The sound of piano keys echoed faintly through the elementary wing of Ouran Academy. A small boy with serious eyes and soft brown curls declared to his bewildered teacher, “I'm quitting the Classical Music Club.”
“But Shiro-kun,” the teacher tried, “Playing piano makes you popular with the girls—”
“I don't have that much time,” Shiro answered dramatically, storming off in a swish of his uniform.
Time for what, the teacher never got to ask.
Later that afternoon, Music Room #3 shimmered with golden fabric, incense, and laughter as the Host Club immersed themselves in their latest theme—Arabian Nights. Tamaki, of course, stood at the center in flowing robes, arms wide and dramatic.
“Ahem.” A tiny voice at the door.
Everyone turned.
Shiro stood there, frowning up at the spectacle. “Is this Music Room Three?” he asked. “Are you the King?”
Tamaki beamed. “But of course!”
“Good. Then I want you to take me on as your apprentice. You're a genius at making girls happy.”
Y/N peeked out from behind a curtain, nibbling nervously on a cashew. His oversized bunny-eared hoodie made him look more like a plush doll than a host. He tilted his head curiously. Apprentice...?
Shiro settled in quickly—and caused chaos just as fast.
During hosting hours, Tamaki swept a girl off her feet with his “princely” charm, whispering, “You remind me of a mermaid.”
The girl giggled, flattered—until Shiro piped up beside her.
“More like a koi fish.”
Gasps. The mood shattered.
Tamaki paled. “W-What?!”
“She looks like the carp in my pond,” Shiro added, deadpan. “I don't believe in lying.” [ A/n : I laughed So Hard HereＯ(≧▽≦)Ｏ ]
The girl left in tears. Tamaki chased after her.
From the couch, the twins chuckled. “Aren’t you lucky, milord? A mini-you with even less tact.”
“Do you wish you had a little brother like that?” Kaoru asked.
“I already have one,” Hikaru smirked, reaching over and Continues their forbidden Brotherly love. Y/N blinked up at them, cheeks puffed with another candied almond.
“He’s cuter,” Kaoru added, handing Y/N a walnut cookie.
Shiro stared at the exchange in disbelief. “You people are weird.”
The day spiraled.
Shiro called Honey a baby.
Got scared stiff by Mori’s silent stare.
Bumped into Haruhi, stared suspiciously, and whispered, “Are you a cross-dresser?”
Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru practically exploded in a panic.
“Aha! N-No! He’s very manly!”
“Y-Yes! Just look at those... uhm... big hands?”
Y/N wandered closer, watching them scramble. “Should we give him tea?”
“Wonderful idea!” Tamaki cried. “As training!”
Haruhi handed Shiro a tray to carry—he dropped it.
Crash.
Y/N yelped and stumbled backward. “M-My nuts—!”
Kyoya, calmly: “That’s another ¥100,000 for Haruhi’s debt.”
“I’m only here to learn how to make women happy!” Shiro cried. “Let the cross-dresser do the chores!”
Tamaki snapped, and from the ceiling dropped... a birdcage.
“Learn your lesson in there,” Tamaki said seriously.
“I am serious!” Shiro yelled, gripping the bars. “I don’t have time!”
Y/N crouched beside the cage, placing a tiny bag of macadamias through the bars. “Y-You’re serious... like Tamaki-senpai,” he said softly. “You both love with your whole heart.”
Shiro blinked at him.
Tamaki blinked too.
“Use the material you already have,” Tamaki instructed later.
“Material?” Shiro asked.
Cue Kyoya’s lecture: princely, silent, lolita, little-devil, cool, and natural types.
The twins smirked. “You’re a boy-lolita.”
Honey burst into tears. “A-Am I being replaced?!”
Cue Renge’s dramatic entrance. “Wrong! He’s the naughty-boy type!” she declared, riding up from the floor on her spinning platform.
And so began... Shiro’s bootcamp.
Shorts. Fake bruises. Reckless energy. Catchphrase: “No big deal. It was nothin’.”
Y/N watched from the couch, curled up with a jar of honeyed almonds. “I-I think... he’s upset about someone,” he whispered quietly.
Haruhi heard him and nodded. “Yeah... I think you're right, Y/N.”
The Host Club invaded the elementary division.
Y/N wore a middle school sailor uniform.
Tamaki nearly fainted.
They found a photo of Shiro playing piano with joy—and then found Shiro silently watching a girl named Hina play in the music room.
“She’s leaving for Germany in a week,” a classmate whispered.
Shiro appeared. “What are you doing here?!”
Tamaki hoisted him over his shoulder. “Come on, you lovesick brat.”
Back in Music Room #3, Tamaki stood tall. “You said you wanted to make all girls happy. But really—it’s just one.”
Shiro bit his lip. “But I can’t hear her play again...”
Tamaki smirked, pulling back a curtain to reveal...
A piano.
Two of them, actually.
“I’ll help you,” he said. “We’ll prepare a duet. You’ll play with her—one last time.”
Y/N stood at the edge of the room, clutching a jar of chocolate-covered almonds, heart quietly melting as Shiro and Hina’s hands moved in harmony across the keys.
“Let’s play together, Hina.”
Haruhi smiled softly. “Just like Tamaki... he loves with all his heart.”
Y/N blushed. He peeked at Tamaki, who for once wasn’t being dramatic—just proud. And Y/N thought maybe... just maybe... being in the Host Club wasn’t so scary after all.
Ten days later, Shiro hosted with flair.
“I email Hina all the time,” he bragged to Y/N. “But she’s too clingy.”
Y/N blinked. “T-Too clingy...?”
Tamaki exploded in a puff of rose petals.
Shiro grinned. “Guess there’s a new Host King in town.”
Y/N giggled behind his sleeves. “Y-You’re kind of cute when you’re not being rude.”
Shiro paused. Blinked. Turned red.
Maybe the bunny host was dangerous after all.
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~♡~AISHTERU~♡~
HumorTransferring to Ouran Academy on a scholarship was already nerve-wracking enough-but being Haruhi Fujioka's cousin? That's a whole new level of chaos. Y/N may be shy, soft-spoken, and constantly mistaken for a girl thanks to his oversized sweater an...
