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.
I haven't been in my classes all morning due to the preparation for the two day exposition. The student council has been extremely busy with preparation, and obviously, I had to do my part as well. I haven't seen my friends all day, so I knew I would have to squeeze in some room to see them during lunch.
I was at the front of the school with a stack of flyers in my hands as I passed them along to every student that walked in— regardless if they were an Ouran Academy student or a visitor from another school.
My stomach was grumbling embarrassingly loud as I plastered a fake smile on my face. I was so tired; my ankles hurt from walking around the entirety of the school grounds, my voice hurt from talking the whole time, and all my bones were practically sanded down to what felt like literally nothing.
"Maiko-san!" The president hurried over, smiling as he took the stack of paper from my hands. "You can go have lunch now. We'll meet back in the student council room before the exposition goes into full play."
"Thank you, Masuda-senpai!"
I wondered off towards the music room, finding many students in different uniforms that I didn't recognize at all. Some seemed to be from Lobelia Girl's Academy, where my mother attended, and I also recognized the uniform from Kyoto Private School. Once I opened the doors to the Host Club, I was surprised to find a trio of girls in.. fancy outfits?
Behind them was the Host Club, dressed in less-extravagant knight outfits. I eyed Tamaki's white outfit and smiled — white was definitely his colour.
I assumed that this was the 'Zuka Club' that I had heard about from my mother.
"Maiko!"
"My, my— are all the maidens here just exceptionally pretty?" A tall girl let go of Haruhi — who I just noticed she was holding — and took hold of me. She was uncomfortably close to my face as she inspected me. "Your skin is so soft! And your eyes are so doe-like! You're so cute!"
I grimaced, backing my head as far away as possible from her. "Can you let go of me?" I dodged all her attempts at grabbing my cheeks.
The other girls went on and on about whatever little competition thing they had with the Host Club, and I thought I would be able to slip away unnoticed, until: "And to think, they're dragging this sweet young girl down with them," She tilted my chin up, bringing our faces closer together.
I pulled my head away from her grasp just as Tamaki rushed to my side. Pulling me behind him with a loose hand around my wrist, he pointed a finger at her. "You don't seem to know much about women either— can't you tell you're making her uncomfortable?" He narrowed his eyes at the trio.
The 'leader' of the three smirked. "Your president might be a pretty little halfer, but you," She pointed at Tamaki in a similar manner that he did to her, "You shouldn't be using your looks to fool this young maiden's golden heart!"
