haikyuu!! host club (Gay/Yaoi)

Ch.2 : Susceptible

( Tsukki's POV ) :
All I could feel was boiling anger. Tch. Noya was reckless and stupid, but today surpasses all the stupid shit he's done combined. I couldn't help but feel like an outsider compared to the pink hues of the room. The carefully designed structures of each arch and pillar. The view of the cherry blossoms outside from the large, glass windows. It felt suspicious. I don't belong here. None of us do. I could feel Yamaguchi's vibes of fear and despair right behind me. It left a weird feeling on my neck. I had a strong urge to tell him to stop being a baby and suck it up. . . or maybe even tell him it'll be okay. . . but how could I when I feel the same way? Damn it. All I could do was put on my headphones, and just block myself out. Escape from this.

Everyone stopped to examine the group of people all standing behind the prince, wearing the same uniform, but different kinds of charm. I decided to examine too, but more closely as they we introduced. I first noticed a set of twins, Kaoru and Hikaru, with peach colored hair. They seemed like tricksters with their mischievous smiles. I then noticed a smaller boy, Honey, with golden blonde hair holding a pastel pink rabbit, and blushing happily. He seemed genuinely innocent, but easily able to pull off tricks and deceit with his first impression. Next, I noticed the tallest member, Mori, with a barren, emotionless face. He seemed intent on protecting Honey, and was a responsible man. I saw a more responsible looking man, Kyoya, but one who was prone to over-analyzing and logic... I suddenly felt anger just looking at him. Tch. I then noticed someone with chocolate brown hair standing the closest to the blonde prince. Haruhi. They didn't seem like a boy at all. I could see their female features prominent in their body and face. What the fuck was this?

Before we could even greet them or react, we were all pushed to different members, urging us to get fitted for suits. I was unlucky to fall into the hands of the two twins, who grinned at me deviously. My only reflex was to scowl and keep an emotionless face. They yanked at my arms, squeezed my hips with their gross hands, and caressed my shoulders, saying weird things after another. Kill me. I sighed out of relief when they finally said they were done. I was shoved to look in a gold encrusted mirror. I looked too serious and businesslike which was silly and too important of a role for me to uphold at the same time. "Do you like your look?!" They both chimed in unsion, twirling roses. I hoped those thorns would jab through their hands and make them bleed. "Whatever." I replied. "Owww~! Tsundere!" They both said again, unison. "Tch." I said, leaving to look for Yamaguchi. He must be terrified.

(Yamaguchi's POV):
All I could feel was terror... I couldn't even stay still, my body was trembling during fitting. I just sat there .. staring at my reflection. Wild, messy, forest green hair. Splotchy freckles. Flushed cheeks. I looked away. I can't stand my reflection. I felt like I was going to cry. I felt ridiculous. I could just feel the judgement of the host club members .... my own team ... Sighing, I pulled on my tie to pass the time. "You can leave the fitting room and go back now if you'd like." Haruhi said. I was too mesmerized on a stupid tie to even realize they were talking to me. I flinched and just stared at her, unsure if she was talking to me. "Oh.. I said-" "Aaah~ yeah... sorry... okay." I interrupted. I stood up messily, almost tripping over the fluffy carpet. How embarrassing of me... "You don't need to be so nervous.. it gets better." Haruhi spoke as I was walking out. I turned around... forcing the best smile I could. Haruhi smiled back, and for the first time.. I felt a smidge of reasurrance.

I was able to catch Tsukki leaning against a pillar, listening to music. I ran up to him, and as I ran, I could feel the tears spill out. I latched onto him, almost wrinkling the shoulders of his clean suit. I started crying into his chest .... I couldn't even stop crying to whisper his name.. I just felt a hollow silence for a while... until I felt something being placed on my ears. It felt warm. I started hearing music in my ears. Soft.. uneven... unpredictable.... indescribable sound... It felt relaxing. I was terrified. But for the first time... I felt reasurrance.

(Tsukishima's POV) :
I lost my feeling of reassurance. I sat at the circular table draped with pink tablecloth, tapping my fingers. Waiting. For a girl, any girl to come here. That's what I'm supposed to wait for. For a chance, any chance to get out of here.That's what I was really waiting for. I still didn't completely understand the host club. Pleasing "clients"?? My affection wasn't a business or a thing to be shared with snobby girls I don't know. The business seemed so two faced. Ugh. Before I could connect back to reality, a tall girl with minty, green eyes, pale and snowy skin, with glossy black hair parted into two curly pigtails sat in the vacant seat in front of me, waiting impatiently for me to react. "It's been 6 seconds without kissing me!!!!" The girl shrieked. Kiss her??? I'd rather be extinct. "Tch." "Why are you clicking your tongue at me?!?!?" I glared at the table Yamaguchi was sitting at. His seat was vacant... I wanted to- "What kind of host are you?! Not complimenting my eyes or kissing my hand!!!"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because... I'm your client!!!!!!!" Tears were welling up in her eyes. I slowly folded my arms. "Well this business is closed." I folded my arms again, but much quickly. I faced the direction of Yamaguchi's table again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" The brat bolted up and out of her seat messily, causing the chair to fall sideways. Not only was she a big brat, she couldn't even clean up after herself. I couldn't help but find her anger satisfying. I gave a sigh. That was the first and only client I had for the day. The reassurance that escaped me came back, even if it was temporary.

We all regrouped in the middle of the music room, all of us mixed with feelings of dejection or exhaustion. What were bright and determined eyes in the morning fell to sullen eyes. The purple eyed prince held hands with the girlish boy, the girlish boy blushing genuinely and sweetly. "Boys... this was only the first day as your experience as members of the lovely host club. Endless amount of girls flocking to you. showering you with affection...." he spoke redundantly of a girl's approval, just rephrasing it each time he spoke. I let his words die out and just watched Yamaguchi. I felt a slight pity for him, considering no girls sat at his table today.. I took a few steps closer to him until our shoulders barely touched. He noticed my steps, his expression changing from a blank face to a warm smile. The prince took strides forward to the circle our team formed around him. "So what do you say???" He flashed a mischievous smile and held out his hand, extending his long fingers.

I didn't want to do this. Not at all. I didn't want to spend a whole month pleasing brats. But, how could we pay off the fine of the shattered vase??? After a long silence, it was settled. We gave in to this devilish deal. There was no other option... we were susceptible.