You are (Male Name) (Last Name). You are a girl - but why do you have a male name? Ah... I'll get to that later.
It was an average day...
Walk to school beside Haruhi Fujioka, complain about everything, go to class, and wait for lunch time to hit. As soon as the clock stuck 12, you walked to the 3# Music Room - the home of the host club.
Ahah~ But you were not a guest... You were more of a... host.
Yes, you were in the same situation as Haruhi basically - except the fact that you actually owed the Host Club nothing. And the fact that dressing like a boy was just natural to you. Your parents had wanted a male child, and when they gave birth to a girl - well... they just decided to 'tweak' things a bit. So now, you are basically a cross-dresser.
Slamming open the doors, you strode into the music room as Haruhi trailed behind you.
"Look who's here," Kaoru and Hikaru spoke in sync, seeming to circle your form. You paid them no attention and simply strode past, standing in front of a certain member of the Host Club. "Hey Kyoya. What time is it?"
The black-haired male looked up from his laptop, a frown on his face. "Don't you have a watch?"
"Haruhi ate it," you replied, to which all members of the Host Club gave you a weird look. "Okay... maybe I lost it," you let out a nervous chuckle.
"The time is exactly 12:03," Kyoya sighed.
"Ah right... I still have two minutes," you grinned.
"What for?" Kyoya questioned. "In two minutes, you must devote yourself to the ladies of Ouran Academy. What could you possibly do in those mere two minutes? Actually... One minute now."
"DAMNIT KYOYA! YOU WASTED A MINUTE OF MY PRECIOUS TIME!" You groaned, before into a dressing room that was inside the large music room.
"Again... I ask, what is she doing?" Kyoya turned to Haruhi.
"Attempting to contact her parents for about the millionth time today."
"Ah... strange... She doesn't usually do that."
"Maybe something happened at ho-"
"GAAH!" You whined as you trudged back into the room, phone in hand. "Why won't they pick up?" You let out a sigh as you sunk down into the seat beside Kyoya - totally not caring that it was a one person seat and you were basically crushing the both of you as a result. Kyoya's eye twitched in annoyance behind his glasses, to which the 'King' of the Host Club let out a loud giggle.
"(Male Name)! You look adorable with Mommy~!"
Both you and Kyoya looked up at Tamaki, giving the poor blonde a death glare. And... death glare x 2? That equals DEAD TAMAKI - or at least, sulking Tamaki in this case.
The door to the music room swung open, and everyone immediately got into position to welcome the guests. Girl after girl flooded into the room, squealing and blushing.
"Form a queue," Kyoya stated, as all the girls hurried to stand in front of him. As they did this, all of the Hosts - including you - went to your respective tables to wait.
After just a few minutes, all of the girls were at the places they wanted to be. You were surrounded by a bunch of them too. Kyoya Ohtori was the only one who sat alone, tapping away at that damned laptop of his.
"So, my dears~" You grinned cheekily, turning to them, making sure to flick your hair slightly. Ah, your job, your duty. It was a strange one, yet you found it highly amusing. The way the girls would fawn over you - you thought it was crazy. "How are you all?" You questioned, crossing one leg over the other and smiling your sweetest possible smile.
They gasped at the way you were looking at them, and struggled to answered your question. "I-I-I'm great!" One of the girl's replied.
"I v-very good!" Another answered.
The other two that were with you just stayed silent, staring at you, smiling, and effectively creeping you out. "H-How are you?" One of them gasped.
"Oh... me? Well..." You paused, placing a finger on your lower lip. "I was feeling all sad a gloomy... But now that you're here," you stopped, hooking a finger under the girl's chin, causing her to gasp and freeze within your grasp. "I'm feeling a lot better," you whispered, giving her a small smirk.
Dropping the hand on the girl's chin, you turned to see a certain blonde haired boy running up to you. He bounced up onto the chair, sitting on your lap. And now THIS, made the girls go crazy. "Yes Hunny?" You replied, petting the boy's hair. How the hell was he older than you!?
"Kyoya-sempai wants to see you!" He grinned. "I can take care of these girls for you till you get back!"
Turning to the girls, you gave them a small, sad smile. "I'll be back later... Don't miss me...too much," with a smirk, you placed Hunny on the velvet sofa and stood up, walking towards Kyoya, ignoring the squealing behind you.
"What do you want?" You asked as you plonked down onto the arm of the chair Kyoya was rested on.
"You're getting more requests than Tamaki..." Kyoya whispered so that his comment wouldn't fall onto the 'King's' ears.
"WHAT THE!? I AM!?"
"Yes," Kyoya chuckled. "Don't worry, I was surprised as well."
"You have one more request that you'll have to do after school as our time is running out."
Letting out a groan, you pouted. "After school? Damn that sucks..."
"It's not my fault. You need to devote all of your affection to your guests."
"Yeah yeah... Who flipping requested for me?"
Your eyes widened as you stared at him, and he stared at his computer. He wasn't typing anything, just staring blankly at the screen. "Y-You... what?"
"Is there a problem with I, Kyoya Ohtori, requesting for a session with you?"
"Uh... no...I guess..." You narrowed your eyes.
"You can leave now. I'll expect to see you here at approximately 3:05. But, knowing that you're usually late, 3:10."
Nodding slowly, you got up and walked back to your guests. Hunny ran off to play with Usa-chan, and you just sat down, staring ahead of you.
"Is something the wrong?" One of the girls asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Is it weird for a guy to request a guy?" You asked, turning your head to the female. Well, you had to put the question like that. You were pretending to be a dude here. She seemed taken aback by your question, but then smiled brightly. "No way! It would be utterly adorable!" She grinned.
You nodded slightly, as all the other girls agreed.
"Damn Kyoya..." You muttered. "Making me stay back when I should be home and playing on Call of Duty and shiz.."
"There you are," Kyoya looked up from his laptop. "I was wondering how late you were planning on being."
"I'm not late," you grumbled, sitting in the seat opposite him.
"You are actually. Exactly," he paused to look at his watch. "2 minutes 26 seconds."
You rolled your eyes, before crossing one leg over the other. Silence passed, until Kyoya spoke up.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
"Huh?" You raises an eyebrow."
Pushing his laptop out of the way so he could now look directly at you, he lay his hands on the table. "Entertain me."
"W-What?" You questioned uneasily.
"You're a Host. I requested you. Entertain me."
"You can't just tell me to do that!" You almost shouted. "It doesn't work like that!"
"Go on," he encouraged. "Do that hair flick you do. Do that... ah... finger to the lip thing."
"How much attention do you pay to me?" You asked, weirded out.
"A lot," he stated simply. "And... I'm still waiting for my Host..."
"Gah fine," you muttered. "Would you like some tea?" Your smile fake, to which he nodded in response.
Getting up, you quickly and neatly poured him a cup of tea - making sure to use Tamaki's technique of putting the pinky finger beneath the cup when you placed it to make minimal noise. "Thank you," he gave you one of his signature smirks, and you could tell he was up to something.
"So... How are you?" You questioned, sitting back on your chair, crossing one leg of the other again. You did as you always did - rake a hand through your short [h/c] hair, a small, adorable little smile on your lips. "I've been better," Kyoya replied, never removing his gaze from your eyes.
DANG IT! WHAT WAS HE UP TO!?
"Is there any way... I could... Make you feel better?"
Usually, when you'd say this, you'd place a hand beneath the girl's chin. But... this was Kyoya...
"Do what you usually do," he answered.
Letting out a sigh, you slid over to Kyoya's seat, sitting just mere centimetres away from him. His dark eyes followed your actions, as you lifted a hand and placed it gently beneath his chin, turning his head to gaze into your eyes properly. "Is there any way I could make you feel better?" You repeated, a blush starting to grow on your cheeks.
"You could always kiss me," he smirked.
Your eyes widened, as you froze.
Without waiting for you, he moved, his lips locking with yours. After a few moments, you melted into the kiss.
He pulled away, smirking. "Now that... is why you're my favourite host," he grinned.