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Honest to god all that Cain wants to do is find somewhere to study. But no, he can’t have nice things. The teacher had kicked him out of the classroom, the lunch room has a food fight going on, and the students in the library don’t know how to shut the hell up. Of course, none of them seemed to understand what Cain had shouted because he’d switched back into English. Well, a few had but they didn’t have to do anything because they’d already been quiet and actually studying. How they manage to do so in such a loud room is beyond Cain’s understanding, but he’s a bit impressed with the three.
The student eventually wanders upstairs, and almost all the rooms there have some sort of commotion going on in them. One room seems quiet, though. Cain glances up to see which room it is. Music Room Three? Maybe he can actually get something done here. Cain cracks the door open, and almost immediately rose petals assault him. “Welcome!” Seven voices chorus, and Cain raises a brow as he recognizes one of them.
“Oh, it’s a boy.” One of the voices says.
“Haruhi?” Cain asks, and his cousin steps forwards in surprise. She doesn’t look like a mess, her recently horrible hair is actually styled well and her glasses are missing. Probably replaced by contacts or something. Where did they get the money for that?
“Cain? What are you doing here?” Haruhi asks, and the rest of the people in the room watch the two with interest. Why the fuck are they all attractive as hell?
“Do you mean in the room or-” Cain’s cousin cuts him off with a small smile.
“Don’t be a smartass.” She says, rolling her eyes.
“Well, you know what happened to mom and dad. The car crash. Social services may or may not have caught on to how I wasn’t living with anybody over the age of eighteen after I broke my wrist. They sent me here to live with you and Uncle Ryoji.” Cain says in English, causing some of the people in the room to look at the two in confusion. Do they not know Haruhi can speak English?
“Ah. Idiot.” Haruhi smiles. “Is the guest room okay?”
“It’s bigger than the room I had before. Also, why didn’t tell me you were trans? What are your pronouns?” Cain asks, and Haruhi smiles and shakes her head.
“No no no, I’m still a girl. I broke a vase, and I have to be a Host to pay off the debt.” Haruhi says, causing Cain to look a bit confused.
“A vase?” He looks around. “Ah. A very expensive vase. Got it. What do you do here, exactly?” Cain raises a brow.
“Entertain girls. We flirt with them for about half an hour and then another one comes by.” Haruhi explains. Cain crosses his arms and nods, feeling the others in the room staring at him.
“You wanna… Uh, introduce me to them?” Cain switches back to English awkwardly, because holy shit these guys are hot and every single one of them is staring at him. There’s also that little kid that Cain saw going into a classroom earlier today. Is he a student? Why is he so small?
“Oh, sorry. This is Tamaki-Senpai,” The tall blonde one, “Kyoya-Senpai,” Another tall guy, but he has dark hair and glasses and a grin that’s making Cain nervous, “Hikaru and Kaoru,” Twins with ginger hair and devious smirks, “Honey-Senpai,” The little kid who is apparently older than Cain, “and Mori-Senpai.” The very tall one with the little one on his shoulders and an emotionless expression. “Guys, this is Cain. He’s my cousin from America.” Haruhi introduces.
“The other scholarship student.” Kyoya explains, still wearing the small grin that Cain absolutely doesn’t like. Haruhi sees it a millisecond before it disappears, and her eyes widen a bit as she starts shoving Cain out.
“Yep. That’s him. Sorry that there isn’t any quiet here, Cain. I guess I’ll see you at the house.” Haruhi says, and Cain walks forwards willingly because otherwise neither he nor his cousin will move.
“Yeah. Gotta go. Practice and stuff.” Cain says, walking towards the doors a bit faster. Of course, right before he makes it out the doors slam in his face. Cain scowls before looking down a bit, seeing a foot in front of his feet. The twins lean against the doors, smiling innocently up at Cain. “Funny. Move.”
“We can’t exactly let you leave yet.” Kyoya says, and Cain can hear the smirk in the second-year’s voice.
“What do you mean he can’t leave yet?” Haruhi asks, sounding just as annoyed as Cain. Cain turns around with a scowl, standing up straighter and crossing his arms.
“We have no way of knowing if he will tell anybody your true gender. And we have no way of checking up on him constantly.” Kyoya says, and he raises his hand when Haruhi opens her mouth. “We can’t count on you for that. You’re related to Cain closely, and therefore you’ll leave it out if he slips up even twice.” Cain scowls. Why the hell would he tell anybody Haruhi’s true gender?
“So, what, I’ll just never leave this room then?” Cain asks sarcastically, and there’s another smirk from Kyoya.
“That is an option, but not the first one. You could, of course, come over when the host club is active, but then again that would waste our money…” The blonde guy with purple eyes perks up immediately. So Kyoya doesn’t make the final decisions. He sure as hell can make it seem like there’s only one choice left, though. Tamaki, turns to Kyoya, and the grey eyed boy nods. Bad for Cain.
“He can be a host! Girls absolutely swoon over an accent, and very few people speak English here. Besides, we have no dark skinned Hosts yet, and diversity is always good because people have many preferences. What can you do well?” Tamaki turns to Cain, who takes a step back.
“Nothi-” Kyoya cuts him off.
“He can play guitar, he used to play American football, he is also good at photography, drawing, and singing.”
“How the hell...?” Cain glances at Haruhi. She shrugs.
“No clue, but it’s probably best not to ask.” She replies, and Cain nods, taking another step back because the twins are now behind Tamaki instead of against the doors.
“You know, this has been fun and all, but this isn’t really my thing. So I think I’ll just…” Cain turns and sprints full speed to the doors. He’s able to pull them open and get down one staircase before he’s tackled from behind. The American twists with a cuss, but his punch is caught in a strong grip. He’s twisted again so that he’s laying on his stomach, and his arm is ripped behind him and held against his back. Cain swears as he arches his back and rolls a bit, getting whoever is on his back to fall off and onto the next staircase. Cain jumps over Mori and starts sliding down a railing, but the back of his shirt is grabbed. He’s ripped off the railing, and Mori throws the shorter boy over his shoulder. Cain struggles faintly as Mori carries him back up the stairs.
“Stop.” God damn deep and intimidating voice. Of course, Cain stops and sighs in defeat. Mori carries him up the second flight of stairs. Cain furrows his brows when Mori doesn't put him down when they enter Music Room Three again.
“That was impressive, Cain.” Kyoya says, causing Cain to scowl deeply. Smug bastard. He tries to turn, but Mori has an arm wrapped around his waist. Somehow, he’s managed to pin his arms there too.
“I don’t even need to look to know you’re smirking, you bastard. Can I be put down now?” Cain asks. Mori does put him down, but there’s a hand on his shoulder and a fucking huge dude behind him when he is placed on the floor.
“Go get him contacts, burn these and get him a much better pair.” Kyoya snatches the glasses off of Cain’s face, and Cain tenses when he suddenly can barely see a foot in front of his face. “You two will be planning his outfits, bad boy style. Or hipster. Take your pick. Also, get him an appropriate school uniform so he isn’t kicked out. Mori and Honey, get him a haircut. Quickly, customers will be arriving in... “ Kyoya glances at his watch. “Roughly forty-three minutes.”
“Wait wait wait. How the hell am I supposed to afford all of this?” Cain asks, and Kyoya glances at him.
“By my estimations you’ll be making us enough money for us to pay for it all.” The second-year says, causing the blood to drain from Cain’s face.
“No don’t do that I can’t… I can’t pay that all-” Kyoya cuts Cain off.
“It’ll be fine if you start today. Go. Now.”