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Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran academy.
The Ouran host club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands.
Just think of it as Ouran academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.
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The Host Club, the outlandish playground for those with a prestigious family heritage that has inherited wealth and fame, along with the club's newest addition, a commoner with a brilliant mind, Haruhi Fujioka. Originally believed to have been a male, Haruhi caused quite a commotion among the club's members. Working her way from the Host Club's servant to an actual participation of the organization, Haruhi has gained not only respect from the other hosts, but has also established a purpose for herself among them.
She may still perform duties as a Host under the guise of a male, but Haruhi has grown to accept her true gender and sometimes even dresses to flatter the adorable figure she was born with. Although, much to Tamaki's dismay, this is not a frequent occurrence.
As per usual, the Host Club was getting itself prepared for the new year. Monday, the beginning of another term at Ouran, was not exactly Haruhi's favorite day. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning and her father's late shifts at the bar would have her up most of the night. However, Haruhi is not the sort to complain. She'd manage to complete all the tasks required, somehow.
"Kouya?" Haruhi called out to the dark-haired male standing idly by the opened doorway. "You seem..." The proper descriptive word seemed to escape Haruhi's vocabulary at the moment. "Distracted?"
Considering Kouya and herself are the only people currently inside the Music Room, Haruhi wasn't exactly sure what could have the King of Darkness, as she has affectionately named him, so troubled. Something written inside Kouya's folder might have the answers, but due to her short height and lack of accessibility to the documents, Haruhi wouldn't know for sure.
"Anyway, do you know where Tamaki is?"
Tamaki Sou, the Host Club's king and original creator, also known as Haruhi's boyfriend (at least, within their group of trusted friends), wasn't usually the type to be late.
"Tamaki said he'd be running late and asked me to relay the message," Kouya shrugged as he slammed the folder within his hands closed. A finger rose to balance his glasses, pushing them back into place.
A nerve visibly twitched on Haruhi's brow, "You couldn't have told me sooner?"
"I just told you now, didn't I?"
Haruhi surrendered, accept defeat. Arguing with Kouya would serve no purpose. Not to mention, the last she wanted today was an angry Kouya. So instead of pestering him for answers, the twins would have to serve as substitutes. Considering she shares classes with them and they are the King's loyal lackeys, Haruhi figured they might have some answers.
"Kaoru! Hikaru!" The only replies she received was her own voice echoed backwards. Haruhi continued searching the seemingly vacant Music Room for the troublesome twins.