Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an insta...
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As if stepping into the Host Club itself wasn't bad enough, but just to make things more comedic and worse for Saiki; Haninozuka was the first to run up to him and hug his foot, in delight. His thoughts, however, were mostly calm.
"I read the news yesterday!" He squeezed Saiki's leg even tighter as if trying to tip him over, but the teen didn't even stutter step. "You're becoming popular now! If you keep this up you may become as rich as one of us!" He cheered as Saiki slowly pushed his Senpai back with his non-caged foot.
"Not the plan," The little blond huffed.
"It must be sad being a commoner...it's..." he began to sniff, Saiki wasn't the one for pampering anyone, so he just let the 17-year-old cry.
"So sad!" Globs of tears that night as well been fake were sent down his face. Saiki held back that he was in an 'Upper-middle-class' family as his father worked in some scam off magazine editorial department or something (since he does jump jobs), and his brother was rich and "likes to play with money" as he quoted when some Cambridge newspaper people came and asked him questions about his success. (Even though Kusuke didn't say anything to humble the family, like how most wealthy or lucky people do)
Then Suoh came in will a rolling cart, slamming the doors open.
"I saw you yesterday!" Suoh pinched his cheeks, though he didn't get the satisfaction of seeing Saiki's face turning fish-like with pressed lips.
He posed with a pointed finger to the air, as an imaginary violet fur cape went around his shoulders. "You must fully join the Host Club!" He shouted as roses went flying everywhere around the room, no one seemed to question where they were coming from. An open window? Saiki just hoped he wasn't going to get used to this.
Saiki stayed quiet, why was it so hard for Saiki to be normal, even just a little?
"You see this is a museum!" Suoh spun around the room, "and we are the art," he wrapped an arm around Saiki's shoulder, who only picked Suoh's arm off him.
Saiki disagreed, "Don't people try to steal museum artwork? Don't museums search for bags?" He asked, Suoh posed with a shape seven with his pointed finger and thumb and rested it on his chin.
"Not here~ ♡," Suoh winked, How was that added?
"No thanks, Souh. I rather run out to get supplies," Saiki said blandly, "Sorry Saiki," Ootori stepped out of the corner.
"Tamaki is your boss unless you rather pay off your debt?" He raised an eyebrow. Saiki held back an unwanted feeling of wanting to kill someone, if he wanted to he could pay off his debt with money but that would consist of Saiki going to his brother and asking for money, which was entirely off the board.
"Exactly what I thought..." Ootori faced the doors, "The ladies should be coming in three minutes..."
"Swell!" Suoh jumped, "Today Junior, is your first day!"
