"Good evening Miss. You look new, is this your first time to the host club?" A gentleman with black hair and glasses asked. You looked down a little nervous and played with the sleeve of your dress.
"Yes sir. I'm new here, so I don't know a lot of the workings of this school." You admitted shyly. You looked up to see him smiling.
"So your (F/n) (L/n), newest student to Ouran Academy. Coming from America." You were shocked by the information he just relayed to you. "Would you like to choose a host?" He asked with the same smile as before.
"Do what?" You asked slightly startled.
"Choose a host. There is a number of host types.
(F/n) walked through the halls of Ouran Academy wearing your casual attire. You, not being a member at Ouran, had to go to the main office. You smiled at the desk woman and she seemed surprised to see you.
"Hello. I would like to visit a friend." You said in a cheery voice. The woman couldn't help but smile in return.
"Name?" She asked, and pulled out a visitors sheet and a pen.
"(f/n)(L/n). And I'm going to Music Room Three." The woman nodded, and filled out the paper. She handed you a clip-op badge that said visitor. You gladly took it with a smile, and clipped it on your shirt. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, (F/n). Please come back when
You honestly had no idea how you ended up in this situation.
One minute you were in the Host Club, chatting with Haruhi about Halloween costumes, and the next thing you knew, you and Haruhi were being whisked away to the Hitachiin twins mansion.
Haruhi was sitting next to you, mumbling curses under her breath at the twins, while you laughed at her. You then turned to look at the twins, who were sitting across from the both of you, and saw that they were staring at you and mumbling under their breath.
“What?” You asked quietly. They looked at you, eyes glinting mischievously.
“We were just wondering what costume Honey-sen
Haninozuka Mitsukuni (Honey) x Reader
You were sitting down on the white bed, your (h/l),(h/c) hair swaying gently to the breeze that came from the open window beside you. Your hands were folded on your lap, your eyes gazing at the beautiful scenery outside. Suddenly the double doors opened and the smell of roses engulfed the room. You whipped your head around and were met by members of Ouran Host Club.
"(First three letters of your name or so/nickname)-CHAAAN!!" Whatever you wanted to say was cut off by a short blond glomping you. His brown coloured eyes glittered in the light.
"Honey-senpai! Why are you here?" You were a student at t
You inhaled deeply, attempting to fill your lungs with oxygen rich air your body frantically craved. However, your attempt ended in a violent coughing fit. By the time you finished, you'd curled up into the corner of your couch, wrapped the comforter around yourself, and clutched a throw pillow as if it were your last remaining life force. Of course, there was one other thing...
"Tch. Are you still sick?"
"Like you care," you retorted, throwing the pillow in your hands at your boyfriend. He caught it with ease and set it aside. "You never get sick—and here I am, wasting a
“You’re fine, Kid,” you muttered for seemingly the millionth time that day.
You never were quite sure why you bothered saying that to the young Reaper. Despite your quiet words, he continued his morning ritual of checking and fixing literally everything within his home. You knew well it never eased his anxiety, and it pained you to see him this way. It may have caused those around him to mock his condition, even grow angry with him. But, just as physical illness should be treated with respect, so should a disorder of the mind.
Especially one that triggered so much apprehension...
But, you figured it was still enough to sh