The Host Club's Assistant | 𝐻𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓇𝓊 𝐻𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒾𝓃

Chapter Two: The Job of a High School Host Club Assistant!

"You two finally made it, you're so late." The twins said. As Haruhi and I walked into the club. They were all dressed in tropical wear. Hikaru also had an extra outfit in his hands.

"I could be wrong, but my calendar says it's still early spring." Haruhi said. I nodded in agreement. 

"Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense. And besides the heating system we have is the best." Tamaki said.

"Do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Haruhi? Be careful what you say. You both owe us 8 million yen, remember?" Kyoya said.

"Gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be chilly early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise. Oh yes. We've turned this place into nirvana, a balmy tropical island of everlasting summer." Tamaki said.

"That's funny cause I feel a massive chill right now." Haruhi said.

"Oi, Ari. You have to wear this." Hikaru said while handing me the outfit he was holding. 

"It's one of our mother's newest designs." Kaoru said. If I wasn't poor, I'd want to talk to their mother about her clothing. The design of it is wonderful. Plus, the material is a remarkable quality. 

"Well, go on. Go get changed." Hikaru said while pushing me into the back. 

"Okay! Okay! I can walk on my own you know!" I said. 

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"What heartlessness. Even with my lustrous skin shining like brilliant ivory, exposed by my Balinese king outfit, I'm no more than a slave before my goddess. I kneel before you and swear my loyalty." Tamaki said to his guests. 

"Tch, this is ridiculous." I said, sighing. I was currently arranging details for next week's party with Kyoya. I heard him chuckle from next to me.

Kyoya pushed up his glasses and wrote something in his stupid notebook, or as I call it, death note. 

"Tamaki." A girl swooned.

"Oh wow." Another swooned.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot to mention to you, ladies. Next week, the Ouran host club is sponsoring a party.

"We're throwing a party?" Haruhi asked. Oops, guess I forgot to tell her.

"What kind of party is it going to be? Is it going to be formal?" A girl asked.

"Yes, in fact we've rented the school's largest hall." Hikaru said.

"It's a perfect place for dancing." Kaoru said.

"Are you and Aribella going to dance, Hikaru?" A girl asked. I felt heat rush up to my face.

"Uh.." Hikaru dragged out.

"The guests seem to be even more worked up than they usually are." Haruhi said to Kyoya.

"Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies." Kyoya said. I mean, I can see why. A bunch of shirtless hot guys, who wouldn't like that?

I looked over in Hikaru's direction. I've got to say.. the kid's got abs. 

"So are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?" Haruhi asked Kyoya. 

"I have no decision-making authority. All the club's policies have been laid out by the club's king, Tamaki. But I guess there's no harm in admitting to casually slipping a Bali photo book onto his desk." Kyoya shrugged.

"So he's the real brains behind the operation." Haruhi said.

"Ta-da." Honey said.

"Oh, you're so cute, Honey." The girls say.