Ouran High School Host Club Boyfriend Scenarios and One-shots

|My Journal|Mori x Writer Reader

Okay, so as you can tell the reader is a writer. There will be poem-like things in here. I wrote these. I repeat. I WROTE THESE.  I wrote them after this test because I was bored. If you want to use them just DM me or something. I will most likely let you. But enjoy.

My journal is my prize possession I take it with me wherever I go. I write in this journal all the time. It usually has stories, poems, and fanfics in it. But I tear out the fanfics and put them on Wattpad. Even though I love this journal so much I still found a way to lose it. I know so irresponsible but I still found a way to lose it.

Now currently I am looking around Ouran to find it. I looked in all of my classrooms but didn't see it. I asked all of my friends but they said they haven't seen it. The last room I went to the host club room.

"Hello Princess, I'm sorry to tell you but the club has just closed." Tamaki frowned. "I could care less about the club, have you seen my journal!" I panted. I really have looked around for a while. Tamaki went to his emo corner.

I quickly scan the room and saw the twins reading something and crying. I looked closer and it was my journal.  "Hikaru, Karou that's my journal,"

They suddenly stopped crying and smirked. "Oh, so this is yours," One of the twins said.

You don't know the difference.

"Please, can I have it back?"  I'm begging at this point it's bad enough that they've read it. But now they won't give it back. "Yeah, you can have it back. If you can win the which is Hikaru game." They said in unison. "But I can't tell you two apart. I don't know you well enough,"

"Too bad Y/n. Now, which is Hikaru?" They said in unison. I panicked and my heart started racing. Small things like this always made me panic.

Okay, Y/n you'll be okay. I took a deep breath. "Umm okay that's Hikaru and that's Karou." I pointed to each of the twins. My hands were shaking and tears were threatening to fall.

"Sorry, but you got it wrong I guess you're not getting this back." The twins held it up teasingly.

Just then my journal was snatched out of the twin's hands. (Snatched) I looked up to see Mori with the journal in his hands. "Here," He handed me the journal and gave me a small smile. "Thank you!" I left the room and headed home.

A few days later

Mori is over my house because we were studying together. "Mori do you want anything to eat or drink?"  I asked. "No thank you," He answered. "Okay, I'll be back."

I walked out if the room to get some water. When I came back Mori was looking intently at my journal. "Mori, what's wrong?"

"Nothing  I was just curious about your journal." He stated plainly. "You can read some pages if you'd like." 'Wait what! Earlier I was going on about how no one was allowed to read it.'

"You sure?" Mori asked. "Yeah go ahead you can read  page 13." What the actual hell is wrong with me. "Okay then."  He picked it up and flipped a few pages until he got to 13.
At the top, it read Voices.

Bad things have such a loud voice. It seems to overshadow all the things good.  The voice of bad things is one of the loudest voices ever. You hear it on the news, the streets, even in your own household, you hear it's the voice. But there is one small voice that only some people seem to hear. Murder, robbery, violence are just some of the things that silence this small, small voice.  This small voice is good things. On the news, you don't hear from this voice. On the street, you don't hear it's the voice. At school, home, at the store, you almost never hear it. But if you silence out that loud, loud voice you will hear the softest smallest whisper of good things.  

Mori smiled and close the book. "That's was really good." Mori looked at me with a kind smile. "Oh um thank you!" Mori looked up at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late, I should head home."  Mori said. "Bye Mori, thanks for helping me study." I thanked. He got up and kissed my cheek. "No problem," With out another word he left the room leaving me a blushing mess. 

  All done, hope you enjoyed. But I have to ask one question. Why don't you guys request? I will happily take them. But that's it. Jada out.