The "Lovable" Type| OHSHC x OC

Each Bitter Moment Sinks like a Seed

Amei munched on a pocky, the faint crunch breaking through the buzz of voices as she stepped back into the room. The sight before her was enough to make anyone pause—mannequins lined up like soldiers on display, each one dressed in a swimsuit that ranged from elegant to outright absurd. Bright blues, fiery reds, soft pastels—there was no shortage of color, and yet the chaos of it all felt distinctly Host Club.

The twins were holding Haruhi up by her arms, showcasing a swimsuit to her as if she were a mannequin herself. Honey, perched on the arm of a nearby sofa, held up a sleek blue one-piece with a sweet smile. "I think this would look good on Haru-chan!" he chirped, his voice cheerful and unbothered.

Amei, leaning lazily against the doorway, tilted her head and hummed in agreement. "Blue does suit her well," she said, her tone calm as ever, though amusement tugged at the corners of her lips.

The twins, however, wagged their fingers dramatically, stepping forward like stage performers about to deliver a line. "You don't get it, do you, Honey-senpai?"

Honey blinked, his head tilting innocently. "Hm?"

With synchronized precision, they lifted Haruhi higher, dangling her slightly as they launched into their spiel. "Just wearing this uniform glosses over the fact that she's as flat as a cutting board," Hikaru declared, his grin sharp.

Kaoru picked up where he left off, waving his hand for emphasis. "A one-piece suit like that would only invite tears, by making it obvious how utterly poor her figure is."

Amei's laid-back stance shifted, her eyes narrowing into a sharp glare as she straightened up, the unfinished pocky stick dangling between her fingers. "Now that's just disrespectful," she cut in, her voice flat but carrying enough weight to make her irritation clear. "Who said she had the male gaze in mind, anyway?"

The twins, predictably, ignored her completely. Instead, they dramatically unveiled another option, thrusting a pink two-piece with layered frills into the spotlight. "On that point, we've carefully selected this separate-type suit!" Kaoru announced triumphantly.

Tamaki's voice cut through the commotion like a clap of thunder. "How dare you heap sexual harassment on my little girl! That's enough of that!"

The twins snickered and ducked behind a table where Haruhi had been placed, clearly enjoying the chaos they'd created. "Then we aren't going to the beach?" Hikaru teased, peeking over the edge.

Letting their antics fade into background noise, Amei wandered further into the room, her steps unhurried as she began to examine the swimsuits on display.

She stopped beside a blue-and-yellow number with a dangerously low plunge down the center.

Her fingers brushed the fabric absentmindedly as she tilted her head, studying it with an appraising eye. "This one's cute," she murmured thoughtfully.

Honey's voice piped up beside her, full of curiosity. "Is that the kind of swimsuit you want to wear, Mei-chan?"

Amei's soft chuckle was accompanied by a shake of her head as she straightened. "No," she said lightly, a playful glint in her eye. "I'm not one for cuts that deep. At that point, I might as well wear a bikini, I'd say."

She continued browsing, fingers brushing against the different fabrics.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, her brows occasionally furrowing as she paused to study certain suits.

One mannequin caught her eye—a blue swimsuit with an alarming dip in the back.

Her lips pursed slightly, her brow lifting in skepticism. "Why are these even considered swimsuits?" she muttered, the question half to herself.