Its been two and a half years since Machiko Haninozuka has been home. She begged to leave after her mother passed, unable to live in the space she once occupied. Now that she's home, and gets roped into being the Host Clubs "Chameleon", what kind of...
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~Machiko's dress (Do not own!)
Before we get started, just so everyone knows, there are going to be certain things that I am going to modernize. There are going to be apps that will be spoofs of actual ones (mainly because it feels weird typing out real apps 😅)
Miko
What kind of party is this? I thought to myself as I stood in front of the dance hall, waiting for the doors to open. It was already starting to cool down as the sun dipped lower behind the school, the petals of the cherry blossoms draining of their color as darkness crept around us.
I had noticed that the only gender waiting outside was the female variety, all of them excited for what the night's events will hold. Why aren't we allowed inside?
I shivered as a cool breeze grazed my legs. I was wearing a strapless, knee length dress that did nothing against the cold.
I didn't even know about the dance until Mitsu told me about it this morning.
~A few hours before~
I was sitting at the table, eating my strawberry jam pancakes and scrolling through my Instapic feed when Mitsukuni came running into the room. He was holding up a dark pink dress, the bodice glimmering in beads.
"What's that?" I asked, keeping the fork in my mouth.
"Your dress!" He beamed. "Isn't it cute?! It's part of Kao-chan and Hika-chan's Mom's prom collection!"
"Prom?" I questioned, finally pulling the fork out of my mouth. "You guys do proms now?" As far as my knowledge stretched, proms were strictly an American thing. Ouran had their own dances, but there had never been any proms
"Hm..." My brother said thoughtfully. "I think it's like a ball to us. But Hika-chan and Kao-chan's Mom worked with an American company for this dress!"
"I see..." I said. "And why would I need such a beautiful dress?" I asked casually, focusing on my phone screen again as I took a drink of my coffee.
"It's for the party tonight!" Mitsu exclaimed, pink flowers hovering over his head. I spit out the bitter liquid that I had just drowned in flavored creamer not too long ago.
"Party?" This was the first time I was ever hearing about a party.
"Careful Miko-chan! You almost stained your dress!" Mitsu said, ignoring my confusion.
"Mitsu..." I said slowly, trying to contain my agitation. I hadn't been expecting to go out in public this soon. I was still a bit jet lagged and the least thing I wanted was to attend a party.
"Come on! It will be fun!" He quipped, his cheeks pink in excitement. It seemed he figured out that I was going to turn down the invitation.
"I'm still jet-lagged Onii-chan. I don't think I could handle a night of-" I froze when I saw his puppy-dog pout, his eyes were filled with tears at the edges and he puffed out his cheek to accentuate the mouth.
