Seven Days of Hosts
I don't know why I wrote this. I suppose I am on an Ouran high... literally. Anyways, this is not mary-sue, and no, the character is not me. I tried to make it an anonymous female student who just entered, so as to not be too specific. This is simply an outsiders view to what the host club acts like.
This chapter is the introduction, the observations will be after this.
Anyways, this is my first Ouran fic, so I'm sorry if I mess up anything, or if everyone else has their own way of saying "Huni". Personally, I like "Honey" or "Hunny", but I got the impression that "Huni" would be best used.
Disclaimer.. I own nothing, and we all know this. Bye bye.
As a new student at the prestigious Ouran Academy, I entered in the Grade 11 division with a scholarship. The first week at this school seemed to go without me worrying about anything going on around me, I simply studied, hoping to get the grades I needed to enter collage for a degree in medicine. Maybe a pharmacist, maybe a doctor, or maybe a nurse? I wasn't sure which, but I knew this was the path I hoped to take, and this school was the school to attend if I wanted to make it that high in life in Japan.
After about a week, other students began to approach me out of curiosity. One of the first was a curiously tiny student, with blonde hair, and the biggest smile ever as she held a bunny. After a quick double-take, I realize that, no, this was not a little girl.. this was a little boy, and not even that, this 'little' boy was from my grade, making him not so little.
"Hello! You're new aren't you?!" The tiny student piped up, in the highest pitch voice ever. I raised an eyebrow, and nodded, putting down the study guide I had been glancing over.
"Do you want to hold my bunny?!" Now the student held out his pink bunny. It was the cutest toy I had ever seen, and complete with its holder, it was an adorable accessory.. if you were into the shota type.
"Um.. I suppose. Excuse me, but what is your name?" Taking the bunny from his hands, I received the biggest grin I had ever seen in my life.
"My name is Haninozuka Mitsukuni! But everyone calls me Huni!" He piped again, in his sugar toned voice.
"Huni..? Hmm.. that's a cute nickname." At this point, I looked above the little ball of joy, to see a hulking man standing behind him. I double-take again, not expecting this guy to still be in high school. He definitely had that older and mature vibe to him, but when Huni decided to scale this man, he suddenly didn't seem as frightening as before.
"This is Takashi!" Huni squeaked, holding on to Takashi's head.
"Hm.." Takashi mumbled.
I nodded, handing the bunny back to Huni, with Takashi taking it up, and passing it to the small boy on his shoulders. "Well.. it was... nice to meet you two.." I managed to say, still surprised by what was happening before me.
"Bye bye! We'll see you tomorrow!!" Huni waved as Takashi turned around, walking him and Huni out of the room... Huni still waving his hand.
When I went to retrieve my things, a herd of girls approach me.
"I saw you talking to Mori-sempai, and Huni-sempai!!" The girls seemed to be fainting before me. "Do you know them!? Could you introduce us!?"
"I just met them today," I shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"They're in the host club.. and SOOO dreamy!!" The girls continued their faint-a-thon.
"Host Club..?" I turned away from the girls, suddenly intrigued. A high school host club? Is that legal? Being a fan of pretty boys myself, I decided I should gather information, and check out this.. "club".
Tomorrow.. I will begin my investigation of this club.
So concludes the introduction. Stay tuned for the beginning of the observations... Starting with Huni!