At the noble and famous Ouran Academy, everything was made to answer the needs – may they be rational or quite eccentric – of their students. Students from wealthy families, and working on taking succession of their legacy, which made the main goal of the school different from any regular one : it was about helping those children to learn what was needed to lead a business, and deal with other wealthy families. The school was the best place to make friend, to encounter futur business partners, and create a network.

For these reasons, one could find music rooms, but also kitchen worthy of the greatest chef, or greenhouses, thus answering to any and every hobbies possible. Many clubs also existed to offer a point of gathering to the differents heirs of compagnies in the same kind of busineess. And a lot of second or third children of a family found thanks to those clubs a way to create their own oopportunities.

A yound man was standing in one of those kitchen, he couldn't be more than sixteen, even if his shoulders were broader than usual. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up his elbows, and his bag, along with his tie and jacket were lying on a chair in a corner of the room. His chestnut-brown short hair were draned at the back of his head with a pink and yellow headband that didn't really belonged on the head of such a masculine boy. Not that it phased him much. For now, he seemed busy to peel orange with a content smile and a calm demeanor.

That boy was Hori Kazuuchi, and he was standing differently than his classmate concerning his futur. He was relaxed and unconcerned by everything at stakes in these years of preparation for the succession of his parents. After class, he would hang on in the kitchen to indulge himself to his hobbie : baking. It was more quiet at school than home, with his bunch of younger sisters and brothers that kept getting in his way to get sweets. Being the eldest, he was in charge of everything when his parents were away, which happened quite often since their compagny of production of fruits was extended in the whole country and even abroad to produce every kind of fruits. They were always on business trips, and Kazuuchi had to take care of things at home, leaving him in position of head of the family instead of his father.

Once the orange were perfectly peeled, he cut them slices of the same size. Then he checked his syrup made of water, sugar and zest of orange, that had been simmering for the last two hours. He took back the zest and put them to dry. Then he brought back together the orange and put a stick of cinnamon in the middle of each, before putting them in a plate in the oven.

In a pan, he added 100 gram of acacia's honey with a cup of water and the juice of the oranges, then cinnamon, letting it simmer and then cutting the heat. The mixing was left to rest a little and then was used to coat the orange in the oven. Kazuuchi had to coat them regularly with the syrup for the next twenty minutes of cooking.

He was cleaning his work surface while keeping an eye on the oven when the door opened on another student. The baker greated him with a brief nod and kept cleaning his plates and kitchen ustensils to avoid that the sugar stuck on it, which made it a nightmar to clean afterward.

_ Hori Kazuuchi, from 1-A? Asked the newcomer.

_ Himself, replied the high-schooler still focused on his work.

The newcomer stayed silent for a moment, waiting for him to say something else, but seeing as the silence was just getting thicker, he came clother to the kitchen counter and asked curiously:

_ What's in the oven?

_ Honeyed oragnes.

_ It smells amazing, is it for a special occasion?

_ Not really, it's more of a hobbie, really.

_ I see... But I can't help to think that it's a shame that none get to taste it.

Kazuuchi had already thought about it of course, he hated wasting and cooking only to let his work go to waste wasn't in his principle.

_ Most of the time, I leave it for the cleaning staff to eat, or sometime I give it to my classmate, or people on my way home. And if I still have some, my families clean it in no time.

The middle school kid opened wide his blue eyes, surprised, and then smiled softly. It was a sunny smile, that lighted his features.

_ You're as warm as your classmates claimed you were!

_ Yeah? Replied the baker with an amused smile.

For him, it was the normal thing to do. Growing up with a horde of siblings younger than him had taught him to share without second thought. Sometime it could be a little frustrating to have to share everything, but the joy it brought them was worth it. His amusement increased when the blond kid took a very formal demeanor and spoke with great determination :

_ my name is Suoh Tamaki, last year of middle school, and I am currently gathering some student to build a club next year. And I would really love for you to be a part of it, Hori-sempai.

_ Hm.

Kazuuchi wiped his hands on a towel and went to the oven to coat the oranges again in their syrup. After waiting for an answer, Tamaki tried again :

_ Are you interested ?

_ Well, you still have to tell me what kind of club.

Tamaki's answer made him blink and stop everything he was doing. He turned back to look at the blond, and when he realized the serious of his words, his reaction was quite simple. He burst out laughing.

Evening, this is my fist time publishing in english, so please forgive any mistake ou might have seen, or might see in the future. I've been wnating to write on Host Club for a while, but it doesn't sound as good in french, the characters are harder to manage or so I think.

Anyway, I hope you like that first introduction of my OC. I've yet to decide what to do about him on the romance side but well. Any suggestion are welcomed at this point ! If any of you want to create a character (a new host or customers or even Kazuuchi's siblings) I'd be happy to include them in this story !