Ouran Highschool Host Romance: Kasanoda X Haruhi

He Met Him

Those idiots. I sat down on the disgusting, pink velvet couch. Every thread of it reeked of expensive perfumes, and pitiful lust. In front of me was an uppity crystal table, decorated with flowers that changed everyday. It makes me sick. Why do rich people like this always go for the cringiest decor. Granted, I'm not poor, but at least my house doesn't look like a little girls play room. I looked up at the Victorian style ceiling pattern. Behind me I could hear the sound of those dumbasses scratching at the marker board and laughing. At my expense no doubt. Just a day ago I came in hoping I could learn some socialy acceptable behavior, but now... Now I'm starting to feel like being feared and alone is my only option. When I sat back up, one of the host club idiots was setting tea down in front of me. He looked at me smiling, "just a word of advice, I wouldn't put too much faith in that bunch", his head nodded toward the Marker-Board-Monkeys. I looked down at the tea. It wasn't my usual green or oolong tea. It was some snoody English tea. I swear if it gets anymore European in here I'm gonna start calling these guys Yankees. Although, when I looked to my left, I couldn't remember talking or even seeing this one. He had these huge eyes and looked like an elementary school student. "Hey", I said still a little lost, "I don't think I've seen you before — what's your name again?" Awh man. He started staring at me with these eyes. "My name is Haruhi Fujioka, we're both first years. Just like you I was inducted — guess that makes us buddies!" Buddies. That kinda threw me off guard. Buddies isn't exactly a term people use when they talk to me, but this guy... This guy, doesn't seem scared of me, in fact, he seems happy to talk to me. "Hey, do you... do you like to play kick-the-can?", dude just smiled. God damn. Those lips look so plump and soft, makes me wanna... "Well, it's not my favorite thing in the world", he looked downward. Aaahh, damn it all! I try to talk to one guy and, " but, it could be nice sometimes." Oh. The more I look at this guy the cuter he ge— what am I saying! Am I falling for a dude? That can't be right, that would mean I'm gay. Gay! Nothing against guys who like guys but I'm personally not ready to be gay. Would I be a top? Is there a top? I think he could see I was freaking out because he put his hand on my shoulder, "are you okay? Did I say something to offend you?", he said it sounding so guilty. Haruhi.  "No, no, it's not that, I was just thinking that it's a little strange that a guy like you would wanna be my... buddy." Ah man, if he keeps staring at me with those dough eyes, I don't know what I'm gonna do. "Well", he said, "if it's okay with you, I'd love to be friends with you... if you like." I was hung up on every word, like I was his bitch or something. I tried to look him in the eye as I responded, "y-yeah, it's o-okay." I stuttered like a wimp and broke eye contact as soon as he batted those lashes at me to blink. What kind of guy has lashes as long as those. Before I could say anything else, the Ouran Highschool Sluts called me over to act out their new plan. In all honesty I was a little happy. If I had sat there any longer I definitely would have jumped that poor kid. Even while they put cat ears on me, all I could think about was some kid named Fujioka.