Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Operation Kasanoda

Previously on What Has My Life Become?

The Host Club, and by that I really mean Tamaki and the twins, had launched their plan with the intention of making Bossa Nova – sorry, Kasanoda – into someone likeable to other people. A plan that I personally considered dumb, but Kasanoda seemed unopposed to because he trusted the Host Club (another dumb decision).

Honestly, things had just gotten even worse. "Really?" I stared at the twins blankly as several girls ran screaming and crying from the room. "Cat ears? What even made you think that would work? And stop laughing!" They both covered their mouths to muffle the snickers.

Tamaki looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand," he frowned. "Everyone knows that kitty ears have always been irresistibly cute to the male population, but Renge assured me that even girls found them attractive."

"Maybe you should have gathered information from a larger number of girls," Haruhi deadpanned.

"Or from people who aren't insane otakus," I snarked.

Even Kyouya had his own two cents to put in. "I don't know if people actually find it attractive or not, but if you ask me, simply sticking a pair of ears on his head isn't going to make his face look any better."

The twins nodded in agreement, which just made me suspicious. "That's just too half hearted, my lord!" They grinned. "If you really want to do something," they suddenly produced a frilly, black and white dress from somewhere. "Then you might as well go all out and make him a kitty-eared maid!"

"No!" I snapped, at the same time that Kasanoda growled at them fiercely. "ARE YOU TRYING TO RECREATE SOME SICK FANTASY? QUIT FOOLING AROUND WITH ME!"

They then pretended to sniffle and cry, whimpering about how scary he was being. I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Oh would you two just-"

"S-Sorry..." Why are you apologizing?! "It's just that I'm feeling frustrated 'cause you guys have been coming up with ideas for a week already...but everyone's still avoiding me..."

You're so sweet, you don't deserve this. "There is clearly no reason for you to apologise," Haruhi soothed him. "Everything is clearly the fault of these guys and their madcap ideas..."

"Haruhi, how could you be so mean?" Tamaki whined behind her, while the twins complained that she'd repeated the word clearly twice.

Kasanoda shook his head, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, this is my fault for being so ungrateful for all the help they've shown me."

You're so sweet, you REALLY DON'T DESERVE THIS. "To be honest, I don't see why we need to do all this," I huffed, folding my arms over my chest. "I think you're fine just the way you are." Had I looked behind me, I would have seen the shadow that passed over the twin's faces. "You don't have to go through all this trouble..."

"But...in order to become likeable," he grimaced and looked up with a determined expression, that just looked really threatening. Like, if this doesn't work I will take the damned dress and make you eat it. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!"

Well, I tried. Haruhi and I wandered over to the farther corner of the rather spacious room. "Wait, where did that dress even come from?" She suddenly asked, looking at me. That was a good question. Why did they even have that? We blinked at each other for a few seconds, and then I covered my face with my hands while she patted me on the shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

A couple of minutes later, we wandered back and I twitched with...shock? Horror? Laughter? Kasanoda had donned the dress, plus the cat ears, and the twins and Tamaki were doing up the ribbons. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, and that expression only added to the scary grimace on his face.