Just The Right Mistake (OHSHC Fan Fic)

Instant Unliminited Food

(A/N)

I changed the cover. Miasuki still looks the same but she wears black knee socks with her black boots. Apologies for not updating this story in so long!

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I let out a snort, "Did you just call me princess? And what's the Ouran Host Club?"

"Only those with excellent social standing," The tall blonde recited like he told this speech a thousand times, "And those that come from filthy rich families are lucky enough to attend at this private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the schools handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have too much time on their hands--"

"So, you mean to tell me," I smirked, "You guys, you know, strip for the ladies?"

"WHAT?!" The tall blonde shouted in shock as the twins snickered at my comment.

"Nah," the redhead twins said simultaneously, "Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich."

"So what's your preference of guys?" The tall blonde said, quickly recovering over that heart attack he had a few seconds ago, "There's Mori, the strong and silent type. Of course you already know him."

Mori just had that stony gaze he always gave people on his face.

"And I'm guessing you don't wanna hook up with your own brother..."

I snorted as Honey did a little cute pose.

"And there's Haruki and Kaoru, the mischievous type."

The twins smirked at me as they leaned back to back and I smirked right back. I have to admit, I had a thing for mischief.

"Or how 'bout, Kyoya, the cool type?"

Kyoya had a suggestive smile on his face and skillfully leaned against a fancy couch.

"There's always Haruhi, the natural."

Haruhi the Natural Cross Dresser awkwardly stood there and gave me a tiny smile.

"Or you can try a guy like me, Tamaki," The tall blonde twirled a bit of my hair. My foot lashed out at his shin and he howled in pain.

"Sorry, reflex," I shrugged, "I don't see what the Host Club has to do with me."

Suddenly, Honey gasped at my uniform.

"Mia-chan!" Honey cried as he painfully gripped my arm, "You're staying at Ouran Academy!"

"Well spotted," I rolled my eyes.

"Just in time for our dance party tomorrow!"

I paled at the thought of a dance party. Dresses, dancing, manners, heels. Oh, not the heels.

"Er--I don't exactly dance all that well," I stammered, quickly putting together an excuse, "And I still don't see why the Host Club has anything I do with me."

"Well, er--" Tamaki stammered, but Honey smiled slyly at me.

"Food," Honey said.

I blinked at him and scoffed, "That's what the cafeteria's for."

"Unlimited food."

"...So?"

"Unlimited food that you don't have to wait in line for."

I stared at him, "...I'm doing this for you and the instant unlimited food, Honey."

"Oh, wonderful!" Tamaki cried as Honey cheered and twirled around the whole room, carrying his stuffed bunny, Usa-chan.