My Part in the Making of the Host Club

When I first met Tamaki we were both in elementary school. I was very quiet and withdrawn, my parents had just divorced and neither fought for custody over me. At least that's what the maid said. They also said I was only going with my mom because a girl should have a mother. I didn't really understand how me going with her would do anything. Most days and nights she'd be at the office. I only knew she was every home when I smelled the familiar aroma of black coffee. 

Even back then Tamaki was loud and boisterous. He made friends easily with his charming charisma.

I took the opposite route.

Everything I said came out low, and many times I was asked to repeat myself. This would than make me stutter. Eventually the others kids got tired of trying and left me alone.

Tamaki didn't.

His conversations were like a river sometimes: they would bend, speed up or slow down, but they never stopped.

He was persistent.

Everyday he'd talk to me. The first time he'd say one sentence and then he'd wait for me to say one back. He left it at that till the next day. Than he'd add another sentence to the length of our conversations. Whether a sentence was a word or an extended metaphor, by the end of the year Tamaki had talked to me more than he did any one else that year.

His encouragement made me start to attempt to talk to the other children, and once I became confident in my speech, they easily accepted me. Even though I can only honestly say that Tamaki was my only true friend that year, I can also say I made some nice acquaintances.

By the middle of our junior high years, I was an average girl, maybe a bit more soft spoken than the others, but I still had a few acquaintances that we pretend are friends. But most of all I had Tamaki as my true best friend. I was loved. Tamaki, not at all modest, saw my change and declared he'd change other young lady's lives for the better as he did mine. His new goal was to make girls happy.

And so the base of the Ouran Host Club.