Like I said in the description, I know this has been done to the nth degree but I really wanted to try the concept. I hope you like the respective host for the respective sin. I tried my best. I don't own Ouran, Hatori-sensei does! Please enjoy!
Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, a veritable den of sin guaranteed to make the most immoral fantasies a reality. Which host will be chosen? What's the guest's favorite type? Always a guessing game at the Host Club, especially regarding those twin devils. In the mood to relax and bask in a studious presence? Want to gamble away your hard-earned cash? Or would you prefer to be fawned over by the most princely of our gentlemen? Have a sweet tooth crying out for indulgence? Need the flames of wrath fanned? We have all this and more. Welcome, ladies. The Host Club has been waiting for you.
Haruhi yawned. She hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before due to cramming for an exam the following day she had forgotten about. The exam went extremely well, but Haruhi's appearance as a host was suffering.
"Haruhi-kun? What's wrong?" trilled one customer, a rare redhead with pigtails. Haruhi gave her a wan smile.
"I'm fine, kitten," she reassured the girl, unaware of her use of Tamaki's favorite nickname for customers. "Just a little sleepy."
"Um!" The redhead flushed and patted her thighs. "You can use me as a pillow!" The other girl's in Haruhi's area gasped scandalously. Such a casual approach to get Haruhi's attention! They watched feverishly as Haruhi considered the redhead's offer.
"I think I will. Thanks, kitten." With that, Haruhi scooched down the sofa and laid her head squarely in the girl's lap. Her face turned as ruddy as her hair, and the other girls were on the verge of dying from jealousy. They remained vigilant silently, adoring Haruhi's impossibly cute sleeping face. Tamaki crept up quietly behind one of Haruhi's customers and snapped a quick picture of her face. He was running desperately low on new pictures for his collection of Haruhi photos and this was just what he needed. That, and Kyoya needed new photos for this quarter's photobooks.
The redhead absentmindedly began stroking Haruhi's hair, and her snoring was the icing on the cake. That day, Haruhi received triple the amount of reservations she usually got, and the other Hosts simply smiled. It was the magic of their natural rookie at work.