So I realized today that Ichigo is in his last year of school. So I thought that I'd just have everyone else in the same year as they are in the show so there's no confusion. I thought I'd made it clear before I continue.

Ichigo turned on his back and covered his eyes with his elbow. He woke up a few minutes ago with a headache and regretted staying up late the day before.

Once his conversation with Orihime had ended, he quickly ate something and did his homework. Which he didn't finish until midnight. If he hadn't finished it then, he would've given up entirely.

With a groan, Ichigo forced himself to roll out of bed and start getting ready for school. This time though, he made an extra effort to grab his headphones.

He didn't want to hear why they were saying about them and didn't want his friends back home to know about it. Though he had a feeling they already knew.

Grabbing his backpack, he left and made his way to school.

Reaching the school, Ichigo walked in thinking-hoping, really- that it would be a normal day.

Ichigo walked to his locker ignoring the giggling and the whispering, and he was glad that he brought his headphones.

His phone went off, alerting him of a text. Thinking it was either Keigo or Orihime, he ignored it and would wait until lunch to answer it. But as he walked to his locker, his phone kept going off and it annoyed him. So pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked his messages.

Raising his eyebrows at the messages Keigo sent him. All of them consisted of pictures of his friends saying that he should come back. Not wanting to argue with Keigo, he shut his phone off and shoved it in his locker.

The morning went by quick and normal and soon Ichigo found himself in the cafeteria working on his homework when lunch came.

He didn't want to have to deal with it at home, and he would much rather not have to stress about it while fighting a hollow, or if some other war decided to rear its ugly head.

Ichigo chuckled. After everything he's been through, and homework stresses him out?

Go figure.

As he worked, he ignored the whispers of the flustered girls. He had stupidly left his headphones in his locker so he had to endure the giggles and glares.

However, one sentence stood out above all the rest: "Looks like Tamaki took my advice."

Ichigo looked up curiously, only to see some blond guy marching towards him. He paid no mind and went back to his homework. He almost finished the question he was working on when a pair of hands slapped on the table, gaining his attention.

Ichigo looked up with eyebrows raised as he watched the blond kid sit down and smiled.

"I'm Tamaki Suoh."

"Ichigo Kurosaki," Ichigo introduced himself, wondering what Tamaki could want with him. They haven't interacted before today, so clearly he wanted something. "Is there something I can help you with?" He tried to keep the bored tone out of his voice. It didn't work as well as he had hoped.

"I want you to join the Host Club!" Tamaki threw his hands into the air.

The entire cafeteria fell into silence, the girls barely restraining their giggling. Ichigo just had to say yes. They watched eagerly, awaiting his answer.

Ichigo stared blankly at Tamaki for a few moments. "A... What now...?"

"The Host Club is where handsome boys with to much time on their hands entertain and charm girls, who also have to much time on their hands. It's the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super rich. And on some day's we cosplay, and leave the school to go to more elegant places. So, Ichigo Kurosaki," Tamaki rested his head on his hand, leaning towards the orange haired student. "What do you say?"

"No."

The cafeteria rang with a chorus of disappointed aww's.

"What?! Why not?!" Tamaki exclaimed in shock.

"I already have a gir-" Ichigo was interrupted when Tamaki lunged forward and covered his mouth.

"Don't say the g word!" He nearly hissed. "We don't want to disappoint your fans!"

Ichigo resisted the very childish urge to lick his hand. This school wouldn't accept that kind of behaviour. Instead, he opted to pry Tamaki's hand off of him. "Look, I'm not interested. The entire idea sounds stupid."

"He called the Host Club stupid!" Tamaki wailed, now inside the abandoned music room. "Why would he say such a thing!"

"Haru-chan didn't think it was stupid," Hani pointed out and Haruhi couldn't bring herself to say that she did in fact think the Host Club is stupid.

"He's a commoner Tamaki, of course he'll find things we do stupid. That can't be helped," Kyoya tried to comfort his friend, but it didn't work. Tamaki continued to pout at Ichigo's rejection.

"Why don't we come up with a plan so he has to join the Host Club?"Haurhi mused though she regret saying it. She doesn't wish for anyone to owe a debt like she has.

"What do you mean?" the twins asked.

"Well, give him a debt like mine."

"That could work," Kyoya mused, "but would we get him here?"

Before anyone could answer that, the doors to the abandoned music room opened. The members turned to the doors to see a certain orange haired boy walk in.

"Ichigo," Tamaki said in surprise, "what are you doing here?"

Ichigo sighed and shook his head. "My girlfriend convinced me to check it out before I gave you a final answer."

This brightened Tamaki's mood and went over and explained in more detail about the Host Club.

While the two talked, the rest came up with a plan.

Tamaki gave Ichigo a tour of the room, showing him where they keep thier costumes, food, tea, and where they change.

As they walked, the rest of the Host Club set a vase on a table near the orange haired boy and Hani was hiding underneath, hoping Ichigo wouldn't notice.

When the twins 'sneezed' Hani kicked the table making the vase fall. Before the vase could touch the floor and break, Ichigo caught it.

"So fast," Hani said in awe.

Ichigo checked his watch and groaned. "I have to go but that's for the tour and the explanation." Setting the vase back on the table, he made his way to the door.

"So are you joining?" Tamaki called.

"Nope, it's still stupid." With that, Ichigo closed the door to the music room.

Tamaki went to his corner to pout and the others stood there at a lost.

"Haruhi, I'll cut your debt in half if you can convince Ichigo to join the club."

Haruhi quickly did the math in her head and ran out the door so fast, she almost fell.

"Ichigo-senpai!" Haruhi called out to the retreating figure. "Ichigo-senpai wait!"

With his headphones in his ears and music playing a bit to loud, he didn't Haruhi at all. So he kept walking making Haruhi run to catch up to him.

"Man he walks fast," Haruhi huffed out.

Just as she reached him and about to tap his shoulder, she somehow managed to trip on something. She closed her eyes and waited to feel the hard floor knowing it would hurt. Instead of being sprawled out on the floor, she felt a pair of arms around her.

"You okay?" Opening her eyes, she saw Ichigo catch her before she could fall.

"Um yeah." Confused as to how Ichigo knew she tripped. She knew he couldn't hear her, so how did he know? Deciding not to question it, she moved on. "Thanks."

"No problem." Letting go of Haruhi, she took a step back and only now realized he was holding her. Trying not to blush, she cleared her throat and continued on her mission.

"Would you please reconsider joining the Host Club?"

"Not you too." Groaning, he kept walking. Only this time a little slower so Haruhi could keep up.

"What's so bad about talking to girls and serving tea and sweets?"she asked walking beside him.

"I'd suck at it. I'm not good with people."

"But you must have had friends at your other school."

He nodded. "I do but we knew each other since middle school. They know what kind of person I am and are use to me."

"So people didn't like you much?"

"Nope. Because of my hair, I was immediately dubbed the bad boy of the school."

"Because of your hair?" Haruhi asked in disbelief. She looked up and it and thought about how one could get that reputation. Finally seeing his point, she nodded. "But in this school you don't have that reputation. You can start anew."

"And joining the Host Club would help?" he asked giving her a look. Haruhi nodded with conviction.

"All the girls love you already. And they love the whole bad boy thing you have, and they think you're a mystery," she said and could see Ichigo wasn't one to take compliments. But she had to agree, Ichigo was a mystery and one that she wasn't sure she wanted to solve.

"I don't know." He looked unsure but she knew he'd say no.

"Is it becasue your girlfriend might not like it?" That caused Ichigo to laugh, confusing Haruhi more.

"She'd be fine with it. In fact, she's saying that I should join. Saying that I might be better with interacting with people."

"She sounds interesting."

"You have no idea."

"So will you join?" Haruhi asked in a hopeful tone.

"No." Haruhi's shoulders slumped but she continued walking with him until she could think of a way to convince him to join.

As they walked the halls of the school she studied him, she realized a few things. He looks like he can fight and probably win, he takes his friendships very seriously, he's a serious person, and he looks like the kind of person who helps people. That gave her an idea.

"The only reason why I'm trying to convince you to join is because I owe a debt to the Host Club," she said finally admitting defeat.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "How much is your debt? And couldn't you just pay them?"

Haruhi shook her head sadly. "I would if I could but I'm an honor student like you. I came here with a scholarship. That and the debt was 8 million yen." Ichigo whistled lowly. "I know. Kyoya-senpai told me if I could get you to join, he'd cut that in half. I know it's selfish but it's a lot of money and at this rate, I'll never get it paid off."

"So you had to join the Host Club to pay it off. How?"

"I was suppose to be their errand boy but then they found out I could be a member and I was to get 100 girls to request me. But something happened and Tamaki-senpai bumped up my quota to 1000."

"So if I join the Host Club, you'll have a 4 million or less debt?" Ichigo asked, Haruhi nodded to confirm.

Ichigo considered it and sighed. "Alright, I'll think about it. I'll give you my answer tomorrow."

Yes! Haruhi thought mentally dancing.

"Thank you Ichigo-senpai!" Haruhi exclaimed.

Ichigo shook his head with a slight smile. "Yeah, yeah. You can drop the senpai though."

"Are you sure?"

Ichigo nodded. "I'm sure. Anyways I have to go. See you around."

"Bye." Haruhi waved goodbye and made her way to back to the music room.

Ichigo continued walking hoping that joining the club wouldn't cause to much trouble. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into.