MAIKO TAKATA was not good at making friends. She only had one friend, and that was Haruhi Fujioka. But when Haruhi finds themselves becoming a host in Ouran Academy's notorious Host Club, Maiko meets some new people that allow her to flourish in a n...
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MAIKO.
"Welcome, Maiko, to the Tropical Aqua Garden!" Tamaki smiled. A nonchalant arm was wrapped around my shoulders, while the other moved around animatedly to showcase everything.
"Cool..?" I was confused. One minute I was sitting by the fountain and the next, Tamaki grabbed me out of nowhere and pulled me into a limo. "I'm confused, what are we doing?"
"Relaxing in the Ootori group's new healing facility, of course!" he exclaimed. He seemed very excited and I certainly didn't want to piss on his mood, so I replicated his smile.
Kyoya, who was leaning on a sun chair (surprisingly with no notebook in sight), added, "It's not open until next month, but even hosts deserve a vacation here and there."
My lips perked upwards and I shook my head. They took the Host Club very seriously. "Of course," I agreed. They did work very hard for the club, especially Kyoya. Who knows how quickly they would've gone in debt without him? Especially with Tamaki's impulsiveness and Honey-senpai's love for sweets. "Thank you for letting me tag along, Kyoya."
He gave me a minimal smile in return.
"Maiko!" Tamaki was pushed off me and was replaced by the smirking twins. "Our mother had something made for you when she heard we were all coming here. Get changed into it!" They grinned in union.
I rolled my eyes, but smiled nonetheless as they pushed me into a small changing room. And would you look at that? They lied.
There were racks and racks of swim wear in the room— definitely not just one thing. I wondered if this had to do with the not-so-friendly competition she had with my own mother. They were sort-of friends: they were only friends when there weren't any opportunities to be above the other.
I chose a simple black bikini that didn't expose too much, but was still stylish. I tied my hair into a quick bun to ensure it was out of my face in precaution of the water. You would never know with these boys.
"Aw, that one's cute!" Haruhi smiled when I walked out. They wore an oversized t-shirt and basket-ball shorts, which made sense because they hated being in the water anyway, so I doubted that they were going to go for a swim today.
I, on the other hand, much enjoyed the water.
"Right," I gave them a little twirl. "My mom would kill me, but still cute," I joked.
Before we could start walking back to the group, a bright yellow hoodie was thrown in my face. I picked the fabric off, meeting an embarrassed Tamaki's face.
His gaze was elsewhere as he spoke. "You should um... it's cold and you're... you.. I think—uh," he continued to stumble on his words, failing to meet my gaze.
Haruhi giggled. "Just say you don't want the other boys to see her in her bikini, senpai," they teased.
"N-no!" Tamaki denied, shaking his head. I laughed and wore the warm hoodie anyway, seeing as I probably wouldn't be able to have an actual conversation with him if I didn't. "That's not it, I swear!"
