((Tamaki's Point of View))
---Previously---------------
"Well then Yon, may I ask, why were you crying? Such a cute boy like you should have no other reason than happiness to cry." I asked, doing my job as a host, but aso worrying about the fellow student.
"I-it was nothing!" He squeaked out as his face started turning more red.
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"Is that so?" I asked the smaller boy with a somewhat teasing tone.
"..." He looked to the side staring at the ground, only mumbling incoherent words as a response.
"It’s alright if you don't want to talk about it, I understand." I lifted up his chin, keeping our eyes locked, figuring that it wasn't a topic to pry at, at the time.
"So, what type of boys are you into?" I asked, smiling at him. His eyes went wide, lips falling slightly agape, from the shock of what I said, his cheeks going a darker red.
"Well there's the ‘Cool Type’, the ‘Strong and Silent Type’, the ‘Boy Lolita’, the ‘Mischievous Type’, or the ‘Natural Type’?" I named off the other types, excluding myself.
"Or maybe you’re into someone like me~ How about it?" I questioned seductively, raising his chin as his head fell again, but I saw him in tears, and not happy tears if I may add that.
"What's wrong!?" I asked, holding his shoulders.
His face only scrunched up as if he was about to explode with loud sobs. His body started quivering and he looked down so I couldn't see his face.
"Shirimi-san, are you o-".
"Tamaki, I believe you're only making it worse." Kyoya said and shut his book with a small *snap*, causing Shirimi to flinch.
"Kyoya, you're scaring him too!" I yelled back, scolding my fellow host.
"Hi there! I’m Mitsunki Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey, kay?" I heard the small voice of Honey-senpai in front of me. I looked to see him standing between me and Shirimi, with his hand extended.
"M-mm, I'm Yon Shirimi, call me w-whatever you want." Shirimi replied, shaking the little boy's hand. I let go of his shoulders and stepped back.
"Do you like cake?" Honey-senpai asked.
"Uh y-yeah, sorta" Shirimi said uncertainly.
"Do you want some? Me and Takashi were just eating some." He continued. I walked over to my emo corner and sat down poking the ground, mumbling, "Honey-senpai took him from me. Honey-senpai has everything under control. Honey-senpai will cheer him up, no need for me."
(Honey's Point of View)
I walked in between Tama-chan and the new customer-chan. His eyes were wide and tears threatened to fall. His lip was quivering and he looked stressed.
"Hi there! I’m Mitsunki Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey, kay?" I exclaimed with my hand extended.
"M-mm, I'm Yon Shirimi, call me w-whatever you want." He replied, giving a little nod, shaking my hand. Tama-chan let go of his shoulders and stepped back. As we talked he lost the look he had, now his mouth was slightly curved into a soft smile, and his eyes were normal.
"Do you like cake?" I asked.
"Uh y-yeah, sorta" Yo-chan said not certain.
"Do you want some? Me and Takashi were just eating some." I continued, while Tama-chan walked over to his corner and sat down poking the ground, and mumbling.
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The Shy Type- HostClub x MaleOC(uke)
Hayran KurguThe shy Yon moves back to Japan to live with his father. When he does, he starts attending the prestigious Ouran Academy, the play ground for the rich and beautiful. On his first day he meets a boy who wants to eat lunch with him, nothing serious. R...
