Just His Type (An Ouran Highschool Host Club Story)

A Makeover

Michiru hummed as she watched the hosts do their 'jobs,' wondering who permitted them to run this sort of club in the first place. Michi couldn't understand it. It was such a prestigious school, and yet the Host Club was running around with no sense of decency, making Haruhi run around like a maid. Haruhi was standing next to her as they people-watched the room. Michi blushed as she noticed the twins on the other side of the room doing some act- getting up and close to each other- almost in a romantic way. She shivered slightly as her face turned pink. Shaking her head, she continued her watch. Their gazes drifted from table to table until their sights came across a table that held only some guests.

Michi was confused as to why they had no host taking care of them, nudging Haruhi. "Haru? How come they don't have a host?"

Haruhi looked over and tilted her head. "I'm not sure-"

"Sorry, we're running late," a small voice spoke up before Michi heard a yawn. The girls at the table all smiled as they looked over, making Michi follow their gazes. Her eyes widened at the sight of a blonde boy who looked like they should be in elementary school riding on the back of one of the tallest boys she's ever seen with spiky black hair.

She could feel her face heating up ever-so-slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the scene. Michi couldn't figure out what was causing this reaction. She considered maybe it was because of how adorable the smaller boy was, but she also couldn't stop watching the taller one. Perhaps it was because of how intimidating he seemed with his imposing appearance. She found herself unable to look away from him.

"Hello, Honey!"

"Hey, Mori!"

"I'm sorry ladies. I was waiting for Takashi to finish his kendo meeting, and I fell asleep," the petite blonde mumbled sleepily as he rubbed at his eyes. "And I'm still not completely awake." The girls at their table started freaking out about how adorable he was, squealing like a bunch of fangirls.

"Is he really a third-year student," Haruhi muttered, wondering aloud. Michi looked at her in shock.

"What? The little boy is a third year?"

"Honey-senpai may seem young and childish, but he's a prodigy," Kyoya stated, making Michiru flinch at his sudden appearance. He glanced at her in return, making her return her gaze at the two from before. "And Mori-senpai's allure is his strong and silent disposition." So, the small one was Honey, and the taller one was called Mori. Michi hummed as she looked over at Haruhi and thought this over as well.

"Haru-chan," the small voice exclaimed suddenly before all Michiru saw was a flash of blonde and blue. Haruhi was tackled in a hug and spun around by her arm. Michi stifled a laugh as he landed back on the ground, leaving Haruhi swaying dizzily as he smiled brightly at her. "Do you want to have some cake with me?"

"T-Thanks, but I'm not really into cake," Haruhi stuttered as she tried to steady herself.

Michi let herself giggle as she watched her sister tilt a bit as she regained her balance. Honey blinked in surprise as he finally seemed to notice the new figure beside Haruhi. He tipped his head to the side as he gawked at her with wide eyes.

"Who's your friend, Haru-chan?"

Haruhi hummed as she finally regained her bearings. She looked over at Michi and nodded. "Oh, this is my sister."

Michi lowered her gaze as he stared at her with his big brown eyes. He was adorable. She bowed slightly in respect. "I'm Michiru Fujioka. It's nice to meet you, Honey-senpai," she murmured.

He stared a bit longer before he smiled once more. "Oh, wow! You're the one who passed the audition for the music scholarship! You must play very pretty if you pass your audition! I want to hear you play! You're like a hero, Mi-chan," Honey exclaimed with glee, jumping eagerly like a bunny. "Do you want to eat some cake with me and Takashi?"