(a/n I changed the cover photo! I just thought it needed more colors and style, I hope you like it! This will be the last update for the next day or two as I have an exam coming up. I hope y'all could wait for the next ones! Enjoy<3)
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Sumire plopped down on her bed, she felt pretty nice after talking to Kyoya, and the outcome was not something she expected, but it did soothe her worries a bit regarding the party, All she had to do now was practice the dance steps and not embarrass herself at the dance.
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Sumire and Haruhi pushed two desks together to form a nicely sized table. One thing both of them saw as a win was that during lunch, everyone goes to the cafeteria to eat, which meant that the two honor students were the only ones left in the room.
Eating their lunches, Haruhi and Sumire's heads shot over to the door as it slammed open. In came the twins holding a notepad and a measuring tape.
Haruhi was the first to ask whats up, "Hikaru? Kaoru? Did you leave something?"
"Nope just gonna...", Hikaru nodded at his brother and Kaoru took Sumire's chopsticks and put it down beside her bento.
"Up you go", Kaoru lifted Sumire up by her arms and set her down standing.
The twins started measuring her up and down and writing down numbers every now and then.
"You have a nice body under all that fluffy clothing you have on", Hikaru observed, looking at the notepad while Kaoru hugged Sumire playfully.
"What's all this for?"
"For your dress, duh", Kaoru mumbled, face in Sumire's hair.
"We already measured Haruhi's a while ago", Hikaru agreed, "Well, were done here enjoy your lunch"
The twins left and Sumire sat back down, tiredly. She knew the club was gonna take care of the dress but she still felt a little guilty about it, especially now that the twins looked like they were going all out on it.
"Heh, you're gonna wear a dress", Haruhi chuckled.
"Shuddup"
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Sumire's doorbell rang as she was putting on a face cream. Rushing down the stairs, Sumire opened the door to a nicely dressed man holding a nice big box tied with a lavender ribbon.
"Package for Ms. Shiraishi from a Mr. Ootori", the man said reading the clipboard he had.
"Uhh yes thats me"
"Please sign here"
Signing, the man handed over the package and tipped his hat and left.
Sumire ran up the stairs and laid the box on her bed. Pulling the ribbon, Sumire lifted the box lid and peeked inside.
On top was lavender rose and a small card. Putting the rose in a vase on her bedside, Sumire picked up the card and read a rather elegant handwriting.
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The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction
FanfictionA Kyoya Ootori Fic. Sumire Shiraishi is the daughter of Japan's biggest flower and plant industry that sells and trades flowers and other plants locally and across the globe. A pretty shaky past but always has a friend to rely on, join Sumire (or...
