"Type?" I repeated the question.
"Yes, type!" Hoshakuji Renge demands dramatically. She begins towards the rest of the hosts, "The renowned Tamaki Suou, a Prince Charming all girls would wish to meet coming to them on a white horse-those I'd admit, it is frankly, almost too cliche."
I listened on, half-interested, but I faintly registered the pained, dying scream of a wannabe prince somewhere in the background.
She continued on to the Glasses, "Ootori Kyoya-Cool and Quiet, yet gives off a esteemed air of intelligent and knowledge-his glasses are an extra bonus. So nice and kind and gentle-yet can be extremely fearsome and scary...surely, he is the two-faced devil!" she described with skills worthy of an oscar.
"Haninozuka-senpai and Morinozuka-senpai-Mori-senpai's cooly wild nature and Honey-senpai's innocent, loli-shota character blends in beautiful, dazzling contrast-" she gasps in drama, "Words cannot describe the moe..."
"The Hitachiin brothers-forbidden love, so perfectly illegal-but that is the selling point of it all!" this time were the symmetrical duo. "Wanting to love, but unable to love-twin inseparable at birth, broken by the rusty chains of law-" Fake tears spilled out of her eyes as she conveyed her fantastical imagination.
I clapped, my expression unchanging, urging her to go on.
"Finally, we have my dear Haruhi-kun-" she twirled over to said pretty boy, "So kind, sweet, gentle, caring and in every way, perfect!" she fawned, "a single boy forced to work off a debt-what tragedy!" she cried, "what purity!"
I blowed on my coffee because it was a little too hot for me.
"Uh-huh," I responded.
"Are you listening?" Talkative Woman asks me, annoyed.
"Uh-huh," I responded.
She stared at me skeptically, unconvinced. "What's one plus one?"
"Uh-huh," I was on autopilot, so I responded.
She slammed her hands on the table, startling me and made the cup in my hands jump. Barely, I caught it and stabled it without any spillage.
"Yes?" I asked.
"So basically," she seems to have given up on her long story, "We need to find your type!"
I continued blowing on my coffee. Well, I wasn't really interested. I'd barely gotten used to this hosting business. It's only been three days since I've started, after all. I didn't need an extra item to focus on now.
"Tsukimiya-senpai, how long have you been blowing on that?" one twin started up behind me,
"It's gonna get cold." the other twin completed the sentence.
I twitched. "I can't handle hot things, got a problem with that?" I grumbled at them.
"Eh, that's surprising," Wannabe-prince mused, "I'd think you're the kind to live his whole life drinking magma." he exaggerated.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Should I dunk you in magma to see what happens?"
"Uh, no thanks." he replies.
"Would you like an ice cube?" Fujioka Haruhi asks, turning around from the tea he was brewing.
"Yes please," I reply. He's a nice guy. The one nice guy in this whole place. Thank god someone is normal here.
"Aki-chan, Aki-chan, want a candy?" Blond kid walks by with a handful of sweets. I turned to him, slouching on the couch, looking over everything in his hand.
"...Sure," I mumble after a moment, taking the yellow one from his hand. Removing the wrapper I popped it into my mouth. "Oh, it's vanilla."
The Blond kid smiled at my reaction-perhaps he was happy that I finally took something he offered me. Hugging his pink rabbit doll, he walked off to the others to offer the rest of his candy.
"Everyone, let's get changed!" Wannabe-prince called from the preparation room. Everyone stood up from their seats and walked in, wondering what costumes we'd get today.
"To be honestly frank, why green?" I voiced out my opinion. I wore a changshan-a Chinese traditional outfit-that was green, with gold designs that were intricate enough to obviously have been made professionally.
"Oh, it unexpectedly suits you." Wannabe Prince mused. His clothes were red with gold linings-wow, does this guy look perfect fitting in anything? Is this the magical power of being a wannabe-prince?
"Tsukimiya-senpai, this is your first theme day, eh?" the twin with the deeper voice said.
"Well, I hope you don't get overwhelmed." the other finished.
The twins wore clothes that were blue and orange respectively, with alternating designs of the other colour, and gold linings, but I still don't know which twin is which so it's not like it mattered...
"Aki-chan. Aki-chan!" Honey dashed over in his adorable yellow and gold samfu, "Do I look cute?" he asked innocently.
I nodded slightly, putting a hand on his head and ruffling it slightly. The Titan wore a dark blue and gold one that strangely fit with the smaller's-maybe anything they wear would seem like a set as long as they're together...
However, it seems like everyone had generally the same designs, just in a different colour-in Honey's case, he's wearing a different kind of garb...where's Haruhi?
"I'm done," Haruhi said as he came out from behind the curtain-and mu breath stopped.
Haruhi, for some reason, was wearing a set of changshan that had a different design; it was more feminine and there was an elegant flower hair ornament on her head, making her look absolutely stunning.
"Wha-" I blurted out.
The twins giggled devilishly at my slung an arm over mine. "Haruhi's selling point is being cute, y'see." he told me.
"Our guests would much prefer to see Haruhi in girl's clothes than guy's, after all." the other twin continued.
Seriously?
"Pardon me, but I don't think I've gotten your names?" I spoke to them, standing by the side of their table, "Also, thank you for requesting me."
"I'm Mary."
"My name is Julie."
"And I am Chika."they introduced themselves quickly and simply, a soft smile on their faces.
"Once again, I am Tsukimiya Akira." I said as a formality.
"Tsukimiya-senpai, you look cool in Chinese clothes!" Julie fawned excitedly.
"It looks very becoming on you." Mary praised.
I couldn't resist the shy smile I brought up, "I am honoured at your compliment." I said. Honestly, it wasn't my first time wearing clothes like this, but it was never for a reason such as this.
"Tsukimiya-senpai, would you like one?" Haruhi walked by with a tray of pastry, offering some to the girls then turning to me. It was in the shape of a flower, and it looked like jelly or pudding. It was cute and small, and I was instantly drawn to it.
Realizing the girls were staring at me like I was a puppy wagging its tail, I snapped out of it and turned away quickly. "N-no thanks!" I quickly said.
"Eh? But you kinda looked like you wanted it for a moment." Haruhi spoke up.
"No, really! I don't want it!" I strongly denied. Everyone was staring at me now. My face flushed bright red at the self-consciousness flooding my senses.
"He's a Tsundere," one twin whispered audibly to his brother.
"Yeah, definitely a Tsundere." the other chimed.
I glared at them, red face and all-which made Wannabe Prince swoon in how cute I was. I raised a fist, wanting to punch him, but I buried my face in my hands instead. Dammit!
"Kyo-chan, what's a Tsundere?" Honey asked.
Glasses fixed his glasses. (I can't even laugh at this pun now), "Someone that's not honest with himself, I guess." he said, not turning up from writing in his notebook.
At that, Honey seemed to gleam and beam and brighten in unimaginable joy.
Soon, I was being fawned over by the girls and the hosts, but all I wanted to do was bury myself in a hole and die.
And yeah, that's how I became the Tsundere Type.