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It’s Always Been You (Re-Write)
Kyoya ootori x Male!reader
In which a school filled with filthy rich heirs and heiresses spend their abundant free time; doing anything and whatever they want. This is Ouran Academy, the playground for the rich and famous.
“Welcome!”
…
A disheveled boy pushes himself against the sleek wooden doors he’d just entered through, he stood out from his environment, truly.
“Oh, wow, it’s a boy!”
“Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn’t he?” Kyoya looked towards the twins.
“Yeah, but he’s shy. He doesn’t act very sociably, so we don’t know much about him.” They shrugged.
“Hm.”
“Well that wasn’t very polite, Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honour Student.” Kyoya crossed his arms, looking towards the boy.
“What?” Tamaki unexpectedly moves closer, “You must be Haruhi Fujioka!”
Haruhi tries forcing the door open in a panic. But to his dismay it wouldn’t budge, as the group stare at him like a zoo exhibit.
“You’re the exceptional honour student we’ve heard about!”
“How did you know my name….?” He slowly turned around, notably more stiffer than before.
“well you’re infamous, it’s not everyday a commoner gains entrance into our academy.”
Kyoya continues,
“You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honour student, Mr. Fujioka.”
“…Well, uh, thank you, I guess.” Haruhi hesitated, clearly tense. He began to jiggle the knobs, muttering.
Tamaki pulls Haruhi closer to him, going on a monologue about commoners as the Honour student pulls away from his grasp.
“Tamaki is gonna scare him off.” Y/n sighed, looking at the two.
“Like that’s a surprise.” The twins slide behind Y/n, catching the man off guard.
“Warning next time! God. I need to put bell on you two.” He clutched the front of his suit jacket. Easing his now elevated heart beat.
“Ho ho~ very naughty Y/n” The twins lean on his shoulders.
“you know that’s not what I meant.”
“Whatever you say, y/n~” the two practically purred. Y/n waved a hand dismissively
“Hey! Come back here Haru-chan!” Honey yanks Haruhi backwards.
“You must be like a superhero or something. That’s so cool!” Honey chirps.
“I’m not a hero. I’m an honour student. And who are you calling ‘Haru-Chan’?”
Honey yelps, retreating away.
“I would’ve never imagined the famous scholar would be so openly gay.” Tamaki thinks out loud.
“openly what?”
“So tell me what type of guys do you like?”
“The strong silent type? The boy-Lolita? How about the mischievous type? The cool type? Or the nerdy type?”
“Wait what’s that supposed to mean?-“ Y/n gets cut off, with Hikaru hand over his mouth.
“Or maybe… you’re into a guy like me?” Tamaki coos, getting impossibly closer to the Honour student.
“It- it’s not like that I just came here for a quiet place to study-“ Haruhi backs up knocking right into something, he quickly turned, seeing the vase falling he reaches out for it,
And it shattered into thousands of pieces on the marble floor.
“And there goes the vase, or vase. Whatever you’re supposed to say.” Y/n looks at the broken pieces.
“Look what you’ve done commoner! That vase was going to be at the school’s auction, the bidding was gonna start at 8 Million yen!” The twins loom over the man, as he stares onto his massively expensive mistake.
“I’m gonna have to… pay you back..” Haruhi choked out.
“With what money? You can’t even afford the school uniform. Yeah what’s with that grubby outfit you got on?” The twins rubbed salt in the wound.
“Well… what do you think, Tamaki?” Kyoya grabbed a shard off the floor.
Tamaki sits on his throne, and with cocky a smirk he spoke.
“There’s a famous saying you might’ve heard Fujioka, when in Rome you should do as the Roman’s do. Meaning, starting today you are now a Host!” He points at Haruhi, who’s looking like a statue at Rome, at this point.
“You think he’ll be okay?” Honey poubts, poking at the unmoving man.
…
As guests filled the room, gathering around their respective hosts, girls swooned and sighed, the hosts would flirt and entertain.
A red head placed her teacup back on the table, making a crisp click.
“I’ve recently heard the host club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.”
“I don’t know if I’d call him that.” Tamaki gave a weak chuckle.
Haruhi walked in to the bustling club room, holding the paper grocer bag in one arm, he looked around the room unsure on where to put it.
“Oh! Here I’ll take it out of your hands.” Y/n grabbed the bag, immediately digging through it. His eyes widened as he finally found what he was looking for. He pulls out a tall can out of the group and popped it open, taking a swig.
“Y’know I didn’t think anyone at this type of school would drink that.”
“I hate the taste of regular coffee and tea, I have to soothe my caffeine addiction somehow.” Y/n puts the can at an adjacent table near him.
“Ever tried Soda? It’s healthier for your heart.”
“Speak of the devil! Haruhi why don’t you come over here” Tamaki calls out, loudly.
“Good luck-“
“You too Y/n!”
“Goddamnit.”
Haruhi walks over to Tamaki and the red head, as Y/n trails after with the paper bag. Tamaki grabbed the bag right from Y/n’s hands.
“Let’s see, what did our little piglet buy?”
“Hey- wait a minute what’s that?” Tamaki holds up a sliver can.
“Just what it looks like. It’s coffee.”
“I’ve never seen this brand before… is this the kind that’s already grounded?”
“What do you mean? It’s instant coffee.”
More and more guests begin to surround Tamaki, and for once it wasn’t just because of his looks. Y/n sneak past the now crowd, sitting at the table his drink is.
An applause erupted from the crowd, as Tamaki announced; “I will drink the commoners coffee!”
“You’re a hero, Tamaki.” Y/n yelled over the crowd, teasing him.
“It’s just the job as the host clubs king Y/n!” He sparkled.
“He can never tell when I’m sarcastic..” he mumbled to himself with an amused expression.
As Haruhi poured the group the instant coffee, by Tamaki’s request. The girls stood, staring anxiously at the coffee.
A wave of unease filled the once vibrant crowd, but Tamaki nobly took the first sip.
…
The twins coo and purr at each other as the girls squeal over their brotherly love, Tamaki pumps out cheesy lines, Honey-senpai plays into the cutesy charm.
“Are they always like this?” Haruhi sits down next to Y/n.
“Yes. Every. Single. Day.”
“How do you deal with them? It’s been what? Half a day, and I already have a headache.” He rubs his nose bridge, his glasses rising with it.
“You gotta try harder than that if you want my backstory,” He grins. “It’s too dark, too grim for the average fool.”
“And besides, the other hosts stories are far more interesting characters than little ol’ me.”
“They are definitely… something..” Haruhi looked off to the side.
Before Haruhi could continue Honey strolls up to the two.
“Haru-chan! Y/n-chan! we grabbed you two some cake, here!” He goes on his tippy toes to place the cake slices on the table. He holds up Usa-chan as he spoke,
“Usa-chan thought you two might be hungry!”
“Well thank you Usa-chan.” Y/n pats the pink rabbits head.
Then Honey walks over to Haruhi,
“Usa-chan wants you to say thank you too, Haru-chan!”
“Oh- thank you. Usa-chan?”
“Cute rabbit right?” Y/n grinned.
“Uh- yeah he is kinda cute..”
Honey looks up at Haruhi, as his eyes widen slightly before walking away with a smile.
“So- how exactly is he a third year?”
“Well it happens when you graduate the second year.”
“Im just kidding, he may be small but he is a terrifying prodigy.”
“You’ll notice that our club utilizes each man’s characteristics to cater to the desire of our guests.” Kyoya appears behind Y/n.
“And just so you know, Tamaki is number one around here, he’s the king. His request rate is 70%.”
Kyoya spoke looking in his slick black notebook.
“What has the world come to.”
“And in order for you to pay off your ¥8,000,000 debt with us, you will act as the Ouran Host Club's dog until you graduate.”
“I'm sorry, I meant our errand boy. You can try to run away if you want to Haruhi, but just so you know, my family employs a priavte police force of 100 officers” kyoya snaps close his book, tilting his head.
“By the way, do you have a passport?”
“Huh?”
Then Tamaki leans over Y/n looking at Haruhi.
“You’re gonna have to work hard to pay off that debt,” he moves closer to Haruhi,
“My little puppy.”
Haruhi jumps nearly falling off his seat,
“Never do that again.”
Like it was that easy to get him to stop. Y/n thought looking absentmindedly at the two.
“You’re gonna need a makeover, or no girl is gonna look twice at you.” He eyes Haruhi.
“I’m not trying to get girls to look at me.” Haruhi grumbled.
“The gay allegations are getting harder to deny Haruhi.” Y/n grinned.
"Are you kidding me? That's the most important thing. You have to learn to be a gentleman and please the ladies, like me."
Tamaki flips his hair.
“I just don’t think it’s all that important.” Haruhi plainly spoke, moving farther from the blonde.
"Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean, all that really matters is what's on the inside right? I don't understand why you even have a host club like this."
“Don’t make him start-“ Y/n begs.
"I understand how you feel since not everyone is blessed as I am, but you must console yourself. Otherwise how would you go on living? And think about this Haruhi. Why do you think they put works of art in museums?” Tamaki yaps begins to monologue, again.
As his speaks Haruhi seems deep in thought before cutting him short.
“Obnoxious!”
Y/n began to snicker, covering his mouth with his hand as he laughed.
“Oh you’re a hero alright.” The twins join in the commotion.
“Sorry senpai, but your lesson did strike a small chord with me.”
“Really, it did?” He sways.
“Boss?” Kaoru started.
“Call me king.”
“You can teach him the basics, but he's not going to get very far with the ladies if he doesn't look the part you know. He's not exactly host club material but...” Hikaru reaches for Haruhis face,
“Maybe If we took off his glasses it’ll help..”
"Hey! I need those. I used to have contacts but I lost them on the first day of school." However Haruhi’s word fell upon deaf ears, the hosts stared, he was gorgeous.
“Hikaru, Karou.”
“Got it!”
Haruhi gets dragged off.
"Kyoya, my hairstylist. Mori-senpai, go to the eye doctor and get him some contact lenses."
“What about us?” Y/n gestures towards himself and Honey.
“Honey-senpai.”
“Yes sir!”
“Go have some cake.” And just like that Tamaki dashed off, Honey mopping off in the corner.
Okay then…
…
Y/n walks over to the smaller part of the room, flipping open his phone and his screen was covered in notifications, “Mom”.
He slides down the wall, holding his phone to his ear.
“Look mom I can’t-“
“No, I’m sorry. Just-… what do you need?”
…
“Y/N!”
He immediately jumped to his feet, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve, he made his way to the changing rooms. As he did, he was immediately greeted by the host club fawning over Hauruhi.
“You sure it’s really okay for me to keep this uniform?” He asked, adjusting the cuffs on the uniform.
“You sure clean up nice.”
“Cute! You’re as pretty as a girl! Adorable!”
“Haru-chan, you look so cute!”
“If we had known thats how you really look…” Hikaru began,
“We would’ve helped you out sooner.”
“Who knows? Maybe he’ll draw in some customers.”
“You know, that's just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up the ranks.”Tamaki posed, for whom? Couldn’t say.
“Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your ¥8,000,000 debt."
“A host…?”
…
And now here Haruhi sits, being the centre of attention of a group of girls. How’d he get in this mess.
But as Lady Luck would have it, he’s a natural, using the right story he had the girls infatuated with him.
Much to the king’s surprise,
“Why is he so popular?”
“He’s a natural.” Kyoya retorted.
“No training needed… unlike someone else we know.” The twins tilted their heads to y/n.
To which y/n just stared daggers at the two’s uncalled for drive-by.
…
“Looks like the ‘Princess’ has her sights set on Haruhi.” Y/n mumbled, shuffling the deck in his hands.
“What makes you think that?” Hikaru and karou picked up the freshly dealt hands.
“Because, for once, there aren’t the stray razor blades in my books, shoes or even my cards..” he grabbed the now empty box and flipped it upside down. Nothing falling from it.
“And secondly, look behind you.”
As they looked they saw Haruhi’s bag emptied out in the schools fountain. Haruhi trying to recover what’s left of his bag, the King right there with him.
“If you knew that, why didn’t you tell Tamaki? Or even Kyoya.” Hikaru gave a look, discarded a card and picked up another.
“You of all people should know they’d listen to you.” Karou picked up Hikaru’s card, removing one of his own.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of the newbie.” Hikaru deadpanned, picking up and card and discarding it just as quickly.
“Not at all, I think Haruhis’ great. I just have no real proof that it’s… her behind this. Could be anyone doing this. And besides, if I do say something, the princess has way more sway than I do, I’m not messing with someone like that.” Y/n shivered.
Karou picked up a card, and with a smile lay down his hand. “That’s gin-rummy.”
“Oh come on!” Hikaru tossed his hand.
“Better luck next time.” Y/n scooped up all the cards, putting them in a neat stack before shuffling them.
…
Y/n walked into the host club, the twins trailing behind.
Walking over to his table, he placed his bag on his chair, preparing for the next game with his costumers.
“Will you join my game, like last time?” He placed a handful of card decks.
“Well how can we say no, especially since our lovely guests had such a blast.” Hikaru smiled.
“Speaking of which… what game did you have in mind, dealer.” Karou joined in, taking a deck.
“Nothing special, just poker.”
“Boo, not strip poker..” Hikaru whined.
“It’ll take a lot more than you two crying, before you see me naked.” He leaned over and took the box of cards from Karou—
A wave of cheers and swooning over took the room as a group of girls watched the three bicker.
“Sorry were we intruding are you guys?” One of the girls spoke timidly, her mind making up unthinkable scenarios of what was gonna happen.
Y/n cleared his throat before speaking,
“Not at all ladies, you came just at the right time~”
The group sat in the chairs, as they began to idly chat.
“Today we’ll be playing poker! I’ll be your dealer for this game, I hope you enjoy.” Y/n began dealing the cards out.
More people began to fill in the host club room, till a certain someone sauntered in.
“Hikaru, Karou, come here will you?” Y/n places the last set of cards.
As the two walk over, the group stares, not daring to make a peep.
“She’s here, and I believe she requested Haruhi. I want you two to keep an eye on her in case she tries something.” He whispered. The twins nodding.
“Now pretend I say something flirty.”
“Oh~ mister. Dealer, saying something so naughty… when we have guests?” Karou gasped, covering his face.
The group burst out in cheers.
“This is just like in a boy love book I was reading!”
“What did he say?!”
“A true gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell ladies~ besides… I wouldn’t want to make any of you jealous.” Hikaru leaned on y/n, a devilish smirk painted on his face.
The girls lost their minds, some of them even redder, if that was even possible.
“It’s such a shame all of these people are here—“
“No Haruhi! Leave me alone! Somebody help, he just attacked me!”
Everyone stares at the scene, the table was flipped over, glass shattered, and Haruhi was on top of the princess.
“Somebody do something! Teach this commoner a lesson!” She squealed.
Y/n discreetly passed a pitcher to the twins, an evil grin was all he saw before they dragged him with em’. As they get to the two, they dump water, drenching them both.
“Why did you do that? Do something, Tamaki. Haruhi just assaulted me.” She gave him the fakest puppy eyes.
“I’m disappointed in you. You through his bag in the pound, didn’t you?” Tamaki looked at her, almost apathetically.
“You don’t know that. Do you have any proof that I did?”
"You know, you're a beautiful girl, but you aren't classy enough to be our guest dear. If there's one thing I know, Haruhi is not that kind of a man."
“But, why Tamaki? You idiot!” She begins to cry.
“Hmm… Now how am I going to punish you? Because it is your fault after all. Your quota is now 1000!”
“Huh? 1000?”
"Come on. I got high expectations for you, my little rookie."
…
“Going to change-“ Haruhi stopped, and nervously looked at the hosts.
“Do you guys have another spare uniform?”
Kyoya looked towards Y/n.
“Oh! Right, I do. It’s my… old uniform, I think it might fit you.” Y/n, handed over a bag to the wet dog
Haruhi.
“It’s better than nothing right?” Y/n gave an uneasy smile.
“Thanks a lot you guys. I’m gonna go change.”
…
“Tamaki, can you bring Haruhi these towels.” Kyoya handed a fresh towel.
Tamaki nodded before running off like a man on a mission.
“Y’know I could’ve done it?” Y/n looked at the man.
“If he doesn’t figured it out now, he’ll never learn.”
…
A high pitched scream echoed throughout the room.
Took him long enough.
The hosts go up to the changing rooms, Tamaki was beet red, while Haruhi brushed off some debris off the dress.
“Listen Senpai, I don't really care whether you guys recognize me as a boy or a girl. In my opinion, it's more important for a person to be recognized for who they are rather than for what sex they are."
“Well isn’t this an interesting development.”
“I think we’ve had plenty of those-“
The twins crowded y/n, each one leaning against him,
“Oh yeah.” Hikaru gave a taunting look towards Kyoya.
"Now, I could be wrong but I think we may be witnessing the beginnings of love here." Kyoya spoke.
"Being a host and getting fussed over by a bunch of girls might not be that bad." Haruhi gave a soft smile.
"I wonder how I can pull it off. I've got it. I'll just call everyone "dude" and "bro" now." They chuckled at their own joke.
…
And just like that, Haruhi became just a little more comfortable in their place in the club.