You had made it very clear that you didn't want anything out of the ordinary for your last day at the Host Club. You just wanted to go about club activities like usual and maybe have a small announcement at the end of the day that you would no longer be a host. The Mori debacle had thankfully died out over the weekend; you didn't want to stir things up again. Just a nice, quiet afternoon with the Host Club before you ducked out.
But you knew as soon as you opened the music room doors and a swirl of confetti that greeted you that you would not be having a nice, quiet afternoon.
"Happy Last Day!" The cheer was so loud you actually stumbled back a step. You opened the door wider to find the music room absolutely packed. Every single one of the Host Club's guests must have shown up today.
There was raucous applause and cheering, and more confetti rained down on you. A piece stabbed you in the eye and you swore under your breath.
In a choreographed movement, the crowd parted down the middle, revealing a scarlet carpet running length of the room. At its end was Tamaki, sprawled over a throne like an errant prince.
He smiled at you, his violet eyes gleaming. Extending a graceful hand, he said, "Come forward, my fair knight."
Well. This was something.
You shuffled forward, only now realizing that everyone was in various states of royal dress, wide dresses and cravats and waistcoats. Kyoya wasn't going to scold you for forgetting your costume, was he? You hadn't even known you were supposed to dress up today.
You finally stopped in front of Tamaki, your scalp prickling from the weight of everyone's stares. Fanned out on either side of Tamaki were the hosts, their armour practically blinding you. If the twins were supposed to have given you your own suit of armour, they hadn't delivered.
Someone coughed pointedly. You glanced around, then noticed Renge mouthing at you to kneel. You did so.
"You have served us well during your tenure here," Tamaki began. His voice rang around the room. "In your time as our Tragic Host, you have upheld the tenets of the Host Club, consistently displaying the qualities of an engaging, considerate host. You have been kind and courteous, and no one can deny that you have been a paragon of manner and class."
Your mouth twitched. This sounded familiar. Kyoya had probably written this script for Tamaki, even though you had never once cracked open his obscenely large handbook folder.
Tamaki caught your eye and seemed to hide a laugh.
"You have been a joy to have around, and we'll be sad to see you go. We wish you the best in all of your future endeavours. You will always have a place here at the Host Club."
You just managed to stifle a gasp as Kyoya languidly passed Tamaki a sword. He lightly rested the blade on each of your shoulders before bidding you to rise.
"Henceforth you will bear the seal of the Host Club. Let it be known that you will always be under our protection, no matter the circumstance."
Everyone broke out into applause as the twins stepped forward and slipped a sash over your head. It was a bizarre mix between beauty pageant and medieval knighting, but you decided not to question it.
An expectant hush descended on the room as you turned to face the crowd. You didn't have anything prepared, but it seemed right to say something just then.
"Well, um, hey everyone. If you've been around lately, you probably know me as the Tragic Type host." How did Keiji just get up and do this everyday? It was too difficult to face the guests, so you turned around to look at the hosts instead.
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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...
