"Hey Dawn-chan can you fix my outfit? I fell and now there's a hole in it"
I put a small smile on my face. "Sure" Honey's really sweet. He acts like a kid, but at least he has some sort of manners.
"Daaawwwnnn"
The twins. They are a little harder to handle. They are constantly there to annoy you, for their own gain. "Yes?"
"Why don't you come-"
"Sit down with us"
Can't just one of the twins say the sentence? Then again, that would ruin their "brotherly love"act, the connection they have is strong which leads to them finishing each other's sentences.
"I need to help Honey"
"Pleeeaaasssee"
I sigh, very long. "After I help Honey"
They cheer and go back to chatting, presumably awaiting my presence. I help Honey and slowly walk over to the twins, not wanting to have to spend too much time with them.
I try and sit on the couch opposing them but they drag me down on the one they were sitting on, me between them. I sit, slouching with my arms folded. The club was closed for the day, so I wouldn't have any girls glaring at me because of being with the twins.
"So Dawn-"
"I'm not saying anything"
"But we-"
"I'll tell you when I want to"
They look at each other, over my slouched body, with devious smirks on their faces. Oh no, what have I done.
"So when will you be telling us" they say in unison while wrapping their arms around me. Personal space guys.
"When I want to"
Kaoru puts his chin on my shoulder while Hikaru cuddles up to my side. I continue looking forward not enjoying any of it. They start to whine, and I start to get fed up.
"Whyyyyyyy"
"Big babies" I mutter
"What?" They ask. Maybe I'll get them away from me for a bit.
"I said you're big babies"
They start pouting, after sitting back up straight. They were still tangled up around me but at least they weren't leaning on me anymore.
"Excuse me" I try and get up, but am pulled back down.
"Where are you going?"
"To talk to Kyoya"
"Why?"
"Business"
When I finally escaped, I find Kyoya sitting at a table by himself in front of a laptop. I sit in the seat next to him.
"Dawn, I have made an arrangement with Haruhi's debt. You will now be able to help her, but I have some, requirements"
"Sure, what-"
"I want you to continue making our attire but I'd also like you to play the piano at times and for you to paint some portraits of the Host club"
"How-"
"I've seen some of your artwork in the museum. Also, I've heard one of your singles from North America. You have quite an amazing voice and talent"
"Thank you" my cheeks start to burn.
Kyoya smirks. "Why are your cheeks becoming red"
"Because I-I..." he leans closer to me. Does he think I have a crush on him or something?
"I'm not very proud of it" truth is I hated my singing career. I don't like hearing or talking about it.
He leans back shocked. "I'm sorry for pushing this onto you"
"Don't be. I'm ok with the piano. I'd just like it if you didn't... bring up my past. I've had some rough years" I look down at my lap.
"I see, well all I need is a pianist. Tamaki can't do it because he is a highly requested host, but it would be great having you play"
I smile. My cheeks aren't red, I'm not angry anymore. Looking at Kyoya I find he had something in his hand, he gives it to me. "This is our next ensemble to go with the theme"
"What theme?"
"We're going to the beach. I need to make sure the bathing suits are 100%, so the guests will enjoy their time more"
I roll my eyes. "Have you told the others?"
"Everyone except Haruhi. All she knows is we're going to the beach, not the guest part"
"Alright, I just need-"
He slides some fabric to me. Why do I keep getting cut off? I go to an empty chair and start sewing. The beach huh? I might as well make myself something new. What am I going to do about Haruhi though? Maybe just shorts and a pullover shirt, yeah that should work.
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Does the picture hold the truth? (Kyoya x OC)
FanfictionOuran High School Host Club Fanfic Dawn is a new student at Ouran High School. Her parents have moved her to Tokyo for a "better education". Back in the U.S she was a famous model. Her normal prefect life changes as she first walks into the school.