haikyuu!! host club (Gay/Yaoi)

Ch. 3 : Substance

em : yooo .. i'm back with a quick author's note!
you : you again?
em : you know you love me ;)
you : shut up and let me read this gay fic
em : ok but i just wanted to say, that this chapter actually was intended to be completely differently, since i meant to include nekoma later in the story, but since it's kenma's birthday today (10/16) , i couldn't help but make a rad tribute, and the art shown in this chapter is also mine! I'm writing this whole chapter in his POV because his POV is just too fun to write! see ya until the next author's note,

[ October 16th ; cloudy]
(Kenma's POV) :

Sigh. Today is my birthday... apparently. We're also supposed to play a match against some unheard of team called Ouran ... apparently. I'm also waiting for Kuroo to stop slacking and get on goddamn bus.. apparently. I yawned, feeling my eyes getting heavy. Kuroo always teases me about how my yawn's sound so cat like and cutesy. I wish he were here to tease me about that.. I stood on my tippytoes searching the bus for a tall dude with wild hair to march in. No sight of him. Sigh.

I let myself slump in my seat for what I thought were a few minutes, until I was crazily shook awake. I yawned again, sensing tears at the corners of my eyes. "Kuroo you-" I mumbled. "Ahaaa. How did you know it was me?" I could make out Kuroo's grin through my blurry, sleepy eyes. Don't blush Kenma. Don't blush. Don't blush. "I got a gift for the birthday boy~" his grin grew wider. I was a little surprised he remembered, considering the other members didn't give two shits. "Oh Kuroo..." I sighed. He pulled out a volleyball shoe box, messily decorated with with cat meme gift wrap. "Come on. Open it." I grabbed the box. I didn't want to say it in front of him, but I'm a sucker for cat memes.

"Oh Kuroo......" I sighed even louder.

It was a red sweater with a tacky and suggestive cat pun on the back. "The cats meow..." I read aloud. Kuroo started snickering. Oh god. He turned around, wearing another questionable phrase saying "Check Meow-t". Which I actually do -
"Wear the tacky sweater." He begged.
He started doing beady, helpless kitten eyes. Damn you Kuroo, I'm a sucker for those too. I could feel myself blush the longer he kept that cringey yet cute kitty act on.
"Uuughhhh...." I said as I pulled the sweater over the white cotton t shirt I had. The sweater was the right size of baggy, cozy, and smelled just like him. I snuggled into the sweater, pulling my arms in the sleeves. The sleeves covered my hands, giving me some little sweater paws. I looked back at him, and it looked like he was checking meow-t. Aaaah! I quickly whipped around, noticing myself blushing madly, and hearing him snicker again. He ruffled my hair, digging his fingers through each strand, and wrapping it around his fingers. He did this the whole ride there.

Damn you Kuroo.

[ October 16th - At Ouran ; cloudy ]

Intimidation. Fancily dressed people with their heads held high and regal, looking even more important and valuable next to romantic cherry blossoms stared our team down. I stayed close to Kuroo, which made me feel less scared. The feeling only lingered when we stepped inside. It smelled like a garden, but looked like a palace, which was unfitting for an apparent volleyball school. Kuroo stole a pure red rose from a crystal vase and held it between his teeth, then handing it to me with a smirk. Damn you, cat burgular. I swiped the rose, using its stem to tie it in my hair. It barely held on to my thin strands of hair ; it hung awkwardly and bounced when I stepped, yet Kuroo somehow found the aesthetic in it, which led to him stealing more roses and weaving them in my hair, creating some kind of rose crown or something. "That's a funky hairpiece you got going on Kenma!" I heard Lev shout. Sigh.

Our team was led into the meet up room, named Music Room #3? Music room...?Unsettling. Everything about this school sent chills up my spine. I couldn't trust it. I stayed as close to Kuroo as I possibly could. There were many more roses of different colors, such as yellow, pink, and even white. I liked red roses best though, it was this sweater's color.. Kuroo was about to pick out another rose, when I heard the vase it was picked from suddenly shatter.
Crash.
Both of us reacted swiftly, stepping back, avoiding the shards that sprung out. It was uncertain where they were going to fly, so it was good we stepped away.

Almost as if the crash of the vase was cue, an intimidating man, more intimidating than the usual schoolboys here, appeared in a cluster of petals, and twirled a red rose in his hand, flashing a smile which inflicted uneasiness on me.
Kuroo stepped forward in this guy's direction. "Ah, sorry about the vase." Kuroo shifted his gaze towards me, which made the weird man stare at me with his deep purple eyes. Damn you Kuroo. Now this guy's focusing on me. I wasn't sure whether to cry, run away, or cling on Kur-
"How cute." the man said. "You boys will be a good addition to our host club for temporary...." He glanced back, and in the distance I could suddenly see familiar.... Karasuno faces??? My eyes widened. He turned back, still fixated on me. Aahh....
"The only way you could pay off this antique vase is to have your team join the host club temporarily.... or to pay a heavy fine." "And..." The man's smile became more devious each time he uttered a word. "The fine would take years... to pay back." One last grin.

What was happening?? All I could do was watch our coach hiss at this lanky and odd man, our coach probably looking for a more rational compromise that didn't involve us "selling our souls to some shady joint" as he put it.

The yelling fits our coach gave to the man seemed to last forever... nothing was being settled. It wasn't until he gloomily walked over to us and delivered the news that I knew for sure...

No success in negotiating. We were doing this... um... host club.

After surrendering, all of us dressed into their sky blue uniforms, completely transforming a sharp team to beaten up, out of place rascals.

I gulped down my nervousness as I still stayed near Kuroo as I promised. I tried to search for a sign of worry on Kuroo.. I sensed none, but I was proven wrong when I felt his hand brush against mine, then feeling a tight grasp, then feeling my fingers locked against his as the purple eyed man explained our... fate.

I couldn't help but think our fate was meaningless... pleasing girls?? I could barely even carry a conversation with my team members. The only person i could talk to was the tall dork with a bedhead that remembered my birthday and made my hair look pretty and was currently holding my hand. Now that, that had meaning.. that had substance.