Just His Type (An Ouran Highschool Host Club Story)

A Party Favor

"Tamaki-senpai... I don't see the point of me wearing this," Michiru stuttered, looking down at the fabric they called an outfit. "It's so... frilly and... pink. I thought we were just having coffee?"

"Yes, my daughter! You must wear it! You look so cute with it on with your little apron and pigtails!"

The dress in question was a pink dress with Juliet sleeves, the skirt flaring out from her waist with a white petticoat underneath. The skirt ended just above her knees, white stockings peaking out underneath, running down to her matching pink mary-janes. A white frilly apron rested on the skirt, tied in a perfect bow in the back. Michiru pulled on her hair, now resting on each shoulder in pigtails held back with white ribbons, blushing as she eyed herself in the mirror.

Michi pouted as she turned to Tamaki, crossing her arms. "But it's so... pink."

"Don't worry, Michiru, it just means you'll blend into the rest of the school," Haruhi teased, Michiru throwing a glare her way.

"But why do I need to dress this way, and Haruhi gets to stay in uniform..." Michi huffed, cheeks aflame as she avoided eye contact with any of the other hosts. "This has to be some form of torture..."

Hikaru and Kaoru started fixing parts of her dress, picking at her and fixing her hair. 

"Our mom designed it a couple of years ago-"

"-It was part of a maid-cafe line."

"But... pink?"

Kyoya was writing away in his notebook. He barely glanced up at her as she whined, his eyes assessing her appearance, before looking back down at his notebook. "If you wear the dress, I'll cut Haruhi's quota down to 800."

Haruhi jumped at the sound of that, looking at her pleadingly. "Please, Michi. Just one day."

"B-but..." Michi looked away nervously. 

Honey flounced over with Usa-chan, smiling at Michiru with a blush on his cheeks. "I think you look adorable, Mi-chan! You look like a doll! Right, Takashi?"

"Yeah," Mori agreed, looking away. 

Michi's face turned a deeper shade of red. She turned on her heel, flattening out the skirt. "I-I suppose one day wouldn't... hurt."

The twins hummed at her response, grinning at her at the sudden 180 in her decision. She glared at them half-heartedly, shaking her head. They both snickered, leaning in closer to her face. 

"Oh, I see how it is," Hikaru teased, whispering in her ear. 

"You don't mind wearing it now that Mori-senpai says you look cute," Kaoru continued in her other ear before their voices lowered even more.

"You like Mori-senpai-"

"-Don't you, Michiru."

Michi squeaked, quickly backing away from the twin boys as steam practically flew out of her ears. Tamaki started yelling at them, shaking both as he went full-on "dad mode."

"YOU LEAVE MY SWEET AND INNOCENT DAUGHTER ALONE, YOU LITTLE DEVILS! MICHIRU IS A PURE AND DIGNIFIED YOUNG LADY, AND I WON'T HAVE YOU SHADY TWINS HARASSING HER!"

Mori and Honey waved goodbye as they left for Mori's kendo club meeting, leaving Michi and Haruhi to watch the scene before them. Michiru tried not to laugh while Haruhi facepalmed at the sight. The twin girls looked at each other and shrugged before making their way over to Haruhi's table. Haruhi was finishing her setup, checking to make sure all her stuff was ready, while Michiru stared off into space, sitting down in one of the seats as she leaned against the table. She rested her head on her hand, fiddling with the edge of the apron with the other. Her mind started to wander.