Perception.
-an ouran high school host club fanfic. Standard disclaimers apply.
They say that to get a better understanding of something, sometimes a shift of perception is needed. It can be physical, emotional or psychological, but of course, it would need a catalyst.
Like the Host Club with Haruhi, whom they thought was a guy. And while Haruhi didn't react the way regular guys do, it didn't mean anything out of the ordinary. Maybe this was just how commoners were. To them, Haruhi was nothing more than a commoner who owed them bigtime.
Until they took off the ugly glasses. Then, Haruhi became a "product," a "marketable item." Something they could use to gain what they had lost when the vase broke, as well as entertain them to some degree.
Until, one by one, they found out that Haruhi was actually female. Which changed her status from "marketable product," to "interesting, desirable item."
They could now give her more value, and consider her in a different way from before. It was interesting how such small, insignificant things such as a pair of glasses, and/or choice of clothing could alter how people thought and acted towards others.
It was this thought that Kyouya was currently toying with, as he walked into the Third Music Room, without his glasses. And while it didn't really bother him, what the clients, or anyone else thought of it, there was someone in particular, whose opinion he was interested in-hence the glasses' absence.
He thought he'd try a little harmless experiment.
A group of girls, approached him, interestedly, and asked him if he was a new host, and what his name was, and so forth. He was about to answer, when he heard a somewhat mildly surprised voice greet him evenly.
"Kyouya-sempai."
It was Haruhi.
EEEEEHHH?!?!?!?! The clients all gasped in unison.
"Quite right." He answered. "Good morning, Haruhi." He calmly walked over to his usual desk, and opened his laptop to begin the day's work. Aware of the faux pas they had just committed, the clients who suddenly wanted to request him, found it hard to walk over and do so.
Of course, since he was the only administrator, requests for his own person were attended to by him, and above all, nothing-nothing should come between him and personal profit.
So he gave them a gentle smile, and encouraged by this behavior, one by one, they started to come closer.
The club activity was running smoothly, the way it usually did, although today promised to become a very busy day. Of course, he had expected it to be, and had already planned in advance.
He smiled slightly, causing his current clients to squeal in delight.
He would just have to make time with her, later.
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This is temporarily a oneshot fic. Not sure if I have enough imagination to continue. Please read and review. Suggestions and humorous plot devices are welcomed!