Somehow, I, Tetsuro Kuroo, a 6'2" volleyball blocker, chemistry nerd originally from Nekoma high, get transferred to Ouran, the prestigious school for insanely rich, spoilt brats because of a scholarship. Now, I'm known as resident asshole and the host club's official fuckboy. Weird right? How the hell did this even happen? Well, all I can say is, it's been one hell of a ride. A/N : - The cover picture is not mine and belongs to the respected owner. I took the photo off google (If you are the owner of the picture and you would like me to take it down or make me credit you please message me and supply evidence, cheers). - OHSHC x Haikyuu!! - has bxb don't like don't read (no lemons cuz I can't write them for shiet) - purely for my own self satisfaction. - this is just pure crack. You can practically snort it through the screen. (I was probably high when I started) - DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, DO NOT--

❝Welcome to the Host Club!❞they all said together once more. I strained a tight fake smile at them all, grabbing the double doors and slamming them shut before I could witness anymore of the 'Host Club'. ❝That's definitely not the room.❞

It feels like I'm under water. I can hear you speaking but I can't find it within myself to care. I know I'm talking, but I can barely hear what I'm saying. I know I'm bleeding but for some reason, I can't feel the pain. I'm just numb. I'm supposed to be saved by a knight is shining armor. A carefree prince that can break me out of my stone cold faze, with an exuberant smile and heartfelt laugh. But for some reason, it wasn't him. It was you.

[I just heard a really good song and I now have the motivation to rewrite this song] ((OHSHC Fanfiction)) ((Boy X Boy)) His medals gleamed on his uniform as he stood rigid in front of the chairman of a prestigious Japanese school called Ouran Elite Private Academy. "Do you understand your mission?" His lips turned up into a small smirk. "Yes, sir." "Good. Do we need to go over anything else?" His eyes sparked and burned. "No, sir." "Good." His presence screamed protection and warmth. "Don't worry, Yuzuru Suoh. I will protect your son and his friends with my life." "I'm glad to hear so." I don't own OHSHC all rights go to the owners. Except my oc of course.