"I used to care about cake and cute things more than my brother..." He looks up, his facial expression serious, with a light tint of red across his cheeks. "And then I met you."
The Host Club mattered to [B/F/N], not [Y/N].
Boys weren't needed in her future plan- where she was going, she needed an education that mattered.
Not a heart-throbbing romance. Not a rival for love insisting she'll 'have his soul'. Not a fan-club of people who ship her and a certain blonde. And most certainly not the desire for requited love to exist.
Note. 1) This is (one of) my firsts, so any feedback is welcome and appreciated. 2) If you don't like long stories, then this isn't for you. I drag it out a lot... *sheepish grin* Sorry! But I'm getting there.... Hopefully.