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The guests had left and now the hosts and Sumire were sat around in a sofa, staring at the girl who was hugging Kyoya's arm who looked emotionless and staring at the void.
"Your fiance? Kyoya-senpai?", Hikaru finally asked breaking the silence.
"Of course! My name is Renge Houshakuji and I'm transferring into Ouran Academy's first year class A tomorrow", the girl, Renge answered not giving Kyoya a chance to speak.
'Great, rude and obnoxious', Sumire grumbled inside her brain. She may not like the girl but she had to keep it professional.
Kaoru turned to look at Tamaki, "And why is he sulking?"
"Because Mommy was keeping a secret from Daddy", Tamaki mourned, crouched in a corner facing the wall.
"Whatever", Kyoya snapped tugging his arm away from Renge, "Why does everyone insist on referring to us like husband and wife?"
Renge squealed, making Sumire grimace at the pitch, going off into a ramble, "Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn't resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one else was looking. And how sweet it was when you reached out to that poor little injured kitten"
The hosts looked at each other confusedly, Sumire just imagined how it would look like if red paint got splashed all over Renge's hair and clothes.
"She serious?", Hikaru whispered, eyeing Renge like she was crazy as she daydreamed.
"Maybe she got the wrong person?", Kaoru added, into the mix.
"No way! I can recognize my love any where! He's a gentleman who's kind to everyone but doesn't ask for anything in return! He likes solitude but in fact sometimes he can get lonely!", Renge angrily exclaimed.
The twins lost it, running around, "AHH! What the hell is she talking about!?!? AHHH! Shut her up!! AHHH! Stop her!"
Renge got up in a huff pointing to Kyoya, "He looks like the star of the popular dating sim Uki Doki Memorial! You're my real life Ichijo Miyabi!"
Sumire tilted her head, a wtf expression on her face.
"Uki?", Haruhi mumbled.
"Doki?", Honey wondered allowed.
Tamaki got up from his corner pointing accusatorily at Renge, "OTAKU!"
"OTAKU!", the twins repeated, looking at Renge in wonder, "I've never seen one!"
Kyoya snapped his notebook shut, whatever he was scribbling down now forever memorialized in its pages, "I get it now, you're in love with that character. You're projecting that love onto me, and someone how deluded yourself into thinking that we're engaged. I assume this Miyabi character probably where's glasses as well"
"So she made it up right? You're not really her fiance?", Tamaki slid over to Kyoya, on his knees.
"Well yes, I don't remember ever asking her hand in marriage. Besides this is the first time I've seen the woman"
Sumire facepalmed and sank onto the sofa, hugging one of the throw pillows.
"You could have said something sooner!", the hosts screamed, Renge on the distance twirling around dreamily.
Sumire POV <3
My god why did I not see something like that coming?
I hug the pillow tighter. 'But then, why did I feel so annoyed during all that?', I look at Kyoya who seemed to looked like he was back to normal, and I let out a sigh. What is wrong with me?
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The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction
FanfictionA Kyoya Ootori Fic. Sumire Shiraishi is the daughter of Japan's biggest flower and plant industry that sells and trades flowers and other plants locally and across the globe. A pretty shaky past but always has a friend to rely on, join Sumire (or...
