School was boring beyond belief. I scribbled guitars and French swearwords in the margins of my notebook, waiting for the school day to be over so I could talk to Haruhi Fujioka. Well, not really talk. More like confront about his/her gender. I could see Tamaki watching me in my peripheral vision. His violet eyes were narrowed in suspicion. I smiled innocently at him a couple of times throughout the day, just to make him upset. Apparently it was working because he was talking furiously with the ever-cool Kyouya. Tamaki would shoot me looks, and I would smile inanely back.

Finally, finally, the last bell of the day rang. I gathered my books and strode out of the classroom. There was a little spring in my step because the black Gibson Flying V I had ordered was coming today. I couldn't wait to go home and try it out, but there was something I needed to do first.

I wandered over to the first-year wing of school. I smiled at Renge as she walked past. The smile twisted into a smirk when she reddened and ran away. When I reached classroom 1-A, I peeked inside. Haruhi was picking up his—or was it her?—stuff. I knocked on the door frame. Haruhi looked up and smiled at me.

"Hey, Mizuto," Haruhi said, slinging his/her bag over his/her shoulder.

"So," I drawled. "Are you a girl or what?"

Haruhi blinked and said, "Yes, I'm a girl."

"Then why are you dressed as a boy?" I asked.

"To pay off my debt to the Host Club. I knocked over an expensive vase," she explained.

I clapped. "Well done, Fujioka-kun!"

She gave me a look. "Kun? I just told you I was a girl."

I put my arm around her shoulder. I had to slouch. She was so short! "I'm good at keeping secrets. Don't worry, Haruhi. I'll be the valiant knight of your virtue."

She rolled her eyes and pushed me away laughingly. "You're just as silly as the rest of the Host Club. I think Hunny's right about your 'type.'"

I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't a flirtatious boy in a Host Club kind of . . . oh, I don't know, redundant?"

I was rewarded with a laugh. Satisfied, I began walking out of the classroom.

"Mizuto! Are you coming to the Host Club today?" Haruhi called after me.

"Yep. See you there, Haruhi." I waved over my shoulder as I disappeared out of the classroom.

When I got to Music Room Three, I opened the doors and was once again bombarded with rose petals. I waved them out of my face. The seven members of the Host Club were dressed in the puffy white shirts and black breeches of the Renaissance. Haruhi smiled at me, and I winked at her.

"Oh. It's you," grumbled Tamaki.

I beamed at him and bowed with a flourish. "Good day to you, King Tamaki! I am here to say 'Hello!' and 'How are you?'"

"Fine, thank you," Tamaki said automatically. His eyes widened. "I-I mean I was much better until you came!"

I feigned hurt. "But King Tamaki! I just wanted to say 'Hello!' and 'How are you?' and you spurn my friendly advances!" I summoned tears to my eyes. Not enough that I was actually bawling, but enough to make me misty-eyed. I looked away and rubbed my arm. "I just wanted to be your friend," I whispered. I turned away, wiping tears from my eyes and waiting for the response I knew was imminent.

"Wait! Mizuto!"

I stopped and turned my head back to face them. "What, King Tamaki?"

He had a stricken look on his face. "I was wrong about you, Mizuto. I am so sorry."

I wiped the last of my tears away and smiled wetly at Tamaki. "Thank you so much."

"Do you want to be a host?" he asked eagerly.

I gasped. "It would be an honor, King Tamaki!"

"We now have an eighth host! Welcome with open arms!" cried Tamaki, throwing out his arms. With a giggled, Hunny flung himself onto my back. Mori just nodded at me.

Haruhi walked up to me with a warm smile. "Welcome to the Host Club, Mizuto-senpai."

The Hitachiin twins grinned. "So what's your type, Mizuto-senpai?"

With a smirk, I took Haruhi's chin in my hand and kissed her cheek. "What do you think, Haruhi?"

Tamaki screamed and pointed at me. "Mother!" he shrieked to Kyouya. "Look! Look at him!"

Kyouya adjusted his glasses and said in a cool voice, "Wasn't it your idea to accept him as a host in the first place? Don't come crying to me, Tamaki."

Haruhi frowned at me. "What was that for?"

I grinned widely. "I just wanted to piss King Tamaki off."

She just shook her head.

Hikaru and Kaoru put their arms around my shoulders. "Then you'll fit right in here."

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