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ohshcscenerios · 5 years ago

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Scenario: Above you hangs a thin rectangular sign that reads Music Room 3. A classmate told you about a peculiar club that took place just behind the pink double doors in front of you and curiosity stole the better of you. Now you stand in the hallway about to find out why your classmate raved about this club. You push open the doors and is instantly greeted by a plethora of rose petals. They swirl around you as your eyes adjust to the bright light inside. Soon you can make out seven figures posing in front of a couch. “Welcome Princess, we have been waiting for you.” A soothing voice calls out. You step inside and see seven handsome young men grouped together at the room’s entrance. You realize the one who spoke is the blue-eyed blond sitting centered on the couch. He uncrosses his legs and stands to his feet. “Well, my darling, who would you like to entertain you today? What is your type?” “My type?” You ask, confused. The blonde laughs and gallantly swings his arm across the others. “Yes, your type. Do you like the cool type?” He points to the one wearing glasses. “Or the forbidden love type?” He points to a pair of twins who were mirrored portraits of each other. “Or the wild type?” He points to the tall one standing behind the couch off to the side. “Or the boy lolita type?” He points to a small blond sitting beneath the tall one. “Or maybe the natural type.” He points to a young boy sitting on the couch’s end. “Or perhaps you’d prefer the princely type.” He said as he twirled on his heel in a full circle. “Uh...” You stammer, “I’m not sure. I don’t know who you are or what this club is about. I was just told about you by a friend...” The blue-eyed blonde pinched his chin and nodded his head as if mulling over your confession. After a few seconds of silence he snaps his fingers and points his finger at you. “My dear, you are in for a treat! If you have never heard of our glorious club then allow me to grant you a one-time-only special! Today you may sample each host and decide which of us you would like to see again.” You consider his offer and decide it does sound enticing. You don’t have pressing obligations at home so your evening schedule is coincidentally open for such an experience. You notice the seven hosts have been intently watching you while you were lost in thought and your nerves spoke on your behalf. “Ok, I suppose it should be fine.” You agree nervously. The blonde smiled wide and snapped his fingers. Instantly the twins hook their arms around yours and carry you towards a table in the corner, surrounded by large windows.

Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin:

“My name is Hikaru.” The one on your right says. “And my name is Kaoru.” The one on your left adds. “We are the Hitachiin twins.” They cheer in perfect unison, pitch and all. They seat you on a luxurious couch and offer a cup of fragrant tea. “Would you like to try this rose tea our dad brought back from Canada? It’s best served with a teaspoon of honey.” You nod and graciously accept the tea. You aren’t sure of how this club describes tea time etiquette so you daintily grip the teacup’s handle with two fingers with an extended pinky finger. Kaoru laughs, “Look Hikaru, she’s trying to appear fancy.” Hikaru chuckled, “When in doubt, pinky out!” You feel embarrassed at being caught and quickly move to set the tea down on the coffee table between you and their couch. Kaoru notices and reaches out at lightning speed to stop you from running away. “Please, we didn’t mean to insult you. My brother and I are -” His hand tips your tea cup and hot tea splashed over his hand. Kaoru grimaces in pain, forcing Hikaru to jump into action. “Kaoru!” Hikaru grabs his burnt hand within his and softly blows cool breaths across his skin. “Please be more careful. Your skin is too delicate.” Hikaru grabs a nearby cloth napkin and dabs at the remnants of tea on Kaoru’s hand. He works with such care you find yourself transfixed by his actions. The bond they share seems to delve deeper than the average sibling relationship and suddenly you find yourself curious to know how the two Hitachiin twins truly behave together.

“Princess, it is time to meet your next host.” The natural host escorts you from the twins to the neighboring table. “His name is Kyoya Ootori.” He informs you as he leaves you alone with Mr. Glasses.

Kyoya Ootori:

You notice the cool host doesn’t have the same layout as the twins. His station is merely a couch, a coffee table, and him sitting on a center cushion with an open laptop resting on his thighs. He almost seems disinterested in charming you until he looks up with a dazzling smile. “Welcome, please join me.” His inviting voice coerces you sit beside him. You do not want to appear rude but the temptation to peer over his shoulder is too great. ‘Is he working on something important?’ You think to yourself. “You may be wondering why I am still typing on my laptop instead of focusing my attention on you. My dear I assure you, nothing on this laptop is more important than you.” He says as he closes his laptop with a click. You are stunned by his intuition and now wonder if he is secretly a mind-reader. “I have to stay on top of our club’s financial accounts or else we couldn’t properly entertain lovely women such as yourself.” He turns to you with a grin spreading across his lips. “Would you like to browse our recent collection of photo books?” You shake your head slightly, confused as to why he switched into a salesman. “Ah, alright then.” Something falters in his eyes; disappointment maybe? There is something behind his grin his grin that unsettles you. Yes, he is handsome and appears intelligent but something feels off... “May I interest you in idle chatter until you switch to another host?” He asks. You realize you haven’t said a word since joining him at his station and you instantly blush in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I must seem rude for not saying anything until now.” You say quietly. “Please tell me, why are you considered the cool type?” Kyoya’s grin relaxes into a shadow of a smile and it spreads chilly goosebumps down your spine. There is something about this host that makes your hair want to stand on end but he seems so nice... Maybe you’re just being paranoid? “Our time is up but I have enjoyed meeting you. Please come see us again.” He says cooly as he reopens his laptop and continues his chaotic tapping of keys. You feel a wall of ice erect between you two and suddenly it clicks on your head. ‘Ah, the cool type.’

The natural host leads you to the next station and like the Hitachiin twin’s table there are two hosts sitting on the same couch. The small blonde greedily bites into a large piece of cake while the tall host sits silently beside him with a stoic face.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka:

“Hello!” The small blonde squeals after swallowing his indulgence. The tall host takes a clean cloth napkin and wipes away the bits of frosting clinging to the blonde’s cheeks. ‘Interesting’ you think. “My name is Mitsukuni but you can call me Hunny! Everyone calls me Hunny... well except for Takashi. He calls me by my real name.” Hunny’s eyes perk up as a thought crosses his mind. “Oh yeah, this is Takashi but everyone calls him Mori. He’s really shy so he doesn’t say much. I hope you don’t mind.” You blush at Hunny’s comment. How could you mind if someone was incredibly shy? They shouldn’t have to change themselves for your convenience. You nod in acknowledgement which Hunny reciprocates with a large toothy smile. “What is your name?” Hunny asks. It just occurs to you that no one has asked for your name yet. So far the hosts have been calling you princess and darling. You don’t know if you should insulted or impressed. “My name is Y/N”. You answer with a slight smile, happy to be given adequate attention since you’ve stepped foot in this club. “Y/N-chan, I like that name! It sounds... sweet! Just like cake!” Hunny cheers as he grabs another slice of cake from the tabletop dessert display on his table. Takashi quickly snags the plate from Hunny’s small hands and returns it to the display. “Mitsukuni, brush your teeth before eating again or else you’ll get another cavity.” His baritone voice shocked you. You weren’t expecting him to sound so... deep. You realize you like it. “Alright.” Hunny turns to you. “I’ll be back Y/N-chan. Keep Takashi company while I’m gone, ok?” With that he hops off his chair and races towards the bathroom down the hall, a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste in hand. You turn to Mori to see him locking his steely gray eyes with yours. “So Mori...” You fidget in your chair not certain which kind of small talk Mori preferred. The weather? Homework? The stock market? “What do you do for fun?” Mori continues looking at you for a second before answering, “Kendo.” “Ah, you’re also in the kendo club?” You ask. Mori nods. ‘He’s not much of a talker.’ You think to yourself.

You see him watching something behind you and instinct tells you it’s time switch stations. As you suspected, the natural host approaches you from behind and leads you to an empty table. “Where is the host?” You ask, looking around the room for a roaming host. The natural host chuckles and points to himself. “This station is mine. I’ll be your next host.”

Haruhi Fujioka:

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were a host. Since you’ve been escorting me...” You didn’t know how to finish your thought without accidentally insulting him. How could you admit he reminds you of an errand boy? Yet, something about him rings oddly familiar... You can’t quite place it... Is it his soft facial features? Or his silky hair? Or maybe his large innocent eyes? You decide to leave it alone for now. Maybe it’ll dawn on you later. You sit down beside the host and he offers you a cherry tea biscuit. “My name is Haruhi Fujioka. We’re both first years.” He ends his sentence with a wide smile, one that pushes back his slender cheeks. You have to admit, he is adorable. “Nice to meet you Haruhi. I am Y/N.” You introduce yourself before diving into the cherry biscuit. It tastes sweet and tart - very appetizing. Haruhi prepares a cup of tea and sets it down on the coffee table in front of you. “I figured you might like some tea to wash down the biscuit.” He says. There’s a glimmer in his eye and you realize why he is the natural host. Charming young women comes natural to him, as if it were second nature. He is handsome - er... pretty actually - with a small frame and thick brown hair. You wonder why he would join such a club. “Haruhi, may I ask why you joined this club? You don’t seem to fit in with the others.” You wince at how blunt your question sounded but Haruhi didn’t seem to notice the harsh undertones. He looked to the ceiling as he thought of his answer. “Well...” He said, “I initially joined because I accidentally broke a -”

Suddenly two pairs of hands captured Haruhi’s words in their palms as they covered her mouth. You look up to see the twins wrapping their arms around a very annoyed Haruhi. “That’s enough of that.” Kaoru teases. “It’s time you meet milord.” Hikaru adds. “Milord?” You repeat to yourself. “I believe they were referring to me.” The blue-eyed blond cradled your hand in his and guided you from the couch to his station in the room’s center.

Tamaki Suoh:

“Hello my dear, or should I say Y/N. Welcome. I am honored to be in your presence.” The blonde’s velvety voice carries his words like weightless cherry blossoms floating in the wind. “Hello.” You manage to say, a blush staining your cheeks. He wiggles his finger playfully and teases, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There is no need to be nervous around me princess. You are in good hands. I will not let anything befall you.” He grips your hand in his and brings it near his lips. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch your dorsal approach his soft lips. ‘Is he really going to kiss my hand?’ “My name is Tamaki. Tamaki Suoh.” Suoh. That name sounds familiar. You’ve heard that name once already today. You try to remember why his last name strikes a cord in your memory but his flirtatious antics keeps distracting you; washing your mind blank every time he touches you. “Would you care for a danish? We had them flown in from France this morning.” He offers a cheese danish on a disposable napkin but you politely decline. If you keep eating sweets and drinking tea you’ll ruin your appetite for supper. “Very well, then may I recite a poem that reminds me of you?” He pulls out a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and unfolds it. The poem is one from Edgar Poe and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that the author didn’t mean for this particular poem to be romantic but Tamaki is having so much fun trying to serenade you you decide to let it be. After all, his foolishness kind of makes him cuter.

“So what do you think of our club?” Tamaki asks. You think about it for a minute before answering, “I think it’s interesting. You all seem like close friends and I’m glad you find enjoyment in entertaining others.” Your honesty took Tamaki by surprise. You surmise he was expecting you to fall over yourself praising his skills but instead you stand from the couch and offer a gracious bow. “I must get going but thank you for letting me tour your club.” With that you turn to leave and exit through the double doors. Once you spill into the hallway you quicken your pace to catch the next train. There is no need to worry mother with your tardiness and you’re sure she will understand if you explain you checked out a club at your new school. And quite possibly... you’ll be back.

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