𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁; 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤

04. DANCE

At the end of the day, your secret had been found out by the host club.

"SHE WAS A GIRL THIS ENTIRE TIME?!" Shidou yelled, pointing over at you with a shocked expression. You snorted upon seeing the hilarious faces of the rest of the club members, who all apparently found out of your true gender along the way.

"Yes you idiot." Rin scoffed. "Have you looked at her? Or even heard her speak?"

"I thought he— she was just a little underdeveloped!" Shidou exclaimed. "I mean, look! What kind of girl looks so... so boyish?!"

"Well, some gum got caught in my hair the night before, so I decided to cut it all off." You shrugged. "This is what I looked like before..."

You fished for your wallet, pulling out the student ID you had received upon admission into Blue Lock. You handed it to Bachira, and all the boys huddled around him to take a look at your old style.

'She's SO CUTE...!'

"Listen." You spoke up, all eyes suddenly turning to you. "I'm sorry for hiding that from you all, but I also never explicitly said I was a boy, either. I don't really care how people perceive me... other people's opinions don't change the fact that I'm a girl."

You continued. "I can't believe I'm saying this, jeez... please let me stay on as a host. I won't be able to pay off that debt in a million years if I did it on my own. So please, let me do this."

Chigiri shrugged, glancing from his fellow hosts then back to you. "I see no issue with it. You did fine the entire day, and even racked in some extra profit. Statistic-wise, you're a great addition."

"Yeah, same here. I don't mind working with a girl." Bachira smiled.

"That's the thing, though." Shidou clicked it tongue. "None of our regular girls would visit you if they found out you weren't actually a boy. So that leaves one option..."

You tugged at the boy's uniform, uncomfortable with how perfect it suited your frame. Usually clothes were too big in some areas and too small in others, but at Blue Lock, the uniforms were perfectly made to fit the person.

You were sworn to secrecy about your true gender.

The host club sent you home with three new uniforms, a whole new student ID, and fake records that you could use to fake your gender even further. You thought it was getting ridiculous with how far they were willing to go— forging documents for the sake of their club's success was unheard of.

As of now, you were heading back up to the club room. School had just gotten out of session, and the walk across campus had to be at least ten minutes, so you had to start off right away in order not to be late.

You tugged on the golden doors, opening them up to enter. You were immediately met with the smell of baked goods and... rich? If being rich was a smell, that would be what you smelt. The host club was filled with ballroom decorations: tables and chairs were stacked in piles in the corner, bouquets of flowers were littered across the floors, and bunches of teacup sets were set out on long tables that stretched the entirety of the room.

"What the hell..." You murmured.

"Glad you could join us, my little princess." Shidou grinned, taking hold of your hand and dragging you into the room. You blanched at the nickname. Princess? Really?

"Don't hog her, Shidou." Nagi appeared out of nowhere, smoothly linking his arm around your waist. "It's no fun when you do that."

"Am I a rag doll to you guys?" You muttered with a blush.