Robot {OHSHC Fan Fiction}

3- How Dare You

Vero Pov.

We had been in the Host Club for a week, learning how to host with observation and such. Cyura was the one who made tea and delivered it. She was kind and happy to all of the guests and showed no ill intention, so none of the guests seemed to have any ill grudge. Plus the fact that there were rumors saying that we were going out, it seemed they weren't intimidated that she'd go out with one of 'their' hosts.

I had begun hosting the next day, and was the understudy for Shi-hyung.

Shi-hyung, or Mori as others call him, was switched to the Silent Strong Type. Where I'm being seen as the Bad-Ass Tsundere type.

I'm not even a tsundere.

They say that it was because I'm so protective of Lady Cyura.

The bunch of bloody idiots.

Its not like I can love a girl, much less love. I am a guy, a robot. I have no use for trivial things.

"Vero-kun. How long have you and Cyura-chan been together?" A girl who was assigned for me to host asked,

"I've been with her for over seven years, and will be with her until the end of the world." I stated with a shrug, crossing my arms. 

"Ahh! You're like a night in shining armor." The girls cried with stars in their eyes. I glanced to the side annoyed. 

I guess I should let them think what they want to think.

"I suppose." I said shrugging and taking a sip of Coka-cola.

Another girl that had sat in between the other squealing ones glanced at me with a soft blush. I glanced at her uninterested and she looked down blushing harder.

"Go on, Eri." On of the girls whispered nudging her side softly and patting her shoulder. She nodded and I heard her gulp loudly before she looked up and asked loudly. 

"May I see you tomorrow?" She asked, clenching her fists and looked down when I didn't awnser right away.

I shrugged and looked to Kyoya who nodded, but I don't think any of them noticed. "Yeah, I don't see why you wouldn't be allowed to see me." I grumbled, and glanced at her to see she was wiping at small baby tears. I rolled my eyes. "Why the hell are you crying?" I asked, and it came out harsh but the girls seemed used to it, probably thinking I was some kind of guy with a strong mask. What was the word Cyura used..? Tsundere. Or was it Kuudere? I don't fucking know. 

"She's not crying." One of the girls defended and wiped at their friend's eyes with a hankerchief but it was smudging the slight makeup she wore. I sighed and took out a make up remover tissue that Lady Cyura forced me to carry around in case she ever needed it.

"Come here." I gestured for her to move closer to me, and she blushed, and moved herself off the seat closer. I rolled my eyes and pulled her head closer as I wiped at the makeup below her eyes and tapped at it softly with the napkin. "There, now stop crying. There's no reason to, okay?" I said sighing. Cyura coughed rather loudly and I glanced at her with a bored expression.

"Stop playing with girl's hearts." She said looming over me with a frozen smile, that seemed friendly to everyone else but me.

"Y-yes.. Lady Cyura." I said sweat dropping.

She patted my head, and looked to the other girls while I swatted her hand away, giving her a glare which she ignored like usual.

"I hope you girls keep in mind he's a heart breaker. So don't fall for him too much." She said sighing a little in defeat, causing the girls to look at her in confusion.