A/N: So, I decided to tackle Ouran High School Host Club! Why not? Now, here's the thing. In case you're not familiar with how I run my fan fiction, this is READER FIC. You, the reader, are known as Lana, a transfer student that managed to get into Ouran Academy. There will be some triggers throughout this story that include self-harming and depression and anxiety and various mental health issues/the angst and comfort that goes along with it. I'll give you a heads up when I do make mentions of these things (By the way, there's a brief implication of cutting in this chapter). Let's just say, I was having a bad night and I needed to go to my happy place. That just so happens to be Music Room #3. So, without further dudes…Kiss, Kiss.

I guess all that time in the books paid off. I managed to score a scholarship to Ouran Academy. Usually, that school was reserved for the aristocracy. I am but a lowly commoner. That's fine. As long as I keep my head down and blend into the background, I won't be noticed and I'll managed to get through. Right?

I kept a white cardigan on over my big, yellow dress to keep people from asking questions and to not draw attention to myself. The last thing I wanted to do was explain my scars. They were no one else's business but mine. Not my classmates. Not my parents. Not the doctors. I had my reasons. I'll leave it at that.

As soon as the final bell rang on the first day of the new term, I decided to explore the school a little. Honestly, I just wanted to find somewhere quiet and secluded to study. This school has four libraries, but one of them can't be quiet? Or borderline vacant? I looked up at a sign that said Music Room No. 3. It looked pretty abandoned. But once I opened the door, I realized how wrong I was.

I was blasted in the face with cherry blossom petals. That wasn't how I imagined my death. Or even how I imagined the rest of my day going. But amongst the commotion that was the flower petals, a chorus of boys sang out, "Welcome!"

"Say," one of them, I'm assuming their leader, spoke out, "I've never seen you in here before, princess."

I nearly choked on air when he called me princess. I had no idea what to do. He had me completely frozen. I could hardly see any of them. I think I might have started to black out, "I-I'm new. I just st-started here."

"Aren't you a commoner, too?" another asked.

"Just like you, Haru-chan!" another voice chimed.

I started to regain my vision and my footing and I saw them all sitting in front of me. Wow. They were cute. Which made this even worse! I could feel a nosebleed becoming imminent. I needed to sit down before I…I…

Too late.

When I regained consciousness, I heard muffled voices around me. Some of them sounded almost panicked. Way to go, Lana. You didn't want to draw attention to yourself, yet here you are, causing trouble for a group of boys that don't even know you. Congratulations. You earned your gold star for the day.

"What do you suppose we do, Tamaki?"

"I don't know. Should we try waking her?"

"Probably shouldn't do that, senpai. It would only make her worse."

Hold on. That was a girl's voice. I thought they were all boys…

"What happened?" I slowly opened my eyes.

"There you are," the tall, blonde, pretty boy chimed, "Good to have you back. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I sat up, "Just fainted. You don't need to worry about me."

"My name is Tamaki," he introduced himself, "You're the new transfer student, aren't you? Lana, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "That's me. How do you know about me, Tamaki?"

"It's not every day a commoner comes through the doors of Ouran Academy," the one in the glasses looked down at his notebook, "The last time it happened was our own Haruhi."

"Are you an honor student, too, Lana?" the girl asked. I could only assume that was Haruhi.

"Yeah," I pulled myself together a little better, standing on my own two feet, "I just wanted somewhere to study."

"Be careful," she smiled, "That might lead to you breaking an eight-million-yen vase."

"Eight million yen?" my heart stopped and I stumbled over my own two feet, "I don't have that kind of money."

"Don't worry," Tamaki settled me, sitting me back down, "We won't make you join the host club."

"Host club?" I gave him a look, "What do you mean?"

"It's your first time," he explained, "In the confines of this room, the school's handsomest boys entertain beautiful young ladies such as yourself that have way too much time on their hands."

"But I don't have too much time on my hands," I tried getting up, "I just want to study."

"You shouldn't push yourself," Tamaki kept me on the sofa, "You'll just end up passing out again. Kyoya, call a doctor."

"No!" I snapped, "Don't do that. Please don't. You've already done too much. I don't need a doctor. Whatever you do, please don't call a doctor."

"Alright," Kyoya put his phone back in his pocket, "I won't call a doctor."

"Haruhi," Tamaki kept his voice low, "Could you bring her a cup of tea?"

"Sure," Haruhi obliged.

"No," I stopped her, "That's alright. You don't need to. I should be going anyway."

"But you just got here," the twins spoke in unison.

"Really," I stood, "I'm fine. You don't need to worry. I'll be ok. Bye!"

I sprinted out the door as soon as humanly possible. I couldn't handle it. They had never met me before, but they wanted to help me? I didn't understand. And being the center of attention like that made my skin crawl. I just wanted to study! Instead, I got a reverse harem throwing me into one of the worst anxiety attacks I've had in a while. Well, I guess it's time to change the x days without anxiety ruining my life counter.

I couldn't believe the school would even allow such a thing. They were practically prostituting themselves out of the music room. I don't care how cute they all were. Something about it struck me as wrong and immoral and downright disgusting. They toyed with the emotions of their clientele and that wasn't fair. I was going to double up on my medication and give them a piece of my mind tomorrow!

Although…

It was kind of nice that they tried to take care of me after I fainted. Maybe they're not evil. Or wrong. Or immoral. Or disgusting. Maybe I overreacted. That wouldn't surprise me. I'm kind of the queen of overreactions. Maybe instead of judging them so quickly, I should give them a chance. I'd be ok. I mean, they can't be all that bad if they tried helping a lost cause like me.

A/N: End chapter one. I'm not sure if I'll do this one on a weekly basis like the others. Like I said, this one happened because I was having a rough night and the music room is my happy place. I wouldn't say this is half bad for a first chapter. Maybe I'll post another one next week. Maybe I won't. Don't hold your breath and I'll see you next chapter. xx