After following his friends halfway around the world, Hikaru Hitachiin is trying to find his purpose in a world where he feels out of place. He's in a new county, in a place where he is always reminded of his unrequited love, his impending future and the probable separation from his twin. It also happens to be where Hikaru's finds himself constantly in the orbit of an extremely frustrating super freak who can't seem to stand the sight of his frown. It's a story about a simple friendship between a girl who never really had anybody and a boy who always at least had somebody. Despite their sarcasm-laced, ridiculous relationship, this Flower Girl and Grumpy Face both catch a glimpse of a different world and real, deep friendship - but definitely not love. Nope. No way. This story pretends to pick up after the end of Bisco Hatori's manga series Ouran High School Host Club. This story is the brainchild of someone far too in love with Hatori's character development of Hikaru to let it end where it did. Please forgive her. Please also note that she does not own any of Bisco's original characters, just the delusions created in her own mind. ⚠⚠⚠ [Manga Spoilers] [Some triggering subjects] [Non-con and recovering from it] ⚠⚠⚠

infatuated (n.): in which the host club has taken an interest towards haruhi's friend •••••• started: 01 - 01 - 18 ended: ??? •••••• [HIATUS/ON HOLD] [reader insert] [fanfiction] ©lovelyvitamin

oshita claire was an african-japanese girl who grew up in france. one day her family decides to move to japan. she's in for a treat when she meets the host club. [oc x kaoru] [poc]

𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙖 (𝙣.): 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. Ai was afraid of being the blind girl, the girl with a disability and with her father's insistence, she attended Ouran, ready to finish her end of the deal and get out of there. Then she met the Host Club, and they taught her friendship, fun, risks and more. And one boy taught her love. | Being rewritten |

❝She was so caught up in her own little world that she never realized that she wasn't the only one in his world. He wasn't as shallow as before unlike her. She could only stare as her world burned brightly before her eyes, and everything she worked for crumbled to the ground into rubble.❞ Oshiro Hiromi never thought that she would be seeing her dear best friend once more and live with him after Oshiro's had happened. With the job of finding more connections and possible allies, Hiromi finds herself intertwined with the Host Club. And to make things even worse, Hitachiin Kaoru was attending Ouran for high school, too. How could she forget such a simple thing, really? ❝Maybe you were in love with me,❞ she said, downcast, ❝but I doubt it. I think you had that infatuation on that idea of having me like a trophy, as if you won from the beginning of the game. I'm sorry, but I am not an object for your enjoyment.❞

Ootori Kyouya has no time on his hands. Between fighting to become the heir to his fathers company to maintaining a group of hyperactive hosts selling their free time to women who have nothing better to do, it's a surprise that he has enough time to sleep! But what happens when he finds an anonymous note in his locker as he's changing his shoes, asking for emotional help? And what will happen when he finds out that his Anon is betrothed to an unknown person who is a student at their school? Will he be able to help, or die trying? ~An Emotional Anon

it's because of the damned rain that caused us to cross paths, but it's also the umbrella's fault that we are here. /// Very slow updated and May cause grammar cancer anyways~ enjoy reading ? [ON HOLD]