The soft clicks of her heels hitting the marble floor as she walked around the desk to sit and face you was enough for you to feel a wave of anxiety hit you.
She smiled with a bit of hesitance as she clasped her hands together.
"How are you settling in, Miss Kitahara?"
You tentatively rubbed the side of your arm as you shrugged. "So far, everything's been great."
She gave a slight nod in response. "That's good."
After a moment of silence, you rose an eyebrow at her.
"Miss Headmaster, is there a reason you wanted to see me?"
Her smile didn't falter and it only made you on edge when her eyes stayed on you for a few seconds more before she leaned forward.
"From what I've heard from our students, you are a very talented chef. It seems they quite enjoy the food you prepare in the Host Club."
At this point, you weren't as anxious as before and crossed your arms out of growing curiosity.
"Is that a problem...?"
Her eyes instantly widened. "Oh, no! Of course not. It's great! In fact..."
You soon noticed how shaky her hands were. She couldn't even meet your eyes.
"Now, I am speaking for the school. Miss Kitahara, we have a problem that concerns you."
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The sigh that escaped your dry lips as you closed the door was slow as if your brain needed that time to process what had happened. You chewed on your bottom lip as you looked down in thought.
Kyoya had spotted you enter the room and tilted his head at you from where he stood.
"Mei, could you come over here for a second?"
You brought your gaze over to him and nodded before trailing in his direction. You kept your gaze to the floor when you reached him and he sighed heavily as he looked through his black book.
"It's a good thing you're back, we were running out of snacks for the guests."
You forced a smile toward him and turned away.
"Of course sir, I'll get back to work now."
His eyes noticed your hands folded together in your lap and he stopped flipping through the book instantly to slowly raise his head and watch you walk away to the kitchen. However, he straightened up when you turned around and looked at him.
"Oh, and by the way, the headmistress has requested me to handle the food preparations for the banquet tomorrow. I won't be available to you tomorrow and I will have to leave early today, I hope you won't mind."
He didn't say anything and you walked away, while his eyebrows scrunched together in slight confusion.
"Hey Mei, we've got a favor to ask you."
You paused mid-walk and looked over at the twins who sat in two chairs across from each other.
"Sure, what is it?"
"You two are disgusting!"
Your eyes widened when Tamaki suddenly ran over and pulled you away from the twins.
"After posting something like that, you're going to ask for more pictures aren't you?"
He turned you around and hugged you tightly. "Now don't you worry Mei, I won't let them touch you. You don't need to give your body up for food money."
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Ouran Host Chef
FanfictionOuran Academy. A prestigious school for the rich and popular. And you, unfortunatley, are enrolled there. You say it's unfortunate because it was never your choice to even be here. There was one little accident that wasn't even your fault in a club...
