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

The Famous Host Club ⌜4⌟

3rd Person

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Echoing the relief of all the trapped and bored students of Ouran Academy, the bell finally rang, signalling that the school day was done. While some students scrambled to pack their bags and get out the classroom door to freedom, (Y/n) took her time, lost in thought as she neatly packed her school supplies away.

Yesterday at lunch Haruhi had suggested that she visit him at the host club, since they probably wouldn't be having lunch together for a few days. However, as she rose from her seat she was still on the fence about whether or not she should go. Sure it'd be nice to drop by and say hello to Haruhi, but that also meant encountering the rest of the host club as well.

Maybe you should give them a chance, her brain told her as her feet carried her out the door and into the hall. It's not like you really know them, you're making a lot of judgements for such a short first encounter. Short but strange. She had certainly heard plenty of chatter about the club since that first encounter, and she still couldn't grasp the appeal of having a bunch of boys sit around complimenting you when you knew that they were just acting. But Haruhi seemed like a nice guy. Though she had yet to admit it to herself she kind of wanted to be friends with him, and being friends with someone meant actually going and talking to them. I guess it wouldn't hurt to just stop by, she thought, pausing as she came to the stairs. She could either go up and make her way to music room #3, or down and head home.

"Oh what the hell," the girl muttered, and turned to make her way up the stairs.

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 1st Person

Several minutes of walking —and a wrong turn that forced me to backtrack— later, I found myself standing in front of a doorway marked with a black and white sign as 'Music Room 3'. Gazing up at the grand engraved doors that were commonplace in Ouran Academy, I took a deep breath before pushing them open.

A gust of warmth carried the faint scent of flowers toward me as the entrance to the Host Club opened before me. Taking a step inside, I quickly closed the door behind me and paused to observe the scenery within.

Various round tables dotted the room, some empty while others held groups enjoying tea and conversation. Farthest away from me I spotted the tall, black haired boy and his short blond friend: Morinozuka and Haninozuka. A ways right of them were the orange haired twins that had first brought me here, the pair sitting close together, each with an arm wrapped around his twin's shoulders. Roughly centered between their two tables sat Haruhi, and as my eyes caught on to the brunette's form, I noticed with relief that his table had an unoccupied seat. Left of those tables I heard the eccentric blond loudly proclaiming something about a girl's eyes. I could barely refrain from rolling mine. So far that was six of the hosts, the last being—

"Hello Miss (L/n)."

My (e/c) eyes darted leftward to meet slate grey ones, and I quickly rotated to fully face the dark haired boy who now stood only a few yards away. His posture was relaxed yet upright, and while his tone was friendly, almost inviting, his eyes revealed a different expression entirely. Once again I got the uneasy feeling that the Ootori boy wanted something from me.

"I was beginning to doubt whether or not you would to return," he added, not once breaking eye contact. I shuffled my feet as I tried to come up with something to say, stopping myself from taking a more defensive posture that would reveal my uneasiness.