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As Kazutoshi walked into the library, eyes scanning for a spot to sit and eat his lunch alone, all he could think about was all the noise the other students had been making. With all of their chatting and passing of gossip you might think it was a party. But nobody at this school would think to hold a party in the library of all places.
God…for a library you’d think it’d be quieter…
The small boy thought to himself as he turned the other way trying to find a new spot to eat his lunch.
As his small footsteps echoed through the halls he unconsciously ended up in front of the music room. Well the music room was an overstatement, the place had been abandoned due to the lack of musicians within the school. Apparently rich kids have better things to do than indulge themselves in the arts. Kazutoshi sighed as he stood in front of the door contemplating if he should actually go in or if this room might be as crowded as the library for no reason at all. But the boy entered anyway. As he opened the door in front of him he was greeted by a bright light and-
“Welcome to the fujioka memorial high school host club!” somebody said way to cheery for kamimuras taste
When he looked up from the floor to meet the eyes of the person in front of him he saw a group of boys standing together like they had been awaiting his arrival or posing for some hidden camera that kazutoshi couldn’t seem to find.
“I wasn’t sure we had any outwardly gay kids in this school but I suppose it's fine!”
“I-.... NOT GAY” kazutoshi managed to stutter out at the blonde talking to him
“It's okay! Our job as fujioka memorial highschools host club is to make those who come here happy, girl or boy”
“Im not-...whatever…”
Kamimura had heard little about this club to be honest he didn't even know a school this refined would allow a club so….flirtasious? Whatever this club was, he didn't want to be involved with it.
But then Kazutoshi took a minute to take his eyes off of the blonde who seemed to be the president of this “club” if you could even call it that. There were two boys who seemed to be closer to each other than the rest of the club he’d seen before in one of his classes 1A to be exact. The taller one of the two had black hair that was on the verge of looking more blue than black, he had blue eyes that were covered by a pair of rectangular framed glasses. The shorter one who seemed to be somewhat clinging to him had messy hair but his hair was messy in the curated stylistic sort of way, he wore red glasses over his eyes and had a uniform decked out in fancy patches that made the normal school uniform look boring and dull in comparison. The shortest one of them was extremely short with longish white hair and red eyes that were beady in the way an orphan's eyes would be. The small boy stood next to an average height boy who seemed way too happy with how his life was going despite looking a little out of place amongst the crowd, he had brown hair and brown eyes but there wasn’t much to him.
But none of them particularly caught his eye until his pupils had finally landed on the last boy. He was taller than the others and held himself differently like he didn’t think he belonged there. He was fidgeting with the cuffs of his uniform as he stood there. He had messy brown hair but not like the others. Kazutoshi could tell he just didn’t care too much about if his hair was pristine like the others. But it wasn't his hair, or the way he fidgeted with his cuffs that made kamimura so incapacitated by him. It was his eyes. They were big and brown like a doe’s and he looked like he could cry at any moment and they were looking right at Toshi.
Kamimura could feel his cheeks growing red and hot by the seconds. His eyes darted away as he was brought back to earth. When his gaze was disconcerted he was met with two piercing blue eyes to close for kazutoshi’s taste. Startled by this random guy all up in his face he darted backwards letting out a small scream. The blue eyed boy continued to get closer to Toshi as he asked way too many questions that he quite honestly didn’t want to answer. Kamimura backed up away from the boy more and more until he felt his back collide with something. He turned around frantically to see what he bumped into. A vase wobbled on top of the table that he had pushed into and before the blue haired boy’s eyes it slipped right off the table. He tried to reach for it but it was too late and it fell onto the floor with a loud clatter that echoed through the room as shards of pottery flew across the floor.
“I- im so sorry ill pay you back i promise, wait i can’t shit, i uh can make it up to you somehow i promise”
“That was 80,000 yen…” a soft voice said
Kamimura looked up to meet the eyes of the voice that had just spoken. It was the tall boy who he was so encapsulated by. “Shit.” kamimura thought “i bet he hates me now im such a moron”
“Well that's unfortunate” the blonde haired boy who had greeted him just to throw him into this mess by getting too close for comfort.
“I suppose you're in debt to us now, you don't happen to have the money to pay us back, do you?
“Wh- No i dont have 80,000 fucking yen!!”
“Hmm thats not ideal”
“No shit” kamimura bit back
“Wait a minute your kamimura kazutoshi! Ive heard your quite the prodigy”
Kazutoshi looked at the boy confused.
“How the fuck do you know me?”
“No reason! Well if you can't pay us back you’ll have to complete a favor for us”
No.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go; he was just supposed to eat his lunch in peace not get looped into doing something for these snobby rich kids who he had walked in on doing some kind of weird cult club where they pretended to care about girls they’d never met.
“Well…” the soft voice spoke again gaining Kazutoshi's attention once more
“Maybe we can have him work as our errand boy ... .or something” he said, almost embarrassed that he had even suggested it.
“Why that's a great idea, Ken! Starting to day sir kamimura kazutoshi you will fulfill the host club members and guests needs as your way to repay us for the damage you have caused”
“Wh- i- fine” toshi said flatly just wanting to get this whole ordeal out of the way
“Well then I suppose we should introduce ourselves!” the blonde hair boy started
“My name is yanagi shigeki, the president and king of the fujioka memorial high school host club” he said bowing like some kind of prince.
“Those boys over there are ojima takeshi and hiroaki nakamigawa” he said pointing at the pair of boys
“A pleasure to meet you” one of them, ojima, had replied.
“That is wada masanari, and harada kezu” yanagi said pointing to the small boy and the taller one standing next to him
“H-hi” the shorter of the two
“And finally Hasegawa ken the clubs treasurer and vice president” he finished pointing towards the tall boy
“Um h- hello!” Hasegawa said as though speaking would break him.
It was funny it was almost kind of cute, the way he fidgeted and blushed as he tried to hide his anxiety. Kamimura hated how much it got to him. If he could, he'd want a hole to open up underneath him and swallow him whole. Despite his brain telling him not to be involuntarily waved a small wave at the taller boy. Once he noticed what his hand was doing though he darted his gaze away and shoved his hand in his pocket.
(small time skip)
After becoming the host club's errand boy Kazutoshi was able to see what the hell the host club actually was. According to Yanagi, “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, Fujioka memorial academy high school. The Fujioka 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 Fujioka Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful." but toshi didn’t really think that girls would waste their time with these idiots but after actually seeing what they do he couldn’t believe that they actually got people to come
As far as toshi was concerned it was just a place where women who have no chance of finding real love hire guys who pretend to be their boyfriends, and both parties know that its just fake admiration and praise but they still come and endure it for the thrill.
When he returned to the club with the coffee they had asked for there were more girls fawning over the boys. It was honestly a little gross.
“Im back with the coffee” kamimura said dryly but loud enough to hear
“Oh! Thank you!” a familiar soft voice came from behind him.
“Hasegawa!” Toshi said as he turned around to meet his big brown eyes. “Sorry you startled me a little”
“Oh my apologies Kamimura, by the way i dont mind if you use my actual name besides we will be seeing each other frequently. It'll be a little weird if you keep calling me hasegawa” he blushed as he spoke like talking alone scared him.
“A-alright ken. Well then i guess you can call me kazutoshi” he said an unfamiliar smile growing across his face as he let out a small chuckle
The two boys stood there just looking at each other, an awkward silence growing around them like they had both forgotten about why they had even started talking to each other in the first place.
“Oh right! Here” kazutoshi spoke up as he finally remembered why ken was even talking to him in the first place.
“O-oh! Right…” ken said as kamimuras words seemed to pull him out of a trance he’d been sent into by kazutoshi’s acknowledgement
As kamimura handed the bag of all the coffee there fingers brushed sending a jolt through kazutoshi’s body. He hoped Ken hadn't noticed the twitch of movement from him but when kazutoshi looked up it seemed that Ken was too embarrassed about something else to notice.
The blue haired boy was so caught up in his interaction with Hasegawa that he hadn’t noticed Yanagi approaching the two of them.
“Oh kazutoshi! You got the coffee good job” yanagi said as he approached taking the coffee from the bag that ken was holding
“Instant coffee hm…” he paused for a moment as if he was contemplating whether or not it was good enough
“Ive never had instant coffee before” ken said softly as if only speaking for himself to hear but kazutoshi picked it up anyway
“I could make you a cup if you'd like” he said without thinking
Once he realized what he had said he immediately regretted it. God why did he always have to make things weird? He should have just kept his mouth shut. Ken should have left ken should have been disgusted but when kamimura looked up he saw ken still there looking at him with his big doe eyes and smiling
“I think i’d like that” he said softly as if it didn’t bother him that kazutoshi had said something so childish
“Then I'll have a cup too!” Yanagi declared taking away the point of the gesture Kamimura had made even though he hadn’t meant to say anything at all.
“Kamimura, would you get me a coffee too?” a small hesitant voice spoke up
“Sure thing wada, might as well make one for the entire club” he said blandly. Why couldn’t they get their own damn coffee.
As all of the host club members sat down waiting for Kazutoshi to pour the hot water for their coffee as a crowd of guests gathered around them questioning the coffee grounds that had been poured into small teacups that sat in front of each of the boys. Once the water was done, Kazutoshi walked over to the table where the others sat and poured the water slowly as the crowd watched as if he was performing black magic. Ken sat at the end of the table so he was the last to get water poured into his cup, ironic since Ken had asked first for the coffee. Nonetheless he poured the water slowly and carefully so as not to spill anything. The coffee powder whirled around in the cup as it mixed with the water turning it from water into coffee. The others had waited for Ken to be poured water, although Kamimura wasn’t sure if it was out of respect or if they were scared to try it. Once he stopped pouring the water, Kamimura watched Ken take a sip with baited breath as Ken put the rim of the cup against his lips and took a small sip. If this had been an animated tv show ken would have had stars pop out of his eyes.
“This is really good kazutoshi!” he said as he looked up from his cup to give kazutoshi a warm smile
“I-its not impressive its just instant coffee” he said embarrassed a small pink shade growing across his face as he twirled his strands of hair between his fingers
Kazutoshi hadn’t noticed but the crowd who were watching so eagerly had gotten themselves coffee too somehow and were fawning over how good the commoners” coffee tasted. He felt himself let out a small laugh at all the fuss about something so normal to him.
“Its funny how something so usual for you can be so foreign to others” ken said quietly
“I guess it is isn’t it” kazutoshi replied as he looked into Ken's big doe eyes once again
(small time skip)
It was after hours at the club wada yanagi and harada had left kazutoshi and the others to finish cleaning up the mess of the customers who had come earlier that day.
“I don't get why we have to clean up can't we make the errand boy do it? Besides the others left heck even our president left! Why the fuck are we still here?” hrioaki whined as he reluctantly picked up trash
“We're here because we were assigned pick up duty so work faster. Besides one person cant clean all this give the newbie a break” Ojima replied like he had dealt with this thousands of times honestly kazutoshi wouldn’t be surprised if he did
“Quit talking like I'm not here. My ears still work im not deaf” kazutoshi said with a hint of venom in his words
“You might as well not be though since your so quite” hiroaki bit back
“Well at least im not a loud mouth” kazutoshi snapped
“What did you just call me?!?” hiroaki shouted
“Okay i think thats enough kamimura hasegawa you can handle the rest of this right? I think we should get going” Ojima interrupted before things could get worse
“Yeah we’ll manage” ken replied almost automatically like an actor with a script
The two boys cleaned and cleaned and cleaned that music room so that nobody could tell you the difference between the time before the guests and after. The boys had kept up some chatter between the two of them so as to not leave an awkward silence. They chatted about home and their interests and whatever they were interested in. As the two talked as they cleaned they found out more about each other as they grew a little closer that day.
But it couldn’t have just been that because of course it could have been. Due to the fact that kazutoshi had been cleaning so aggressively he found himself growing tired, his muscles growing weaker and weaker, as he fell into a cataplaxy episode. He dropped the sponge he was using to clean the windows and his knees buckled beneath him. The last thing he saw before blacking out was Ken's face as he called out his name. shit.