Ouran Host Chef

The Job of A High School Chef!: 1

Oh. My. God. Ugh, please, no!

With horrific disgust, you stared at the dress you were holding up.

"It's worse up close!"

She sighed as she placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know, sweet pea. But it is the school uniform. You need to wear it."

You instantly shook your head. "Please don't make me wear this. I'm not...I'm not a dress kind of girl, you know? Can I please just wear pants and a shirt?"

She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at you thoughtfully.

"What exactly was in the deal you made?"

You looked back at the dress.

Flashback...

"I will make you another offer. You will attend Ouran for one purpose - to work for our host club."

You perked up as an idea formed. "That's right..."

You glanced at her over your shoulder and smiled. "He had said that I am only being here to cook. That means I don't have to wear a uniform!"

In excitement, you tossed the dress over your shoulder and ran to your closet.

She sighed as she watched you throw article after article of clothing around the room, and she rubbed her forehead. "Come on, I just cleaned your room!"

"Aha! This will be perfect!"

You ran back out of the closet and twirled around. "Eh? What do you think?"

She only gave you a bored look. "You're wearing a yellow shirt and white shorts, am I supposed to be impressed?"

You huffed. "I just don't want to wear a dress; it feels too formal."

A small smile graced her lips as she shook her head and walked over to the closet. "Fine. But at least wear something more appropriate."

She grabbed a hanger and turned around. You looked at the white mini skirt thoughtfully.

"Well...yeah...I guess I can work with that..."

"Good" She tossed it at your head, and you snatched it before it got the ground. "Now get dressed. You don't want to be late to work, do you?"

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For the third time, you were walking down the halls of Ouran Academy. And, apparently, it wasn't going to be the last. Nope. Not even close. But it was weird, because before nobody could care less that you were there. And now...though it was really early, with what little number of students there were, everyone was staring at you, and by glancing at each and every one, even when you passed by them, the girls had just plain envy, jealousy and hatred. You couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the club you were hired for, but nonetheless, you had to walk a bit further away from them.

And then there were the guys. Yeah, nothing had changed with them. They glanced, grew a bit curious as to why all the girls had their panties in a twist, shook their heads in amusement, then went back to whatever they were doing. But there were those who were interested in you. Your looks, your casual walk of confidence, your blank look...usual stuff.

When you actually got to where the dreaded music room was, you had to stop and take a deep breath to keep away any nerves that came. 

What am I so worried for? It's not like anyone is here yet. It's way too early.

Sighing and laughing to yourself, you twisted the doorknob and opened the door. You did not expect what you were greeted with at all. With wide eyes and furrowed brows, you stepped inside and looked around at what you remembered was a room.