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...
❝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...
[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...