Ouran High School Host Club Preferences

They See Your Scars (Self-Inflicted)-

Tamaki Suoh-

Tamaki was always dramatic, but never about your pain. He noticed them one day when you were reaching for a tea tray, your sleeve falling just slightly. His world seemed to freeze.
"Mon ange... what happened to you?" he whispered, voice trembling. He didn't reach out right away—he didn't want to scare you.
When you turned, panic rising in your throat, he stepped closer gently and cupped your cheeks. "You don't have to hide from me. You are so loved."
He held you like something precious, like breaking was no longer allowed—because he would never let you feel alone in your pain again.

Kyoya Ootori-

Kyoya didn't push. He simply noticed one day—sharp eyes catching the faded scars on your thighs when you shifted on the couch. His fingers paused mid-typing, then slowly closed his laptop.
"You've been hurting for a while, haven't you?"
His voice was low, steady, respectful. When you didn't answer, he didn't pressure you.
Instead, he moved to sit beside you, offering quiet companionship. "You don't need to tell me. But know this—if you ever want to, I'm here. And you never have to suffer silently again."

Kaoru Hitachiin-

Kaoru always noticed the little things—your fake smiles, the way your laughter didn't reach your eyes. But it still shattered him when he saw the old cuts on your arms while helping you clean paint off your skin in the art room.
He didn't speak. He just gently took your hands, tears threatening to fall.
"I wish I'd known sooner... I'm so sorry you were carrying that alone."
He kissed each mark with heartbreaking tenderness and pulled you into his chest. "You're not broken. You're human. And I love you just the same."

Hikaru Hitachiin-

Hikaru never understood pain like that until he saw it etched into your skin. The silence that fell between you was unlike anything before.
He choked back emotion. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've done anything to help you..."
When you started to cry, thinking you ruined everything, he didn't let you go.
"You're still my person," he whispered against your hair. "I don't care about the scars. I care about you. And I'm staying—no matter what."

Takashi Morinozuka-

Honey had a sweetness that never felt fake, and when he saw the marks, his big brown eyes welled up with tears.
"No one should ever feel so sad they hurt themselves..."
He hugged you tighter than ever before, Usachan gently squished between you two.
"I'm gonna make you cakes when you're sad, okay? And I'll stay with you 'til you feel better. Always."
His love was innocent but unwavering. "You're not alone anymore."

Mitsukuni Haninozuka-

Mori never needed words to express how much he cared. When he saw your scars while training with you in the club's dojo, he didn't gasp or panic.
He paused, placing a strong, gentle hand over your wrist.
"I see you," he said softly. "And I'm not going anywhere."
He held you close for a long time, his heartbeat strong and grounding against your ear. He didn't force a conversation. He just let his presence say what words couldn't: "You're safe. You're cherished."

Ritsu Kasanoda-

Kasanoda was awkward, often loud and misunderstood. But when he saw the faint, healed-over scars on your thighs while lending you his jacket, he went completely silent.
"Did someone hurt you?" he blurted, voice low. When you hesitated, he softened. "You don't have to tell me. I just... I'm really sorry you went through anything that made you feel like that."
He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure, but finally just opened his arms. "I'm not good with words but... I'm here. If you want me to be."

Yasuchika Haninozuka-

Yasuchika wasn't the best with emotions. He often teased or pushed people away—but seeing your scars left him stunned.
He sat beside you, arms draped over his knees. "You've been through hell, huh?"
No judgment. Just quiet empathy.
"You're not weak. You're still standing. That makes you the strongest person I know."
And then, softer: "I... I don't want you to hurt anymore. You matter. So much more than you think."

Umehito Nekozawa-

Nekozawa didn't recoil from darkness—he understood it. When your sleeves slipped during a private reading session, and he saw your arms, he didn't speak for a moment.
Then, in the flicker of candlelight, he gently reached for your hand.
"You've been haunted... like me," he whispered. "But you're still here. And I... I think that's beautiful."
He kissed your knuckles, reverently. "You are not cursed. You are loved. And I will never fear the parts of you that hurt."