Maple Leaf (OHSHC x Photographer!Reader)

Ch.7 Deals

 "Uh, Renge?"

"Yes, (L/N)?"

"What is this about??" (Y/N)'s wrist was held by the younger girl. She was being pulled forward through a hallway of chatting students. The groups were spread out. However, Renge didn't bother with slipping through them.

She bulldozed through the groups. (Y/N) whispered soft apologies as they went through. A few girls shot arrows at them, sharp judging eyes following for a few seconds before returning to conversation.

(Y/N) was a bit breathless at this point. Renge had been waiting outside her last class and grabbed her arm without a word. It was only after being dragged up two- no, three flights of stairs, did (Y/N) finally raise a question.

Renge stopped in front of a set of large doors at a corner of the school. (Y/N) took a moment to catch her breath before speaking. "Please answer my question."

"You know how you said you were running low on money?" Renge looked a little too excited. (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but closed it for a moment.

"Yeah? And what about it?" (Y/N)'s face contorted in confusion. It was true though, even with her carefulness, her supply was running low. It was possible she would have to get a part time job, but even that wouldn't be enough to keep her afloat. (Y/N) was internally looking over her options when Renge pushed open the doors and pulled her along.

"Wait, Renge-" Before she knew it, rose petals fell down from the top of the door. (Y/N) gasped. Bad decision. One of the petals swooped right into her mouth. (Y/N) yanked herself from Renge's hold and launched into a coughing fit.

"Ah! (L/N), are you alright??" Renge swirled around in alarm. She carefully took (Y/N)'s arm, eyes full of concern. (Y/N) already spat out the petal. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up.

Almost immediately, (Y/N)'s eyes made contact with a group of boys. Fire spread from up her neck to her cheeks. (Y/N) immediately straightened her back up. With her face burning, (Y/N) patted the fretting Renge. "I'm fine, ahem... who are these people?"

"Oh! Right," Renge redirects her attention to the group of boys. (Y/N) recognizes a few faces. Renge takes (Y/N)'s hand. "Everyone, this is (L/N) (Y/N). (L/N), these boys are the members of the host club~ Introduce yourselves!!"

At Renge's demand, the blond guy from before walks forward. His steps are broad and confident. He stops right in front of (Y/N) and takes her hand, his lips are soft against the back of her hand. When he pulled away, a bright smile curled his lips. His bright blue eyes had sparkles in them.

"So you're (L/N) (Y/N)! It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Suoh Tamaki"

(Y/N) looks down at where he kissed her. It shouldn't have been possible, but her cheeks were set aflame even hotter than before. She lightly took her hand from his grasp and took a step back. Her lips lifted in a similarly charming smile.

"Ahah... You're the guy from before. Good to put a name to a face. It's nice to meet you as well." (Y/N) spits out what comes to her mind. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as a few other boys come forward.

"Oh man,"

"It took us an hour to put that up there."

"It only took you guys that long because you were messing around," Haruhi stepped forward as well. They approached (Y/N) and bowed. "It's nice to see you again, (L/N)."

"Nice to see you, Haruhi." (Y/N) nodded her head. She took another step back, toward Renge as the two gingers began to circle around her. The two of them shot each other a look before standing beside Haruhi.

"These are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin," Haruhi pointed to them as they said their names. The twins rest their arms on Haruhi's shoulders. They both raised their freehands and gave a short 'yo'.

(Y/N)'s smile twitched. Somehow, their attitudes ticked her off. But she couldn't say anything as a short boy rushed forward and took her hands. He also had blond hair, but brown eyes. (Y/N)'s heart softened as he spoke.

"So you're the girl Renge keeps talking about!" His voice was cute. (Y/N) blanked out on his rambling, but he finally let go of her hands and grabbed onto another student. This guy was much taller than the boy, and he didn't say anything. Only grabbing the boy and holding him. The tiny guy then clapped his hands childishly and introduced himself and the taller.

"I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey! And this is Takashi Morinozuka, but we call him Mori." He put his arms around the taller's neck. Creating a serene and cute picture. (Y/N) lifted a hand and cleared her throat. Her cheeks had long since calmed down but now a gentle heat covered them.

"It's nice to meet you two." The one nicknamed Mori gave a soft hum and nodded. After that, Renge took (Y/N)'s arm and pulled her past the group. The girl gave a grand gesture to one last figure. The bespectacled young man she saw from before.

"This is Kyoya," Renge's eyes softened the moment they landed on his figure. (Y/N) recalled a previous conversation. Her lips spread in a polite smile.

"Ootori Kyoya," the dark haired man dipped his head in a short bow. When he straightened his back, he pushed up his glasses. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you as well, Ootori." (Y/N) nodded in response. Renge tugged at (Y/N)'s arm and finally got to the point.

"As the manager of this host club, I couldn't just stand around and watch you suffer. I made a deal with Kyoya to let you be the club's personal photographer." Renge clutched (Y/N)'s arm tightly as she spoke. The girl felt uncomfortable under the increasing pressure. Her smile slowly fell from her face as she processed what Renge was saying.

A few moments of silence passed. (Y/N) clearly wasn't showing the reaction Renge wanted. She tapped her friend's shoulder. Then she nervously called out her name. (Y/N) finally regained her spirit as Tamaki and Haruhi approached her.

"My friend," (Y/N) started, she turned to Renge and lightly brushed the girl's cheek with the back of her hand. "I appreciate the help... but what's in it for me?" (Y/N) turned her eyes toward Kyoya.

"You're looking to be paid, correct?" (Y/N) nodded. Kyoya took out a notebook and scribbled up a makeshift contract. He pointed to a few written points. After she took in the key points, (Y/N) shot an inquisitive look at the man. The corner of his lip twitched. "This club is no stranger to being photographed. Nor are we strangers to the selling of those products. If you're going to be the new middleman for this, then we're going to have to come to an understanding."

(Y/N) looked down at the paper and then met Kyoya's deep eyes. She lowered the paper. "Thirty percent."

"Sixty."

"Forty percent?"

"Sixty five."

"Forty five," (Y/N) asserted, using one of her hands to smack the top of the paper. Her eyes showed annoyance. She could only lower the percentage of her loss to five less. Kyoya hummed and then took the paper, adjusting the numbering before handing it back with his pen. (Y/N) saw he actually changed it. Her eyes widened and she looked up to meet his amused eyes.

"Well?" Kyoya's pale fingers nudged the top of the paper towards (Y/N). She looked over the makeshift contract again. Perhaps it was because of Renge's prior intervention, but (Y/N) did receive quite a bit of benefit. She shot a grateful look to Renge before quickly signing at the bottom of the page.

Without thinking too much, (Y/N) pressed the top of the pen to her lips. A simple fidgeting motion she usually did as she worked. She flipped the page over and began to calculate an average of how much she would earn and how much she would return. Before she could finish, the pen was clasped and pulled out of her hand. Same with the notebook.

(Y/N)'s cheeks flushed red. "So, sorry!"

Haruhi took this chance to step forward and patted (Y/N)'s shoulder. They gave a comforting smile, ignoring the chattering from behind them. "I look forward to working with you, (L/N)."

(Y/N) returned the smile and gave a quick laugh, shooting Kyoya an apologetic glance. She didn't know if he caught it. She turned around. Upon seeing the group of boys behind her were whispering to each other while huddled together, she bowed. "Please take care of me!"