The Rebellious Host [Ouran X Transgender! Reader]

The Competition

"When did I allow this," Tamaki scrunched up his nose at Kyoya's serious face. "Barbaric type of event?" Kyoya merely pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shifted his gaze to the eight bars meant for weight lifting. Beside the bars were a bunch of sorted weight plates varrying from 45lbs, 35lbs, 25lbs, 10lbs, 5lbs and 2.5lbs. The hosts were all scattered across the room, setting up equipment and decorations all adorned in work out clothes sporting the school's colors. The hosts, minus Tamaki, decided that a competition would prove to be interesting.

What kind of competition you ask?

Well, weightlifting of course. With six rather lankey dudes, the seven of them thought it'd be hilarious for the girls to see the boys try to out lift _______ and Mori.

"Look, Tamaki." Kyoya sighed while the other hosts set up for the event. "We're a club, that makes this a democracy and not a monarchy." Tamaki rolled his eyes and puffed.

"There's eight bars." He pointed out while crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't expect me to participate do you?"

"Of course. I am as well." He stated simply with a fake smile. The bespectacled teen gestured at his outfit and then to the folded clothes that rested against his arm, presumably Tamaki's clothes. Kyoya shoved the blue basket ball shorts and black shirt into Tamaki's arms, earning a grunt from the blond. Tamaki grumbled and unfolded the shirt to see the ouran insignia placed on the right breast of garment.

_______ walked to the center of the room and cupped his hands around his mouth to use as a impromptu megaphone. "OKAY HOSTS GATHER AROUND PLEASE." He shouted loudly to get everyones attention. The teenagers did just that. ________ smiled, excited for the competition. "Okay a few things guys," he started which peaqued most of their interests. "Before we let any girls in we need to go over form, how to properly lift and we need to see how much you weigh so Mori and I can organize you into weight brackets. We also need to know how much you can lift so we know where to start you all. Any questions?" Hikaru's hand slowly ventured up. "Hikaru?"

"Yeah um, what exactly are we doing?" ______ couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

"Deadlifts!"

The competition was only going to consist of one lift because of the numerous people that were inexperienced with weight lifting. Deadlifting is an easy lift however, like every type of lift, technique is key. To start this lift, the lifter will grip the bar with either both hands facing down or with one facing up, depending on the lifters grip, and squat down. While keeping their back straight, the lifter will then lift until they are standing straight again. They lean back down, back still straight, and resume the starting position and do it once more.

"Okay, now that we have that covered lets go over some rules. Two people will go against each other at a time. You will be judged on how many lifts you can properly do. Whoever lifts the most wins." _____ stated. Haruhi smiled softly while stretching her arms. "Now to sort you into groups."

Mori walked next to ______, a clipboard in hand. "Honey, Haruhi, Hikaru and Kaoru," The four adolescents looked at the lumbering teenager expectantly. "You're in one group. Haruhi and Honey are up first then the twins." He finished. The four nodded and headed to their stations.

"That leaves Kyoya and Tamaki and then Mori and I." Tamaki groaned in annoyance and Kyoya looked like he'd rather do something else. The ____ haired teen walked to the host club doors and let the customers in. The girls were so curious of the competition and were excited to watch their favorite hosts.

Up first was Haruhi and Honey. Haruhi surprisingly was able to lift the weight eight times before tapping. Honey however went for a full whopping twenty. Hikaru and Kaoru both lifted three times before they both decided they were done. The twins were greeted by their loving fans and decided to put on an act in an attempt to look pitiful.