"It's a trap!" - Admiral Ackbar of the rebel alliance, early in the Battle of Endor.
Houshakuji Renge had always found it annoying when, as the series went on, her doujinshi ended up contradicting canon. It had happened before to her a couple times, and annoyed her both of them; her wealth may have given her inside access to plenty of series, but she had to give up on her old Akito/Hatori doujinshi upon learning of the seme's reverse trap status just the same.
Yes, some doujin-ka would've continued, caring only for the sexiness of the characters, and if they had to make het into yaoi, so be it. But while Renge may have been the sort to play dating sims and scream 'moeeeee!' at sufficiently adorable characters, or even cosplay people before their character designs were released to the general public, that was just going too far.
Okay, maybe it was just some personal, reason-defying pet peeve; after all, she had proven quite capable of fangirling Kyouya because he looked like some bishie from Uki Doki Memorial, while leaving herself completely blind to the shocked reactions of all the Host Club as she talked about Kyouya's gentle, friendly actions.
But still, she liked to think she had gained a bit of character development since her introduction: for one, the target of her affections had changed. It was Haruhi who was the kindest, Haruhi who had convinced her to stop stereotyping characters – and in that, surprisingly, Haruhi who had accidentally increased her appreciation for a couple early dating sims with surprisingly complex characters.
And "he" didn't lack in looks, either – but then again, none of the host club would've looked out of place in a series like Fruits Basket. (Especially Hunny.) Of course, in this case it wasn't just a matter of "author likes drawing pretty boys"; the host club always sought out the prettiest... but Haruhi was one of them! "He", for all "his" denouncing of stereotyping, was the perfect example of a shy uke-boy, and "his" occasional bursts of coolness unseen in someone like Shuichi only made "him" cooler.
He. His. Him. Renge had never suspected otherwise; the seventh lightbulb, unseen at that starting point before her own Kyouya-fangirling introduction, seemed as though it would never turn on.
Of course, regardless of how things seemed, life had a way of working out in unexpected, bizarre turns. Such as how Haruhi had just tripped on her dramatice entrance platform, then fallen face-first into her arms. Or how, upon her instinctive, wholly traditional act of bishie-squeezing, she felt a distinct, squishy, unmasculine softness through the fabric of the host's shirt.
Feeling Haruhi's breasts pressed against her, Houshakuji Renge made three important realizations. First off, Fujioka Haruhi, her longtime crush, was in fact a female. Therefore, given that the rest of the host club were absolutely beautiful, and she spent so much of her time interacting with them, the adventures of the Ouran High School Host Club were basically that of a harem series, if one in reverse, like in Fushigi Yuugi. And thirdly, the otaku community. which constitute up a substantial portion of all anime viewing audiences, tend to root for their own – and wouldn't it be nice for a series to exist where the otaku gets the girl?
That third reason was why, before Haruhi could disentangle herself from her fall, Renge wrapped her arms tightly around the back of the other girl's head, then pressed Haruhi's lips to her own.
As for why Haruhi seemed even more into the kiss than she was, well, that part she didn't understand at all, but some things were far too pleasant to be worth questioning.
