I am a boy! ||Ohshc

"Starting today, you're the Host Club's dog!"

Izumi and his sister strolls through the lavish halls of their academy, the polished floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers. The air was thick with elegance as they passed groups of students, each more extravagantly dressed than the last. Girls in voluminous yellow gowns twirled gracefully, their laughter echoing down the corridors, while boys in crisp, tailored suits stood poised, engaging in light conversation. It felt like they'd wandered into a scene straight out of a ball rather than a school.

"Is this really a place to study?" Izumi whispers, eyeing the extravagant scene. His sister just smirked, nudging him playfully. "Welcome to the world of the rich and ridiculous, brother." Haruhi says making them both sigh. "Damn those rich people" they say in unison as they come to a room they thought to be abandoned.

"I guess this is the only place we can study in peace and quiet," Izumi says, glancing at his sister. She nods in agreement, and he reaches for the door, pulling it open with a soft creak. As it swings wide, a gust of air stirs up delicate rose petals, sending them drifting down from above.

"Welcome," a chorus of voices says in unison, the sound echoing through the room. Izumi's eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. Six impeccably dressed boys stand in the center of the grand room, each with a distinct, polished charm. Their gazes lock onto Izumi and his sister, as if they had been expecting them.

Only those with excellent social standing, and those from filthy rich families, are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.

They stare curiously at the pair, making Izumi sweatdrop nervously. "Uh, this is a host club?" Izumi says, frantically feeling behind him in search of the door knob. "Wow, it's a girl and a boy," the twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, say in perfect unison, their voices filled with mischief.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe these two are in the same class as you," Kyoya remarks, adjusting his glasses. "Yeah, but she's shy, and so is he," the twins respond, shrugging. "They don't talk much, so we don't know anything about them." Kyoya smirks, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Hmm, that isn't very polite, is it? Well then, welcome to the Ouran Host Club, honor students." His voice carries amusement, the smirk still playing on his lips. "What?" Tamaki shouts, popping up from his throne, pressing his face uncomfortably close to the flustered Izumi, who is still fumbling with the door. "You must be Haruhi and Izumi Fujioka! You're the exceptional honor students we've heard about!" Tamaki exclaims, beaming.

Izumi tilts his head in confusion. "How do you know our names?" he asks. "Why, you're infamous," Kyoya chimes in, pushing up his glasses with a matter-of-fact tone. "It's not every day a commoner gains entrance into our academy." His voice remains cool and measured. "You must have audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student."

A chill runs up Izumi's spine at Kyoya's cold tone. Even though the boy holds a smile, both Izumi and Haruhi are unsure if they should take it as a compliment. "I don't think that's a compliment," Izumi mutters to Haruhi, who nods in agreement. "Well, uh, thank you... I think," Izumi says hesitantly. Without warning, Tamaki pats Izumi on the shoulder, getting far too close for comfort. "You're welcome! You're a hero to poor people, Fujioka! You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy!" he declares with wild enthusiasm.

"He is way too close," Izumi thinks, stepping back with Haruhi to create some distance. But Tamaki completely ignores the hint and follows them, still ranting. "It must be hard for you, being constantly looked down on by others," Tamaki continues, oblivious to the discomfort he's causing. "I think you're taking this 'poor' thing a bit too far," Haruhi mumbles, trying to distance herself from the overzealous Tamaki. "Spurned, neglected, but that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor!" Tamaki shouts, finally concluding his lengthy, dramatic speech.

"We welcome you, to our world of beauty!" he declares, hugging himself theatrically. Haruhi looks thoroughly annoyed, and Izumi rolls his eyes as they both turn toward the door. "Okay, we're out of here," Haruhi says flatly. "Hey! Come back, Haru-chan! And Izu-chan!!" screamed the short blonde boy, who suddenly wraps his arms around Haruhi's, pulling her back into the chaos.

"You must be some kind of superhero or something, so cool!" he exclaims, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "I'm not a hero, I'm just an honor student," Haruhi replies, staring at the small boy. She suddenly processes his words. "And who are you calling Haru-chan?!" she yells, causing the boy to tear up as he steps back, his hands waving defensively. "Eh?" Tamaki, meanwhile, holds his forehead dramatically, as if struck by a great revelation. "I never would have imagined that one of the famous scholars would be so openly gay."

"I'm sorry, openly what?" Haruhi asks, sweatdropping, thoroughly confused. Tamaki continues, oblivious. "So, tell me, what kind of boys are you into?" he asks, suddenly draping an arm around Izumi affectionately. Izumi freezes, his mind racing. "Wait, hold on... he thinks I'm a girl?!"

"Do you like the strong, silent type?" Tamaki asks, making Mori glance their way. "Or maybe the boy lolita?" Tamaki says as honey chimes in, still wiping away his tears while clutching his stuffed bunny, flowers practically glowing around him. "The mischievous type?"Tamaki says as the twins surround the siblings.  "Or the cool type?"Tamaki questions as kyoya adjusts his glasses while observing the pair. "This is way too weird," Izumi mutters, pulling away from Tamaki. "Uh, we were just looking for a quiet place to study," he mumbles nervously.

"Or maybe..." Tamaki grasps Izumi's chin, pulling his face uncomfortably close to his. Izumi's blood runs cold as Haruhi stands by, mouth agape, staring at the perverted prince. "This guy is too close!" Haruhi thinks, an angry mark throbbing on her forehead. "You're into a guy like me, aren't you? What do you say?" Tamaki asks, locking eyes with Izumi.

Izumi squeaks, stumbling backward—right into an expensive-looking vase. His eyes widen as the podium tips over. He lunges to catch it, but his fingertips just miss the handle. Time slows as the vase crashes to the ground, the shattering echoing throughout the room. The silence is deafening as Haruhi stares at the mess in disbelief.

"Aww," the twins appear behind her, fake sadness in their voices. "We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction," Kaoru laments. "Now you've done it, commoner!" Hikaru adds. "The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at 8 million yen!"

"WHAT?! Eight million yen?! Uh... how many thousand yen is that?" Izumi panics, starting to calculate in his head. "How many thousand are in a million?" Haruhi echoes, looking down.

Suddenly, Izumi snaps out of it. "Who the hell pays for a vase that expensive?!" Haruhi thinks in disbelief. "Uhh, I can pay you back," Izumi stammers, sweating. "With what money?" the twins ask in unison, exchanging amused glances. "You can't even afford a school uniform. What's with that grubby outfit, anyway?"

Meanwhile, Kyoya kneels by the shattered vase, inspecting a shard. "What do you think we should do, Tamaki?" he asks, looking at the blonde boy, who's now comfortably lounging back on his throne. "There's a famous saying, Fujioka," Tamaki declares, pointing dramatically at them. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since you have no money, you'll pay with your body. Starting today, you're the Host Club's dog!"

Izumi blinks slowly, feeling faint. I'm never getting out of here. Izumi think as his face pales making the Host Club members close in on him. "Poke, poke," Honey says, poking at Izumi with a small smile. Izumi finally collapses in shock, making Haruhi rush over. "Izumi!!" she shouts, shaking him in a panic.