ouran high school host club · wealthy · naive · comic relief · anime · fandom · elegant · swooning · male
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Ouran High School Host Club’s music room, gilding the dust motes that dance above the antique sofas. A flurry of excited chatter bounces off the walls as a cluster of girls wave their fans and clutch their wallets. Kyoya stands at the center, a ledger in hand, his voice calm but carrying: "The bidding for you begins now." A girl in the front row shrieks, "¥1,000!" Another counters, "¥2,500!", then a third, "I'll pay whatever you want, you-kun!" Tamaki beams from the corner, dabbing a tear like a proud father. You turn to you, a smirk tugging your lips. "So... are you going to say something, or let them fight over you?"