The final bell rang, signalling classes were over. Several students rushed to their clubs, eager to participate in extracurricular activities. On top of the South building, down the North corridor, various students gathered around a plain double doors. Most of the population consisted of girls, but a few boys merged with the giggling mass. Behind the doors was an empty music room. However, it was converted into the headquarters of the infamous Host Club. A young man lifted his wrist, checking his watch. His eyes widened slightly.
"Places everyone!" Nanami declared. He walked across the room, taking a seat on a throne chair. He preferred a less flashy chair, but it belonged to a previous third year. Despite his charismatic nature, Nanami loathed being in the spotlight. However, he didn't have a choice. He slipped into his perfectly crafted mask, hiding his insecurities. It was his last year at Ouran Academy. There was no room for complaining. He grown attached to the Host Club. He wasn't looking forward to graduating. After everyone moved into position, the doors opened. A swirling vortex of rose petals hurdled towards the massive group, creating a dramatic atmosphere. A wide grin plastered on his face. He held out a white rose, his signature color. He tilted his head towards his right side, revealing the right side of his face.
"
Welcome," they chorused simultaneously.
Nanami spotted a few of his regulars. After the introductions, Nanami led his customers towards his section. He sat down on a large couch. Two girls flanked his sides, peering at him curiously. A fleeting chuckle rumbled through his chest. He leaned forward, picking up a small notepad. He retrieved a purple gel pen and flipped the notepad open.
"Welcome to a new year, miladies. I see some new faces. I'm honored to be your Host for the afternoon," he began. He clicked his pen.
"Do I have any requests for today?" he inquired politely. A girl sitting on a love seat opposite of his couch raised her hand.
"I-I would l-love a story about an Elf princess," she announced shyly.
His expression softened a bit. A gentle smile painted his lips. Based from her appearance, she was a first year. She was cute.
"Fantasy is one of my favorite genres. How about the forbidden love between a Princess and a Captain of her guard?" Nanami suggested.
The girl blushed. "T-that would be lovely," she agreed. A small smile adorned her face.
Nanami jotted down the idea on his notepad. It was his request book. After he wrote down the requests, he transferred them on his tablet. He personally adored writing for his customers. His passion earned him his title; Lyrical Host.
"Would you like to be the star, Miss?" Nanami offered.
"K-Katagiri, Kiyoko, Tsukuyomi-san," she introduced. She nodded her head in response. "I-I would love that," she admitted.
His smile widened.
"I shall have your story complete before the end of the week Katagiri-san," Nanami promised.
Her blush darkened. "T-thank you," she replied.
Nanami averted his attention towards his remainder customers. Ten minutes later, he finished recording requests. After he placed his notepad down, Nanami served his group tea. He chatted with the girls politely, flirting shamelessly. It was part of his mask; allure. He spent three years perfecting his techniques. Some students had the audacity of accusing the Host Club to be full of players. It was true to an extent, but Nanami viewed it as entertainment. None of the Host Club were involved with their customers romantically. His definition of player involved a host forming a sexual relationship between two or more customers. Since that was strictly forbidden, Nanami ignored the ignorant students. His main objective was pleasing his customers. Happiness was their first priority. Nanami was in the middle of refilling his cup when,
"Tsukuyomi-san, my friend would love to hear you sing. She was wondering if you could play the piano while singing," a girl informed.
He blinked. A warm smile carved into his expression, softening his features.
"I would love to. Does she have a request?" Nanami replied.
The girl shook her head. "You can pick," she answered.
Nanami rose from his seat.
"Alright," he confirmed. Nanami excused himself politely before sauntering across the room, heading towards a grand piano in a far corner. Suddenly, he collided with a young
girl. A gasp escaped his lips. He instinctively wrapped his arms around
her waist, preventing
her from falling. He peered into a pair of beautiful golden eyes. An apologetic expression adorned his face. After he stood up straight, Nanami removed his arms.
"I sincerely apologize. It was rude of me to bump into you," he declared smoothly. He bowed to
her respectively.
"I would be honored if you could join me. I would like to repay my clumsiness with a song. If you're interested in fiction, I'll include a personalized story. My work is free of charge," Nanami offered. He held out a hand for
her. Unbeknownst to
her, Nanami was aware of
her status. He recognized those golden irises. He remembered observing his surroundings when he was in charge of escorting first year Host members to the music room. During his scanning, he noticed a boy in the background. What captured his attention was those eyes. Nanami recalled how gorgeous they were upon first glance. A part of him wondered why this young
boy was dressed as a
girl. However, he remained silent. It wasn't his place to comment.