The Host Club was sepia-toned today, the curtains drawn and armchairs arranged in a circle like the hosts were all characters in a smoking room.
The Host Club rarely ever had days off. It simply wasn't in Kyoya's nature to allow such monetary losses, and it left everyone else incredibly bored besides. Only on extremely pressing matters did Kyoya make exceptions.
Somehow, this happened to be one of them. And at Renge's insistence, nonetheless.
"Gentlemen," Renge began, "as I'm sure you're well aware, we have a very unique guest under our care." Everyone nodded sagely. Haruhi cocked an eyebrow.
She asked whether they were talking about you.
Kyoya retrieved his black notebook. "Indeed. With Renge's input, I thought it necessary to have a meeting discussing the club's approach over the next little while. There's quite a lot banking on our guest's successful recovery."
Haruhi was still unfazed. "Like what?"
"Why, the reputation of the club!" Tamaki exclaimed. "We've announced to the entire academy that we'll be able to heal a broken heart! We're bound to that promise! By doing so, we're displaying the true prowess of the Host Club!"
"Not to mention our own dignity," the twins said.
"This is no trivial matter," Kyoya said when he noticed Haruhi hiding a smirk. "It is in everyone's best interest that they recover from their broken heart. No effort shall be spared. It's all or nothing. Mori, if you please."
Mori wheeled out an old-school projector from some unseen corner and handed Kyoya the switch. The lights dimmed and a screen lowered from the ceiling.
"Where did we get that from?" Haruhi whispered. Tamaki shushed her.
Kyoya moved to the first slide—an admittedly very unflattering picture of you caught mid-yawn. The twins snickered.
"Judging at first by their demeanour and behaviour, I believed they was only a class C student. Class B at best. That, however, is not the case. They are, in fact, a Class A student, possessing both wealth and lineage."
A family tree was shown next. Renge pointed out the spots of interest.
"Their mother is a renowned art critic and their father is an art conservator-restorator. They're both highly regarded in the art crowd and regularly make large contributions to museums, galleries and independent artists. On their paternal side, their family includes a long line of portrait painters. On their maternal side, various sculptors and art historians."
"I thought they weren't into art," Haruhi murmured.
"They aren't," Honey said. "They've always been bad at it. They couldn't care less about it."
"And their parents are okay with that?"
Kyoya switched to the next slide. Your current academy ID as well as an overview of your studies appeared. "They have strengths in other areas. They were the captain of the volleyball team. They're looked favourably upon by teachers, well-liked by students and already have a scholarship for open studies overseas. They have an extensive volunteer history both in and out of Ouran and are well-acquainted with various internships in the area. In short, they have no problem looking out for themself."
Everyone was briefly quiet.
"That doesn't sound like them," Kaoru said.
"That doesn't even look like them," Hikaru said, eyeing the flawless uniform and perfect complexion in the ID picture.
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DISCE, OHSHC.
Fanfiction♡ . disce ─ perhaps no one at ouran is more qualified to deal with a broken heart than the host club. with a student's heartbreak painfully obvious to everyone but themself, the host club takes it upon themselves to remedy that. all against that...
