Just His Type (An Ouran Highschool Host Club Story)

From This to That

The glare of the warm orange hues from the sunset set a cozy atmosphere in the host club. While she didn't want to be planning for a big fancy party, she didn't mind reading and listening through the music Kyoya had asked her to help prepare and select- telling her that she would have a better taste for music than he could muster. And with their "king" currently throwing a tantrum, Kyoya couldn't have Tamaki do it.

Michiru sighed heavily, glancing back down at the sheet music before her. Reaching over to the small iPod on the table, she hit play before lifting her pencil back up to make small markings on the papers. She hummed the melody softly- seemingly forgetting that the other hosts were also there for a moment as she read through the notes, jotting down what songs could accompany it on the setlist as classical notes sang in her ears through a pair of headphones.

It was hard to focus on the prospects of planning this giant party with all these confusing thoughts going along in her head. Well, that, and the clacking of Kyoya's fingers on the keyboard and the annoyingly loud slurping Tamaki was doing at a table by the windows. She was grateful for the iPod filled with musical pieces Kyoya had given her so she could go through them all piece by piece- she was in her element. In the music.

At least I don't have to perform for the whole party. I can't believe they found a small orchestra to play for the dance. Such rich kid behavior... Michiru sighed softly as she listened to a crescendo in the current music, smiling gently at the sound as she closed her eyes. I suppose it will be fun to experience it in person.

A sudden thunk on the table made Michiru jump, gasping sharply as she recoiled in her chair- eyes wide. Her hand went to her chest, which heaved quickly with her panicked breath. An earbud had fallen out of her ear at her sudden movement, breaking her reverie of music. Tamaki was standing there with a crazed look, hands on the table.

So that was it. Tamaki had slammed his hands on the table. That's what scared her.

Michiru tried to slow her heart rate as she took a few breaths, shaking her head. So much for music... She reached over to pause the music, slowly taking out the other headphones before setting it down gently in front of her. "Tamaki-senpai, you nearly gave me a heart attack..."

Tamaki backed up quickly, ignoring Micihiru's words, pointing at Michiru's sister, who sat beside her at the table. "Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl!"

Michiru hummed softly at this, glancing over at Haruhi questioningly. What had she missed while lost in the music? "Haru?"

Haruhi shook her head before looking at Tamaki in confusion. "Huh?"

Tamaki was beyond repair- holding his head as he shook it repeatedly. Honey stood between Michiru and Haruhi, eyes watering at Tamaki's sudden mood swings. "I don't understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady!" Michiru blinked at the accusation.

I'm hosting, too, though... Why isn't he angry at me then?

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Michiru blinked. Oh... wait a minute...

"No one in the entire school knows the truth except for those of us here!"

The Hitachiins both went to stand side by side with Tamaki, Hikaru on his left, while Kaoru stood on the right.

Hikaru nodded. "Yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes. Only Michiru takes gym class."

She watched as Kaoru joined in. "And the attendance numbers are all mixed together so that no one can tell anyway."

Michiru felt a little uneasy at Tamaki's outbursts, reaching over to grab Haruhi's hand for reassurance. She bit her lip, glancing between her and Tamaki as the other hosts followed Tamaki's behavior. "Tamaki-senpai... Maybe you should calm down a bit. Take a deep breath?"