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[Discontinued] I, [Your Name], started High School and became friends with someone in my class, Haruhi Fujioka, on our first day of school, we didn't expect to bump into the people who are part of the 'Host Club'. How, what? What'll happen to both of them? Will [Your Name] fall in love with a Host Club member? Will they fall for her back? Who knows? (Disclaimer: There will be curse words in here, Photos and Videos most of them aren't mine!)

You fell asleep while watching Ouran Highschool Host Club. You woke up and are in Ouran Academy with no idea how you got there or if it was even real?! What will happen next?

Yayyyyy -_- Im one of the hundreds of people who own a art book. Enjoy all of my drawings. I draw for fun. Oh and i also tag my Onii-san. Haha. Lol. Oh and i draw some weird shtuf. Im just saying. Okay. Im ranting Sayonara Bakas jk

An Ouran High School Host Club fanfic. Akare Skotari is an honor student at Ouran Academy. Wandering into the music room by accident, she runs into her middle school friend, Haruhi. She finds it odd that she's dressed like a boy, but decides to go with it and tries to help her keep her cover. The Host Club is appreciative and offers compensation, but Akare just smiles and says, "you'll just owe me one". After her singing recital, her whole world starts crumbling out from under her even more than it already had. Akare knows what she wants from the Host Club now, but getting Kyoya to agree will cost more than a favor...

**UPDATES 2-3 day intervals ** After a dazzling national tour, Aimi "AI" Nakano vanishes from the spotlight, announcing an indefinite hiatus from her life as Japan's sweetheart idol. Craving a break from the stages and lights, she enrolls at the elite Ouran Academy, where she quietly reunites with her best friend, Haruhi Fujioka. But peace is short-lived. With the Host Club down two members, the ever-calculating Kyoya Ootori sees potential in Aimi-not as a performer, but as a valuable new asset. Reluctantly swept into their world of roses and roleplay, Aimi trades the stage for fancy teacups and rose petal showers... and finds herself drawn to the boy behind the glasses, who watches everything but lets no one in. Two people used to performing. Two masks slipping. And behind it all, something they never expected to find. Each other.