Kaoru x Reader

III

       1st Person P.O.V.

I went into high school, again, and relatively smoothly--this time. Although I would rather not be in a freshman again, ah frosh year all over again, great. I got stuck with those two annoying brothers, but the bright side is that they don't know who I am so they won't bother me. Not to mention there is a kid named Haruhi who also doesn't wear the stupid school uniform, although I cannot tell which gender he has. One day before homeroom I talked to him and found out that he was a she, (by her voice) and that she is a "commoner" on scholarship. Haruhi also thought that I was a commoner, just like everyone else in the school and I don't bother to correct her. I was able to get her contact info, even though it was only a landline, which is still better than nothing.

The boys...Kaoru and Hikaru don't bother us, and I would like to keep it that way. I don't bother to use the horrific with Haruhi because I am just not used to them, and thankfully Haruhi understands...although she doesn't question me on how I was able to come here since I am just a "commoner."

Today we were going to one of the four libraries, but that turned out to be a bust since none of those libraries were quiet. Today we were going to one of the four libraries, but that turned out to be a bust since none of those libraries were quiet. So we walked up some stairs and found an abandoned music room and decided to go in. When Haruhi opened the door rose petals came flying out, as we walked in the room. There were six guys, one sitting down in a chair and all the rest were standing up. It was weird, I stood right behind Haruhi and the door shut in on us. "Welcome," They all said in unison.

"This is a host club?" Haruhi asked as she tried to look for the door handle, I got out of her way by moving to the other door, and also tried to look for a door handle to get us out of here.

"Oh wow, it's a boy," The twins said, not paying any attention to me.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe that this young man and lady are in the same class as you, are they not?"

"Yeah, but he is shy, and he doesn't act very social. He only really ever talks to is that girl standing next to him, so we don't know much about him." They shrugged.

The black-haired boy's eyes closed his eyes and he gave off this aura somewhat similar to a light bulb going off, "Well that wasn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor Student, and Ms. American."

The tall blue-eyed blonde jumped out of his seat, "What you must be Haruhi Fujioka, you're the exceptional honour student that we have heard about. And [Y/N] [L/N] the first American to come here in over two decades."

Haruhi stopped jiggling the door handle so I tried to pry it open, it was no use. "How did you know our names?" She asked the tall blonde.

"Why you are infamous, it is not every day that a commoner, much less two commoners gains entrance into our academy. You must have an audacious nerve to work your way into this school, Mr. Honor student, Fujioka."

Her mouth started to twitch, "Well, uh thank you...I guess?" She was at a loss for words.

Two arms wrapped around our shoulders, "You are quite welcome. You are a hero to other poor people, Fujioka, [Y/N]. You have shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy., all the way from Japan to America. We scooted away, and that blonde followed poor Haruhi. "It must be hard for both of you to be constantly looked down upon by others."

"I think you are taking this poor thing too far," She scooted towards me,"

He went in between us and put his arms around us again."Spurred, neglected, but that doesn't matter now. LONG LIVE THE POOR. We welcome you poor man and woman to our world."