DISCE, OHSHC.

⁺ ♡ some terms are in order

All at once, the seven other hosts swarmed around your chair.

"You have a broken heart?" Honey asked. "Is that why you've been so off? You should have told us! I've been such a terrible friend. I had no idea." His bottom lip trembled and his eyes grew misty.

"I was just kidding," you said before Honey could start crying. "My heart is perfectly intact."

"You're lying," Honey whimpered. "Now you're just trying to hide it."

"I'm not, I'm telling you—"

Honey turned his face into Mori's pant leg and you instantly felt like a jerk as quiet sobs escaped him. Maybe your heart wasn't exactly intact, but this was exactly why you'd been trying to brush it off. You couldn't watch Honey cry without feeling your own eyes start to tear up.

Mori stooped to rub circles into Honey's back. He looked at you pointedly. You should have told us.

"I didn't want to make it a big deal," you said, cringing.

"But it is a considerable deal," the blonde host said. He took your hand suddenly, pressing it to his chest. "I can't even begin to imagine how heavy the burden you carry is. See how your head bows and your eyes shine with unshed tears! You poor, wretched thing!" Blondie heaved an enormous sigh and looked at you with a trembling smile. "Might I know the name of the heart I am meant to restore?"

You pulled your hand away from him. To say that his flowery descriptions of your supposed misery rankled you would be an understatement. "I think I've had enough of this. I'm leaving."

"But you can't!" Blondie gasped. "I could not, in good conscience, allow a suffering soul to leave this room unassuaged! Please, there must be something we can do for you!"

"I don't even know who you are," you snapped. You looked around at everyone staring at you. "I don't know who any of you are."

"They don't know who we are!" Honey wailed, his face still pressed against Mori.

You bit back a groan. "I didn't mean you and Mori."

"Tamaki, would you lay off of it?" a different host said. They were slight and brown-haired, and you recognized them as the person who had rolled their eyes. "You're coming on a little strong, even for you."

"Of course. You're right, Haruhi," Blondie said. He smoothed down his blazer and faced you directly. "Allow me to take a step back and introduce myself properly. My name is Suoh Tamaki, President of the Host Club." He bowed and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "The gentleman you've been talking to is Ootori Kyoya, the Vice President."

You couldn't help side-eyeing Kyoya. If it weren't for him and his dumb questions, you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. He pretended not to notice.

Tamaki pinched the brown-haired host's cheek. "This little darling is Fujioka Haruhi." Then he gestured at the two hosts who had been hovering behind you the entire time. You turned, surprised to find that they were twins. "The one on your left is Hitachiin Kaoru and the one on your right is Hitachiin Hikaru."

The twins stared at you blandly, their expressions inscrutable.

"He's Hikaru, actually," the one on the right said, pointing to the left.

"And he's Kaoru," the one on the left said, pointing to the right.

You looked between them a few times, trying to find some marker to tell the two apart. You only succeeded in confusing yourself and forgetting who was who.

"So you have a broken heart, huh?" the twin on the right asked. You decided that he would be Hikaru until further notice.

"Takes balls to admit something like that," the other twin, Kaoru, said.