Tamaki originally founded the Host Club along with his best friend with the intention of the service being free of charge, even if it hadn't worked out like that.
He had been willing to sacrifice his time in order for the lovely ladies attending Ouran to be entertained by his princely words of praise and protected against boredom, all without expectation of repayment.
He was a very selfless person, really.
There were few worldly things that Ootori Kyouya didn't know of, analyze, and understand. One of these few things was the total lack thereof; really, how could people live without worldly things?
There were people without the money to vaccinate against the common influenza virus, or, even worse, for food or water.
What did it matter, in the end? His problems were enough. He needn't worry about anyone but himself.
Hikaru snapped on his favorite belt and looked at himself in the full-length mirror in their bedroom. Kaoru came to stand before it, too, and all four of them looked fabulous.
Hikaru put his arms around Kaoru's shoulders. "Guess what, Kaoru?"
Kaoru pressed his forehead to his brother's, both of them still looking at the mirror. "What, Hikaru?"
Hikaru began, "We."
Kaoru caught on and continued, "Are."
Both nodded. "Awesome."
Mori was a very vain person at heart.
Mitsukuni always needed his time, always demanded that he play this game or that. Mori didn't have to do anything at all except play with this person, and he automatically had a best friend. It was effortless.
Logically, he must be a very valuable and worthwhile best friend inside Mitsukuni's heart.
He could never resist the sense of smugness at that thought.
Hunny was important to nearly everyone he knew.
He was the heir to the family dojo, first off. All the students looked up to him. He was certainly adorable, and ate those troublesome superfluous sweets. He was Mori's super special awesome bestest-ever friend.
He was the second biggest draw for the Host Club, and its oldest member.
Honestly, how could the world survive without him? He was practically perfect.
Haruhi was physically average; straight brown hair, somewhat scrawny, much too pale.
She was academically a goddess; perfect scores on every test, people begging to be study partners with her.
However, as a man, she apparently came across as extremely appealing and approachable to girls. Her fans lurked everywhere.
There was one little thing that they could never know about. Well, technically speaking, two.
And she had fooled them all.