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There is swearing, fluff and violence.
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I woke up slamming my fist down on my alarm clock, effectively turning it off and nearly killing it. I forgot to turn the damn thing off, and it woke me up at six o’clock on a Saturday. Bloody Hell. Today is not going to be a good day. I take a shower and right as I get out of the shower, there’s a knocking on my door. I growl and wrap the towel around my waist, like a boy would, and dry my hair with another one and rearranging it over my B-cup breasts, making me look even more like a guy. I open the door and see… the host club. With Haruhi in tow, looking just as grumpy as I am. I sigh and let them in. They seem to have forgotten that I’m a girl. Much to my amusement, because they don’t seem bothered by the fact that I’m only in a towel.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask. I make some coffee, it’s not the instant stuff, but it’s still ground up. Tamaki speaks first.
“Well, we are doing a club outing and since Kyouya has entered you into the club, you get to come along with us to host our guests.” Tamaki says being his flamboyant self. “If you don’t want to come I’ll just have the twins kidnap you.”
“I’ll go. Where are we going?” I ask so I can bring the appropriate things.
“The Beach!” Tamaki sings. I smile. The beach is perfect, I can surf and still hide the fact that I’m a girl. I nod.
“Alright. Just let me get dressed. There’s coffee in the kitchen, cream in the fridge, and sugar on the counter by the coffee pot. Oh, and mugs are in the cupboard above the coffee pot.” I yell as I walk to my room. I live at a flat, which my aunt paid for under the watch of some very important people who liked the ‘loving’ relationship we had and because she sent me here and paid for my flat, they gave her some more support in the family business. I dressed in my black swim trunks, and a surfing shirt, that was black and teal. I had wrapped my chest, making my skin tight shirt fit me like it would a boy. I put some black flip flops on and grab my white and teal surfboard that has black accents on it. I brushed my hair and came out carrying my surfboard and beach bag. When I come out the host club all look at me. I frown at them.
“What?” I ask. Kyouya speaks up.
“How will you be able to host your guests if you’re out surfing?” He asks smirking, thinking I haven’t thought this out.
“Easy.” I say putting my surfboard down and grabbing a spare from the hall closet. It was slightly smaller and white and pink, with purple accents. “I teach them one at a time how to surf.”
“Oh.” Kyouya says. He clearly did not see that coming. “Um… I guess that will work. But you can’t get wet, they’ll know you’re a girl.”
So he does remember that I’m a girl. I smirk. “I don’t know, I was only in a towel when I answered the door and you all thought I was a guy.”
They all immediately go red, like lobster red. Honey thinks for a second. “But you said you weren’t flat chested.”
“I’m not. I’m a B-cup. I had a towel around my shoulders, it hid my breasts from view and made me look flat chested.” When I say this they all go red again. I snicker. They were so cute when they are embarrassed.
