"Aki-chan, Aki-chan!"

Urk. There it is again. I didn't bother to hide my scowl as I continued walking, hoping I'd lose that brat in the crowd.

"Aki-chan, Aki-chan!"

I sped up. I have longer legs than him, so it's a matter of time before he gets lost in the crowd-

"Ack!"

I stopped. Uh, did he just fall down? I turned around and well...I've never seen someone faceplant before. He didn't seem to get up for a while so I decided to walk over to him. Where's the titan anyways?

I crouched down.

"You okay there?" I asked.

He looked up, all teary eyed. "I'm," he sniffed, "Okay..." He got up to a sitting position, holding in the waterworks. He spotted a small scratch on his hand around the same time I did.

I sighed. I reached into my pocket and took out a band-aid, sticking it on the scratch.

He seemed amazed at it, staring at it in awe. "Why do you have this in your pocket, Aki-chan?" curiosity got the best of him so he asked. I pulled him up and he dusted himself off.

"It's a long story, but it's basically for little brats like you that trip over air." I replied.

The blond brat stared at me for a while as if processing something he realized, then smiled almost maturely, "Aki-chan, you're actually a nice person."

I blushed. "I'm not!" I snapped at him. I quickly turned away, hiding my face. I couldn't make the red of my face subside, so I kept my hands on my face in attempt to mask it. It's been so long since anyone's said that to me.

The Blonde kid laughed, taking my hand and leading us off to Music Room #3.

"Ah, Honey-senpai, just in time." Wannabe Prince noticed us walk in.

I stood aside as the males stepped into 'position'. The doors opened, and in unison, they greeted their guests.

-The Host Club is now ready for business-

"I'm Tsukimiya Akira. I did not want to be here and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do here, but I hope you'll bear with me through the day. Thank you."

I tried to be as honestly rude as I could, but for some reason the girls looked pleased. Two muttered excitedly about me being 'cold and cool', the other smiled and nodded, replying politely with a sweet 'I will keep that in mind, Tsukimiya-senpai.'

"Aki-chan, that's not good!" the blond kid was suddenly beside me reprimanding sternly, bunny still in his hand, "be nicer."

I tutted, turning away from him.

"Tsukimiya-senpai, how did you end up becoming a host?" one of the girls asked. I noticed she chose her words carefully-how I ended up here, not how I joined the club.

"The blond kid," I paused, "this one," I pointed, "dragged me in."

"Do you have any hobbies? Likes or dislikes?" they asked curiously and with interest, a permanent smile on their face.

"Hm?" I piqued, "Why do you want to know?" I looked at them with slightly narrowed eyes that were probably unintentionally a little menacing.

They froze for a second, one girl flinching slightly at the glare I gave. I quickly turned away, twirling a long strand of my hair on my fingers-a habit-and deciding to avoid their eyes. I shouldn't scare the girls if they've done nothing wrong.

"Uhh...sorry," I tried apologizing, "What does a host do anyway?" I asked, "I'm pretty sure it's not just sitting there trying to find out everything about me, right?"

And when I asked, the girls' eyes seemed to soften in ease and their lips curled up slightly.

Then, I realized that people other than the three girls were paying attention to me as well. Some swooned and fangirled-I don't even know why. My three guests were grinning so brightly, softly squealing something about gap moe, whatever that was.

I wanted to bury myself in a hole, blushing because-damn this all I'm not here to become the cutie boy of the school, what part of what I did just now was charming anyway-

"What're you looking at?" I snapped at them.

At that, they quickly turned back to their own business, but I could still tell from the light heat on my face that I was still blushing.

"Aki-chan, eat some cake with me?" the blond kid asked me again.

"I told you I don't like chocolate..." I turned to him, "Oh, it's strawberry shortcake today?"

"Uhn!" he replied with a wide grin, "Do you like strawberries?" he asked innocently.

Honestly, I have to wonder why Honey's got the air of a elementary school kid. How does that even happen, how is that even possible?

"No, I don't." I replied him stoically, "They're a little too sweet."

He sulked, disappointed. "I see..." He teared up with fake tears, but went back to his seat anyways. "Strawberry is a no, too..."

"Tsukimiya-senpai, would you like some tea?" pretty boy walked over with a tray full of intricate designs over the gold handles, offering politely.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I said simply. I somehow felt like this guy was someone I should be polite to. Somehow, his polite speech makes me want to be polite too.

"Girls?" he inquired. Two of the girls replied with a 'yes, please'.

"Thank you, Haruhi-kun!" the girls replied politely as tea was elegantly served to them.

I caught a whiff of a familliar, bitter aroma. "Is that coffee?" I asked.

The pretty boy noticed my reaction. "Yes, but it's instant." he clarified, perhaps because rich people don't usually drink their coffee instant. "Would you like some, Tsukimiya-senpai?" he asked.

Finally, after a whole day of hell, I get my freaking coffee! I felt elated. Freed. Liberated. Now I feel like I can last another hour here.

"Tsukimiya-senpai, is that really so delicious?" one of the girls asked.

I brought my attention back to reality. "Well, the quality could definitely be meager compared to pure coffee beans, but I guess the caffeine is what matters most to me." I answered her.

They seemed to be infatuated-they were staring straight at me like they were absorbed-and had faint blushes on their faces.

"Tsukimiya-senpai seems so mature when talking about things he likes..." one girl fawned, her hands held together as she fantasized, "What magnificent gap moe..."

The other two quickly stood up, hands on the table,

"T-Tsukimiya-senpai!" they were so excited they accidentally stuttered, but they both calmed slightly before getting the next line out, ecstatic smile and slightly flush across their faces. "Could we request you again tomorrow?"

"Huh?" I was surprised for a long moment. "Why me?"

They stared at me with faces of my puppy that was denied a treat, so I gave in.

"Requests go through that Glasses guy, right?" I told them, "It's not my decision."

Somehow registering that as an approval, they cheered in adorable glee.