, the crowd of fans stopped. They stared at him with fearful looks, and inched away from each other out of their combat positions.

"Everyone will have their turn!" Honey exclaimed, proceeding to purposefully swish a lock of blond hair in his field of vision. And so they did, despite there being girls eager to line up again.

Suddenly, there was a loud screech from Tamaki's table. Everyone's heads turned and they winced at the feedback from what they could now see was a bullhorn. Tamaki Suoh, leader and founder of the Host Club, smiled cheerily. "Thank you everyone for requesting us, and visiting us here at the Host Club today. It means a lot and all of your requests fund our dances and special events. Love you all!"

And that was how it went at the Host Club.

Founded by Tamaki himself, it was a club for boys who attended Ouran Academy, and were interested in entertaining young women. Students could request someone and spend time with them, while enjoying pastries and coffee.

The boys in the club were tailored to suit a wide variety of tastes; they were each attractive in a certain perspective.

The girls attending today's meet-up filed out of the room, saying wistful goodbyes to their favorite host. Tamaki ushered them out, throwing rose petals everywhere. He loved them for decoration, and thought they added that extra appeal.

"Did we do all right today?" Tamaki asked, and looked at each member with a twinkle in his dark blue eyes.

"We did okay." Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, the class clowns, replied. They both looked into each other's amber eyes and their pale red hair jutted out into their jawlines. "The ladies really liked our latest script today." Hikaru snickered. "We told them about this one time at the fair -" Kaoru was interrupted.

"I calculated our sales for today and we did a little below average. But everyone seemed entertained." Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki's best friend and Mr. Cool, replied.

"I fed people cookies." Honey shrugged.

"Everyone's still fooled." Haruhi Fujioka said.

Haruhi was actually a female disguised as a male. She broke a vase worth more than she ever made in her life; it was to be used for an auction, but it was shattered to pieces. So to repay her debt, she decided to pretend to be a male. It wasn't too hard, either. With her floppy brown hair and her swirling brown eyes, she looked like the boy next door.

And that was her role in the production that was the Host Club.

Everyone maintained their roles; it was one of the unspoken rules of the club. Using their personas, they won over the hearts of their requesters. And they couldn't fall in love with anyone.

Constantly flirting would break the relationship immediately, unless the person was extremely patient; and they wouldn't know the real you.

But Honey had never had to worry about that problem. His contribution was fairly easy, considering his childish appearance. All he had to do was fall into arms and easy stuff like that. He'd never let himself fall for one of his guests. It would be a let-down to everyone on the team.

"Today was a success, everyone." Tamaki said, as one by one they drifted from the room.