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[Nanyoshi Beni]

Today was Beni's first day at Ouran's High School, she'd moved over from England after her mother had fallen ill, and had been awaiting the new school year in order to join at a more suitable time. She had been offered a place straight away, but she didn't see the point in joining near the end of the school year so she had refused. It was easier and better this way, and at least she wouldn't have to miss out on a loads of work that would have been needed for the end of year's exams. It was like suddenly joining a band for a concert without ever once playing an instrument, it was pointless and somewhat dangerous.

Standing outside of Class A, Beni nervously reached for the door handle. She could already hear an excited buzz of chatter and laughter inside. She hated big crowds like this, she wasn't good at interacting with others, not at first anyway. She didn't really want to be here, she wanted to be back in England with her friends. But she had no other choice, she couldn't stay in England, she'd had no choice. Her mother was ill and her father had wanted them in Japan, she couldn't refuse her father, it wouldn't be sensible.

Taking a deep breath, Beni opened the door and entered the classroom, eyes scanned the room as she looked at who occupied it, she could spot a few people she knew, well, that she knew of. Her father had shown her certain people that had powerful families, and she'd been taught to memorise facts about them. Looking over, she spotted Suoh Tamaki and Ootori Kyoya, whose family ran a hosital and a secret police form. Her mother was at his families hospital, and it felt rather strange to be in the same class as him.

Standing nervously at the head of the class, she looked at the ground, not wishing to stare at anyone. It would be best for her to remain in the background, just like she'd done back in England. That way she'd avoid trouble and avoid uneeded confrontation. "Are you Nanyoshi Beni?" Looking up, Beni saw an older man, probably the professor. Nodding silently, she watched as he smiled and turned to the rest of the class. "Everyone, settle down" Beni's ears went red as she watched the excited chatter die down, and everyone looked towards the professor....and her. "This is our new exchange student Nanyoshi Beni, she will be in our class from now on, make sure you make her feel welcome."

Beni wished the ground would swallow her up, she hated this. Why did he have to upstage her? Wouldn't it be kinder and easier to just let Beni sit at a desk and not say anything? Why was it that professors felt the need to introduce new students? It was as if they tried to make them even more nervous. Looking up, Beni tilted her head to the side and smiled warmly. "Pleased to meet you." If she had to do this, she'd at least make it look like she was comfortable and happy.

[Ootori Kyouya]

Most days seemed to be boring, and added onto that they became extra boring when you had to add school to the equation. What more could the student of Ouran have to endure? Torture was all they seemed to get from the teachers, though some people didn’t mind, while others did. It was all just a matter of the mind and what others thought. One person though that it never really seemed to bother was Kyouya Ootori.

In truth, it bothered him a lot, and he in truth wouldn’t admit that out loud. It was foolish, useless and completely stupid to complain about things that you obviously couldn’t fix. Those guidelines were often followed by Kyouya Ootori. He had to keep everything in order and in perfect stature and that was how his thoughts and mind seemed to work. He didn’t think like Tamaki. Tamaki Suoh was his complete and total opposite. He was the Shadow King while Tamaki was the Prince of Ouran. It wasn’t too bothersome for him though.

He kept a cool and composed expression on his face. This of course was what he did in school and in class. He played everything cool and calm. He didn’t quite like being lectured to do things that he already knew, so he tended to work ahead, thus was the reason as to why he was ahead of all of his classmates. He smiled a little more when something new seemed to happen. It of course occurred to him the date. How foolish of him to have forgotten such a date. A transfer student of course was going to be transferring here to Ouran. It was something that had caught him off guard for the moment since of course his mind seemed to be on other things now. He sighed and watched as she entered the room so casually.

It wasn’t anything new. He saw her as he had seen everyone else. Already a label was on her. Transfer Student, her mother is in hospital that belongs to his family. It wasn’t that bad of title, since others seemed to have lower statures in his eyes, though of course the females needed more slack cut on them, especially if they decided to pick a member of the Host Club to be their host. It only meant more profit for the club which of course was always a good thing. He stared at her for a moment, blinking slightly as a slight glare from the light reflected from his glasses and reflected into his eyes. He let out a small growl of annoyance, though it wasn’t loud enough to be heard. He took off his glasses for a moment and let out a sigh.

He waited for a moment before sliding his glasses back onto his face casually and glancing at her. She looked extremely nervous, but of course he couldn’t quite blame her with all of the class’ stares on her. In a slight way he felt a bit of pity, but pity was something that he wasn’t allowed to show to most people, and of course it was known as a sign of weakness. He found it amusing though how she seemed to recuperate herself. It was a strong point that he observed that she had, and he added that to his notebook which lay on his desk. He smiled slightly. He wondered where exactly she would sit, though of course since he was a respected gentleman, he would eventually great her and welcome her to the school which was a good thing.

[Nanyoshi Beni]

Beni shifted nervously in her place; she truly hated everyone staring at her. There was no need for it, sure, she was something new and exciting, but surely they were civil and polite enough to know it was rude to stare. Honestly, Japan was supposed to be the most respectful and polite country, so why on earth was that being put aside? She didn't look that strange did she? She was a human being just like them... maybe it was the fact that her hair clashed with the uniform that was making everyone stare, that was much more understandable.

Continuing to smile, looking around the classroom, she began to look for an empty seat, preferably at the back. She preferred that, at least until she got to know people more. If she was away from the limelight, then she had less chance of being teased or hurt. She didn't want to repeat the same mistakes as England, she was in a new country, and she wanted to start afresh. And that meant sitting at the back of the classroom, and keeping her intellect to herself.

As the professor told her to sit, Beni nodded politely and went over to sit in the empty seat, passing a raven-haired boy with glasses as she did so. She knew him to be Ootori Kyoya; she'd already seen him when she walked in. As she passed him, her eyes quickly darted to his desk, watching as he wrote things down. He appeared to be very analytical, which she had assumed when she heard of him. He was rather silent, and appeared to be trying to appear cool. Typical. It seemed all guys tried to act like this these days, and the cooler a guy was, the more chance he'd get with women. It was somewhat pathetic, and Beni swore to not fall for that trick, she was much too smart for that. But despite this common view, there was something... different about Kyoya. He was a bit of a mystery for her, and she would enjoy analysing him further as the lesson continued.

Taking her seat, she put her bag underneath her table and got her books out and put them to one side, making sure that they aligned neatly with the table and made sure they were in a straight line. She could be a bit too picky about stuff like this, but really, a neater desk was a much easier desk to learn on. It was common sense, if your desk was scattered with junk, it would only distract you and act as a barrier against learning, and Beni wouldn't allow herself to fall behind.

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[Suoh Tamaki]

Tamaki watched the new girl--the exchange student that seemed like she was smiling simply for the sake of doing so. it was contagious either way, though, and the blond boy soon found himself smiling back at her in what he felt was a welcoming grin. She seemed like a nice girl, and he already liked her. And, wouldn't you know it! She passed right by himself and Kyouya's desks as she went to find her own seat. This class, which had a blatant tendency to be boring, seemed to be picking up interest this new year and he didn't even have to resort to texting Haruhi in the middle of class, just to set off the annoying little ring tone and land them both in detention--just to spend more time with her...

No, there was a transfer student! Nanyoshi Beni he mused internally, peeking at the new girl out of the corner of his eye and trying to jar his memory. Have I heard that name before? ....I can't...remember...Why not? Have I...have I lost my ability to naturally see people's real light and personality...? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! However, before he could really tear himself up inside, a somewhat half-baked idea sprung into his mind and large, violet eyes widened in realization and the excitement of actually thinking of something.

Whipping out his black notebook with Mrs. Suoh Haruhi and Fujioka Tamaki scribbled all over the inside paper and the margins and tore of a small portion of an inside piece, grabbing his pen and feigning taking notes in a very passionate, convincing way. Meanwhile, as the teacher was writing down important information about the new class schedule and the new years curriculum, the Suoh heir wrote, in tiny and perfectly scriptures cursive, 'Kyouya, who's that new girl?' he wrote, then elaborated. 'The blond one. The one in the back of the class. The one who just walked past us. The one who the teacher introduced three minutes ago. The one who's name I can't remember. The one who's name we just learned was Nanyoshi Beni...Yeah, who is she?'

And then, folding the piece of paper like the ninjas that he was so afraid of, he narrowed his eyes and, sneakily, pushed the fifteen-time folded paper onto his best friends desk and then returned to his previous position, still smiling and pretended to take notes again, really lamenting over his inability to follow exactly what the teacher was saying, seeing as he'd ignored somewhat half of the opening class speech.

((FIRST OFFICIAL RP POST! ^^))

[Ootori Kyouya]

School was just another annoying part of life, it f course was a portion of life that seemed to be the most annoying of all. Kyouya was always the one to be perfect in school, he always had the best grades as well, so nothing really seemed to bother him or catch his notice. It was a fact though that transfer students got his mind in a whir, though of course he found out their information, then they were over with. It was just that simple, flat out. It was an amusing thought though that this girl would make a fuss in the Host Club. The best thought though that seemed to catch Kyouya’s mind was she would be a paying customer, and of course if that were true, she would also pay high for bids on the Host Club members’ items. It was a way to pay for Tamaki’s foolish ideas, and so far it seemed to be working.

It was funny though how much these foolish girls paid to have as much as a picture of them or even something that was touched by one of them. He let out a slight sigh as introductions were made and finished as fast as it could be thought up. He watched how embarrassed the girl looked. She honestly couldn’t think about hiding her arrival here. When someone was new here, it didn’t matter who you were related to, everyone knew about you even before your arrival, and it was just that information that Kyouya knew.

He let himself cast a side glance at Tamaki as he watched the male pretend to take notes. It seemed to make him wonder what idiotic idea the male had that he had to address it now. It became clear after a few moments that he was going to pass Kyouya a note, and if it was something like a random drawing or doodle then Kyouya would be furious, especially if he was caught passing notes in class with Tamaki Suoh. It was true that they were best friends, but that didn’t excuse the stupid things that Tamaki did, and half of the time, Kyouya of course had the urge to smack the boy.

It all came clear though that whatever Tamaki was asking him about was definitely going to be about the new girl. Why you may ask? Well, Tamaki seemed to go into a writing rampage as soon as the girl had passed by him. He didn’t give the new girl a second glance as she passed. It was rude and a bad habit to stare at other people anyways. He waited for a few moments as he stared up at the board and then casually glanced back at Tamaki who still seemed to be writing. He was god at multi tasking, and he had been god at doing that for a while now.

Out of boredom now he scrawled down in his black note book some notes that he would keep to himself. He already had enough about Tamaki’s ideas, and enough with all the budgeting for the Host Club that he would deal with later. He neatly pressed his pen down against the paper and wrote in his delicate script the date. It was always nice to date things for if something came up, then he could quickly recall when something happened on a particular date.

When Tamaki had pushed the paper onto Kyouya’s desk, he slyly unfolded it and glanced at the small writing and rolled his eyes. “The idiot,” he hissed under his breath as he cast an annoyed glance at Tamaki. What exactly went through this boys head, he was never sure about it, but he was quite sure that it consisted of Haruhi for the most part of it, and other than her, it seemed to be his idiotic ideas for the Host Club, and for maybe one percent of it, it seemed to concern school which wasn’t a very big portion for his mind. In the note, Tamaki seemed to contradict himself if he had been asking the girls name, but he decided to provide a bit more than that from his research on her. Nanyoshi Beni, her father owns a business specializing in games, music, and filming. Her mother is ill, and her father moved the family here to Japan from England, and from information I have collected, she rarely sees her father. He let his pen drop to his desk as he folded the paper back to its former shape, and he flicked it back to the side of Tamaki’s head grinning slightly, wondering if the idiot would freak or spazz in the middle of class from the random note, and in that case, he would swipe the note back up and keep it hidden as he would pretend to help Tamaki up.

[Suoh Tamaki]

Tamaki balked, inhaling sharply and dropping his pen as a piece of paper. He was about to squeal and flap his arms about in an attempt to get ride of what he thought was a fly or a bee when he noticed the piece of notebook paper had bounced off his head and landed with a tiny, barely noticeable clatter onto the tabletop. His look of confusion turned to one of excitement and he smiled, beaming first at the paper and then towards his friend. Yay!! he internally giggled.

Nanyoshi Beni, her father owns a business specializing in games, music, and filming. Her mother is ill, and her father moved the family here to Japan from England, and from information I have collected, she rarely sees her father.

Ohh.... The happy smile dripped like wet paint from his features and his fingers, which had gripped the corners of the note with tense excitement moments before were going lax and flimsy as the depth of what he had just read. Oh. Oh. Sympathy overwhelmed him, but he dipped below the table to scoop the pen he had dropped off the ground so as to be able to reply.

'Don't suppose you know if she was happy to move here, do you?' he wrote, his pen making a scratching sound on the table underneath his paper. 'I'm not sure if she looks unhappy or not, but if she is, she shouldn't bottle it up inside of herself.' Somehow, his words dripped with saccharine emotion that was almost misplaced. However, he almost immediately brightened as a newer thought crossed his mind. 'You don't think that she's come to the Host Club eventually, do you? She's probably got time on her hands, and with all our fun events, newcommers are almost always curious about us!'

And he easily slipped the paper back to Kyouya when the teacher turned his back to the class again, writng something important that the blond then hurried to scribble down.

[Nanyoshi Beni]

Beni listened attentivly to the teacher as he began talking about algebra. Sighing, Beni blew her hair out of her face and copied the notes on the board. She'd already done this... twice to be more precise. Back in England, she's studied algebra numerous amounts of times, one time she'd done it twince in one year. Apparently the teachers there believed that the students were unable to retain information, so they repeated a lot of subject topics every year. Of course, it would gradually get harder, but Beni really didn't see the need for it. Surely it would be better to learn something once and move onto things that would be more useful. If you learned the same thing over and over again, you'de never get round to learning other things. It was common sense really, there were so many things that her school hadn't taught her in her maths classes, something she'd picked up from reading books.

Resting her head in the palm of her left hand, Beni started to work out the sums that they had been given. It didn't take her too long, the questions were rather easy, at least for her they were. Looking around, she could see people scribbling away. She was unsure whether or not they found it easy, but most of them seemed quite relaxed. Beni wasn't too surprised, after all, this was the top class, so the sudents were probably as intellegent as her, maybe even more so. Looking down at her note book, another sigh escaped her lips as she placed her pencil down and closed her book. She'd open it again when she needed to, but the teacher had given them twenty minutes to complete the questions, and after five minutes, she was already done. She tried not to make it too obvious that she'd finished, after all, back in England she had been redeculed for such a thing, and she didn't want it to happen again.

Looking out the window, she couldn't help but smile at the clear blue sky that had seemed to grace her on her first day at Ouran. To see such a clear sky was rather uncommon for Beni, but not unusual. England was usually cloudy, either that or rainy. But it did have it's summer days, and they were spectacular sights. When England had a summer, you knew it. The skies would be crystal clear and the sun would beat down on you. It would be nice to have weather like that all the time. Beni enjoyed the sun, she prefered it to the rain. The only time she really enjoyed the rain was when there was a thunder storm. They were just so exciting. Occasionally though, when she sat in her room, listening to the rain would calm her down. Though rain was cold and wet, it was rather peaceful and it had a calming and soothing sound to it's rhythm.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw paper being passed from one of her classmates to the other. Turning her head, she looked at the two young gentleman, curious to know what was going on. Were they seeking help from one another, or were they trying to find a quieter method of communication? Dropping her hand, she observed them carefully. The blonde: Suoh Tamaki seemed rather excited, where as Ootari Kyoya didn't seemed impressed by what was going on. What relationship did the two have? Tamaki made it seem like the two were close, but from what she was reading from Kyoya's body language, the feelings weren't reciprocated. She could of course be wrong, after all, Kyoya returned the note, but it seemed he'd intended it to hit Tamaki on the head. Rubbing her forehead, she tensed her jaw and looked down at her desk. She shouldn't be judging these two, she knew nothing about them.

"Nanyoshi, please can you share your calculations and your answer for question five." Looking up with a rather surprised look on her face, Beni quickly opened her book and looked at her answer. She hadn't expected to be picked out like this, nor had she realised that the teacher had been addressing the class. She was about to read the answer out when she saw the teacher gesture for her to come up. It seemed that he wanted her to write it down on the board. Biting her lip, she memorised her calculations and quickly went to the top of the class. Looking at the previous sums she sighed with relief. Other students had obviously been up, the handwriting was different in certain places. Not daring to look at the class, she quickly wrote down the answer to the question and how she'd reached the conclusion. "Thank you Nanyoshi, you can take your seat now. Well done." Nodding, Beni quickly went back to her seat. She could feel her cheeks had gone red from embarrasment. This was not how she had pictured her first day here.

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[Suoh Tamaki]

Smiling excitedly when he heard the teacher call for the new student, Nanyoshi Beni, to come up and show her work for the equations they had all been given, Tamaki looked up from his own work--not because he really had any trouble with the fifth problem, but more because he was intrigued by this girl (as, quite frankly, he was with everyone--especially new girl and students and nannies and maids and butlers and just new things in general.) Secretly, he wondered if she would ever be coming to the Host Club. None too secretly, he hoped she did.

He noticed her diligently keeping from watching the class as she completed the question (surprisingly enough, it seemed that Tamaki had gotten it right, too) and turned, accepted the thanks from their sensei and returned to her seat. Most of the rest of the class returned to their work or else started to whisper quietly to their desk mates for the answers. Still curious, and slightly disregarding his work, the blond Suoh-heir-to-be turned in his seat, twisting in his chair to allow his eyes to follow after her motions, focusing on her head and wondering just what heritage she must have come from to get blond hair. Was she...French? Like him? Already, Tamaki felt closer to her and, smiling brightly, he continued to look at her.

It might have, from any other perspective, seemed a bit creepy, but when he had been younger, people had always encouraged him to investigate anything that made him question or curious, and this Beni girl was very interested. It was also the job of a Host to make girls relaxed and happy and even if they weren't in the Host Club, Tamaki still felt the need to do so--ease any tension she may feel from joining a new school (much like Kyouya inadvertently had for him when he had first come to Ouran High School).

And so, Tamaki continued to stare, hoping some paranoid sixth sense would make Beni look up and see him and...he didn't know...Smile? Wave? Be happy? Anything, really. Anything progressive, of course.

Lawls, tama-stalker

[Ootori Kyouya]

It was good to be sly, to be sly was a skill that anyone needed so that they could react and cope with situations that one came across in life. He sighed slightly and closed his eyes letting his mind wander a bit as he seemed to take notes without a second glance at what was on the board. School was too easy for him, and he seemed to multi-task in class half of the time, and he always knew where they were since he was the tip in the class, being in the top was pretty hard to do with the school being as selective as it was, but Kyouya was always determined not to let himself get beat out.

He cast Tamaki a side glance as he wondered what the idiot was going to do next. He sighed quietly and shook his head very slightly when Tamaki seemed to look a bit puzzled, then started scribbling down on the paper. The blond really knew how to get on Kyouya’s nerves, though he still let himself put up with it. It was his high tolerance of others that let him have the patience to deal with the most difficult situations. He sighed slightly again and closed his eyes. What on earth was Tamaki writing that took so long? That thought went through Kyouya’s mind over and over again.

When he received the paper, he took it and sat it on his desk as he noticed the teacher glancing now in their direction like they were busted, but he continued to take notes that were written on the board, and it soon got the teachers gaze away from him and Tamaki. He closed his eyes in relief as he rubbed his temples. The things he did to keep Tamaki happy and to keep the male from bursting out loud and squealing in joy. He unfolded the paper and stared casually at it, his expression lightening. Well, the blond of course didn’t surprise him. He gave him a paper full of questions, and of course Kyouya would answer them to the best of his abilities. He picked up his pen and now wrote in his neat script, I doubt she wanted to move, no one does, and she probably isn’t very happy about it, most likely she’s homesick already, a usual case that people who move get. He paused slightly and thought for a moment before responding to the final question. He let his pen sketch on the note again. I don’t know for sure if she’ll check out the Host Club, though if you really want to know, ask you herself.

He sighed slightly as he threw the note at Tamaki this time, and made sure it hit the male in the side of the face. He suppressed a small laugh as he went back to copying notes. Now things got interesting. The new girl was called up and had to answer a question, but it served her right, she had been watching him and Tamaki passing notes back and forth. He was observant, and certainly wouldn’t let something that small slip past him. He watched her nervously write her answer, then nervously go back to her desk, and his gaze simply remained soley on her as did Tamaki’s. It was interesting that the girl managed to pay attention enough to know what she was doing. Kyouya also watched Tamaki from the side wondering if the loud mouth would interrupt class and speak out loud and blurt out to her if she would come see the Host Club. That would probably land the male in detention, and it would be slightly amusing to him, though it also was a bit irritable, for if the detention took place when Tamaki was needed in the club, he would have to do something with the males customers who had requested him, and that would certainly be bad for business, especially if they got upset about not having Tamaki as their host, though he was pretty persuasive himself and could convince the girls to have another Host for a day, and in exchange he would promise them something, even if it was alone time with Tamaki. It was fun to torture him, for if he got detention, he usually missed club activities, and when that happened there were unhappy customers, so he had the right to do such things to waste Tamaki’s free time. He smiled slightly as he kept thinking about Tamaki bursting out, it would be any second now and he seemed to be counting to himself when that would happen. Though he wondered though if he would have to engage in conversation with them too.

[Nanyoshi Beni]

Returning to her work, Beni began to scribble in her notebook, bored out of her mind by the lesson. She wasn't trying to be rude, but she had finished her sums and had little else to do, and it seemed others weren't in her position, she could see various people scribbling down at their desks. Either she had missed out on something, or they weren't as quick as her. Sighing, Beni decided to look over her sums again, just to make sure that they were correct; which she was possitive that they were, but it would be something to pass the time. If need be, she could always get out a question booklet and do some random sums, but she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself, and she was sure such an act would.

Finishing checking her sums, Beni once again found herself with nothing to do. Looking round the class, she saw that most people were now chatting whilst doing their sums, and a few people seemed to be staring at Suoh and Ootori-kun. She found herself confused by this and she closely watched the other women around her. They seemed fascinated by them, and Beni could hardly think why. Sure, they were rather good looking, and had powerful families, but surely by now everyone would act more mature and civil? After all, they had known them for years.

Running a hand through her hair, she suddenly got the feeling someone was looking at her. Ignoring it, she began to write some music in the back of her book. As the daughter of a Nanyoshi Akira, a man who ran a buisness in the music industry, she had found herself drawn to music. She could already play a variety of instruments and was able to sing. And although she had little chance of taking over her father's company because of her gender and his old fashioned ways, she still felt compelled to proove herself, and she enjoyed creating music, so she saw no harm in writing some music to pass the time.

Still feeling as if she was being watched, Beni looked up to see Suoh Tamaki staring at her. A look of confusion spread across her face as he continued to stare at her. After a while, she became frustrated, and made it clear on her face what she was feeling. Why did he have to stare at her like that? What was his problem, she wasn't that strange, and she was sure new students weren't a rare thing. Maybe it was because she was foreign, but even that didn't excuse his behaviour. "Can I help you Suoh-kun?"

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[Suoh Tamaki]

"Can I help you Suoh-kun?"

Tamaki smiled widely, pleased that he had been noticed even if the methods he used were a bit unorthodox and possibly annoying. Before he spoke, he waved a bit, a half raised hand and a wiggle of fingers as he straightened, despite the twisted nature of his posture. If possible, his smiled widened and his face glowed with a mixture of charm and sparkles. Annoyance was evident and tension seemed to float between them thickly, but it was ignorable to him at least.

"I just wanted to welcome you to Ouran Academy, Nanyoshi-kun!" He declared sweetly, eyes closing as the corners of his mouth twitched upward. His cheeks flushed very lightly with happiness. "Are you liking it so far? Are you intrigued by the wonders and amazements that this school has to offer? I dearly hope that--" A piece of paper suddenly hit him in the face before neatly falling on his shoulder and into his hand. The note! "Ah, just a second, Nanyoshi-kun," he apologized politely before retreating back to his desk to read what Kyouya had responded with, clutching the edges of the note as if his life depended on the answer (which, knowing his own frivolous nature and uselessly thought out schemes, it probably did.)

His smiles lipped off his face while he read the first portion of the letter, and Tamaki sympathized, remembering the way he felt when he had first come to Japan. Albeit the fact that their situations seemed a bit different, it was the same general feeling. Maybe Beni-kun could--Oh! There's more! I don’t know for sure if she’ll check out the Host Club, though if you really want to know, ask you herself.

This made that large, sparkly grin return to his pale features as he twisted around in his chair again, so violently that the wooden desk was almost thrown to the tiled ground. His hands flew to the backing of the chair, remnants of the note still clutched within his fingers as he (loudly, in a voice that carried rather more than it should have) gushed brightly and excitedly with a grin that most people labeled as 'highly contagious', "Nanyoshi-kun! Have you perchance heard of our little Host Club, have you?!? Would you be interested in attending!?!"