Ouran Highschool Host club: Better then cake and Usa-Chan!
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Ongoing, First published Feb 16, 2016
This will have fluff at most maybe some "crude Humor"
This is one of 7 story's. They have the same name for Oc but the oc changes  depending on her host. This story is for Honey!

Rebecca was walking around a local cake store that few commoners went to. Soon a little boy in a blue jacket showed up next to her on this early morning. "Hey are you a commoner?" he asked. Rebecca blushed furiously. She watched as the boy bought two pieces of cake and handed her one."I have to get to school but i will talk to you later!" the little boy bounced away with his cake. Rebecca watched him bounce away and soon after got a text saying its cake boy. She laughed. Will this relationship go anywhere?
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