Protective Twins [Ouran Host Club x Yuji!Reader]

Chapter 5

Today, the club was set outside, with Mori, Honey, and Haruhi wearing Yukatas and Tamaki, the orange-haired twins, and Kyoya wearing butler outfits. "Woah! Look at all the cherry blossoms!" (Y/n) said in awe as he twirled around, causing Sukuna to chuckle at (Y/n)'s twirling. "It's not snow (Y/n)," he tells him, smiling.

(Y/n) immediately retracts his tongue, as he is close to catching a petal with it. "Oh, right" (Y/n) mumbled sheepishly. Sukuna walks up to him and fluffs the petals out of (Y/n)'s hair. It wasn't long before customers flooded in, as the (h/c)-haired twins were forced to dress in Yukatas. Sukuna's Yukata is white while (Y/n)'s Yukata is black, which came as a shock to the club members.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Haruhi asked as she pointed at the two. "Got something against me wearing white?" Sukuna asked her, annoyed. "No, just figured you'd wear black," Haruhi said bluntly. "Ugh..." The Hitachiin twins grumbled as they slinked their way over to the Itadori Twins. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" (Y/n) asked worriedly.

"Kyoya has a bunch of pictures of us," Karou said with a frown. "I don't even know how he got them" Hikaru grumbled, also pouting. "See?" They said as they showed them the blurry pictures of the club members. But, one picture caught Sukuna's attention, it was a well-quality picture of Sukuna attempting to grab the mushroom from (Y/n)'s mouth.

Sukuna nearly had a stroke when he saw the picture was edited as well! (Y/n) having a blush and Sukuna's eyes narrowed, he remembers (Y/n) didn't have a damn blush! "I will kill the disgusting, small-brain pervert!" Sukuna yells, pissed off. "Why does it look so lude...?" (Y/n) mumbled as he analyzed the picture. Sukuna covers (Y/n)'s eyes, but the damage is done. (Y/n)'s innocence was tainted.

"Don't look anymore brother," Sukuna whispered in despair. "Hey, how come this one looks like you're about to kiss?" Haruhi asked as she grabbed another photo, of Sukuna just casually leaning close to (Y/n) to grab a flower petal. "What the hell? These photos are taken out of context!" Sukuna grabbed another picture to see what else had been twisted. "Is this what celebrity paparazzi like?"

"I assume you boys like it? I comprised a photobook of each club member" Kyoya said as he held out books with the cover of each club member on them. "Like hell we like them! Why do you portray us this way? You ruined (Y/n), look at him!" Everyone turns to (Y/n) who is pale and entirely out of it.

"Poke, poke," Honey said as he poked (Y/n), who looked ready to disintegrate. "Stop it," Sukuna said, picking Honey up and putting him down a few inches from (Y/n). "I think I see the light" (Y/n) mumbled lifelessly. "(Y/n), don't go into the light, if you do you'll be leaving me here with these weirdos," Sukuna tells him, practically begging (Y/n) to not go into the light.

"Now that I think about it, we never see you guys on campus" Karou pipped in, changing the subject suddenly. "You're right, we only ever see them during club" Hikaru noted. Sukuna looks confused by their comment. "What else are we supposed to do?" Sukuna questions. "We just go to class, club, and then go home."

"Oh! You should take an elective course with me, for this term" Tamaki stated proudly, as if he was doing them a favor. "No," Sukuna immediately shoots down the idea. Tamaki frowned before turning to (Y/n) with a hopeful look. "Sur–" "No" Sukuna interrupted (Y/n), stopping his advances. Instantly Tamaki sulked in the corner, feeling dejected.

"Did you have to be so rude to him?" (Y/n) asked, watching Tamaki in pity. "Oh please he's so dramatic and sensitive I could give him a soft no and he would still cry," Sukuna explains, shrugging his shoulders. "Mommy dearest..." Tamaki called out to Kyoya, who was slightly listening in. "What is it, Daddy?" Kyoya asked casually.

(Y/n)'s face visibly cringed at the interaction. "I think I want to check out the cherry blossoms, that way," (Y/n) said as he pointed to a spot far away from Tamaki. Sukuna takes (Y/n) over there, gladly getting away from Tamaki. From afar they can see Kyoya pointing at a whiteboard, which seemingly came out of nowhere. "Where do they pull that from?" Sukuna asked, frowning. "No, you know what I don't want to know."