A Deadly Mystery [OHSHC x reader][OHSHC Assassination Classroom crossover]

A Strange Situation ⌜2⌟

"Welcome!"

I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room. As my vision sharpened, my gaze fell upon the strange sight before me. A group of six boys, all standing around a seventh who appeared to be sitting on a ... throne?

"Welcome princess!" The seated boy said, making a grand gesture with his arms as he stood and moved toward me. I instinctively took a step back, my body tensing slightly just in case I needed to make a dash for safety. Not picking up on my defensive body language, the blonde haired boy continued striding forward, stopping only a few feet away.

"Um, who are you?" I asked, glancing behind the blonde to look at the group behind him. Aside from the strange orange-haired twins, I recognized Haruhi, the boy I collided with this morning, and a dark haired boy from my class.

"Why, we are the Ouran High School Host Club!" The blonde exclaimed as he gave another grand sweep of his arms. My gaze flitted back to him as I gave a skeptical look.

"The what now?"

The other boy from my class stepped forward.

"The host club exists to entertain the ladies of Ouran Academy," he explained. "Each host entertains guests differently. There is Takashi Morinozuka, the wild type," he gestured to the tallest of the group, a dark haired, stoic looking boy. "Mitsukuni Haninozuka, the boy lolita type," the smallest host, standing in front of Morinozuka, gave a little wave. "Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin, the devilish types," he gestured to the twins. "Haruhi Fujioka, the natural type," I locked eyes with Haruhi, who gave a small wave and apologetic smile. "And myself, Kyoya Ootori, the cool type." My eyes quickly scanned the host, still confused and not quite able to process this information. Entertain ladies? What the hell is that supposed to mean?  But soon a different question entered my mind.

"Then what type are you?" I asked the boy in front of me. I quickly regretted this decision.

"Why!" The boy said, stepping back with yet another grand and sweeping gesture. "I am Tamaki Suoh, king of the host club!" He moved toward me swiftly, leaning in until he was uncomfortably close. "The princely type." As he said this he lifted a hand to touch my cheek, but on instinct I reached up and yanked his hand away before it could make contact with my face. Tamaki's violet eyes widened, unsure how to react to this sudden rejection, but before he could say a word I took a quick step back.

"Well, this has been," I don't even know how to describe it, "Strange, but I think I should probably go." My gaze moved to the rest of the host club, who for the most part looked a bit surprised. I quickly averted my eyes and turned heel to exit the room.

"Miss (L/n)," a cool voice called out from behind me, making me pause with my hand on the door handle. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay and find out more about the club?" I glanced behind me, seeing Kyoya Ootori take another step forward. Something about his demeanor put me on edge, was there something he wanted from me? I decided I'd rather not find out.

"No thank you, I think I'll be taking my leave," I inform him in a curt tone, before quickly slipping outside.

As the door shut behind me, I let out a breath. I don't even know what just happened, I thought to myself, hurrying down the hall and away from the strange 'host club'. Honestly, why does something like that exist? Entertain ladies? And their leader certainly had no concept of personal space. As I moved down the hall, I was almost too caught up in my thoughts to notice the footsteps of what seemed to be someone running up behind me. I glanced behind me to see a concerned looking Haruhi attempting to catch up with my quick steps.

"Miss (L/n)! Wait up!" Slowing my pace, I turned to face him, hoping that the boy wasn't planning to try getting me to go back to music room three.

"I hope you realize that I'm not interested in your host club thing," I said, trying my best not to sound too annoyed. The boy quickly shook his head, still regaining his breath from running.

"No, no, I just wanted to apologize," he explained,  shooting me a sheepish smile.

"Apologize?" I asked, a bit confused as to what Haruhi had to be sorry for.

"On behalf of the host club. I know they can be a bit much sometimes, but really they aren't all that bad," I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical. "Really," Haruhi insisted, "they can be overbearing, but once you get to know them they're kinda nice." The boy smiled again, his expression warm and caring. I blinked, surprised that he was actually, well, kinda sweet.

"Look, I appreciate that you are apologizing for them," I began, not sure how to get this out in a nice way, "but I'm just not interested. Being entertained, or whatever it is you do exactly, isn't really my thing." Ok, maybe that made the host club sound a bit shady, but I still didn't know what exactly they did. Haruhi quickly waved his hands, as if to dismiss a notion.

"Of course, you don't have to go if you want to, I just wanted to make sure that you understand they're aren't that bad, even though they tend to make a weird first impression." I nodded, unsure how to respond. I let a moment of awkward silence pass before shifting my feet and making eye contact with the boy again.

"Well thank you Haruhi, I probably should get going." The boy nodded, offering yet another warm smile.

"Alright, I hope we talk again soon (L/n)-san." Then he turned, and headed back toward the host club.

"Haruhi!" I called at the last minute, causing the boy to turn and look at me with a curious gaze. "Just (Y/n) is fine." He smiled and gave a nod, then a little wave, then turned back and walked away. I soon realized that I myself was smiling. Perhaps this whole host club encounter wasn't so bad after all.