The dusty hallways of Ouran Academy gave me the creeps. I mean, I came here because the school was practically BEGGING me to attend. And, in EVERY SINGLE room were students working diligently. It looked like no one was having fun. I mean, these kids are rich, right? I
I paused beside and old trophy case. A picture inside showed the faces of seven guys.
Seven.
Incredibly.
Cute.
Guys.
As I kept on walking, I noticed the hallways becoming more and more desolate. Then, I heard faint laughter in the distance. I ran towards it, curiosity getting the best of me. I skidded to a stop in front double doors. The plaque to the right read 'music room 03'.
I opened the door and caught the faintest smell of roses on the wind.
Dead roses.
Wait, wind?
What the heck?
I completely pushed open the doors and what I saw inside was...
"Welcome to the host club!"
...seven old men in incredibly weird poses.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB~~
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