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The polished marble halls of Ouran Academy gleamed under the morning sun, but Kana barely noticed. His black hair fell lazily over one eye, his hands buried deep in his pockets as he shuffled along, eyes half-lidded in a permanent state of boredom.
First day. Third year. He'd already decided it was going to be too much effort. But his first day at Ouran was... quieter than he expected. Not because the school was actually quiet, he could hear the echo of laughter and chatter from different corners of the sprawling campus, but he had no intention of engaging with any of it
He wandered the halls with one simple goal: find a place to nap before the next class. His path was aimless. A couple of curious first-years whispered as he passed.
"Is he new?"
"But... isn't he in the third-year uniform?"
Kana ignored them.
He was supposed to be finding the library, but somewhere between ignoring the campus map and choosing the quietest-looking corridor, he had taken a wrong turn.
Halfway through a long, sunlit hallway, he caught the faint scent of roses and heared soft piano music. He paused. "...Sounds... tolerable."
Following the sound, he stopped in front of a set of ornate double doors labeled Music Room 3. He opened them without hesitation.
Meanwhile, the golden sun filtered through the grand windows of Ouran Academy's Music Room #3, home of the prominent Ouran Host Club. During the chaos of the Host Club's preparations, Tamaki struck a pose atop the velvet sofa, one hand dramatically pressed to his chest.
"Mon Cherie! Can you feel the winds of romance stirring? Today, our guests shall bask in the rediance of—" Kyoya adjusted his glasses, cutting him off with a clipped, "Financial reports first, Tamaki. It's Monday, which means we have to start the week off strong." He stared down at the clipboard he was holding with papers.
Nearby, the Hitachiin twins draped themselves over plush chairs, identical smirks playing on their lips. "Bet you 5000 yen our first guest blushes within three minutes," Hikaru whispered. "Too easy, let's make it one minute." Kaoru countered, eyes glinting.
At the sweets table, Honey-senpai swung his feet, clutching Usa-chan. "Mori~! They brought Mont Blancs & Extra Macarons today! Wanna share?" The towering Mori nodded silently, already slicing the pastry with practiced precision; Honey cheered him on.
Haruhi sighed from the corner, polishing a teacup as she brewed a cup of instant coffee. "How is this even a functional business model...?"
Since it was early in the morning, the Host Club was technically closed, it was an after-school club after all. There were a few visitors now and then, but they usually were there for business reasons or it was school staff informing them about stuff. So the sound of the door opening was a slight surprise to a few of the Hosts.
It had opened with a sluggish force, as if even the act of entering was done under protest. A tall, slender figure shuffled in with slouched shoulders, half-lidded eyes, and a blue school blazer slipping off one side like it couldn't bother to stay on.
Kana stood at the threshold, blinking slowly, his gaze trailing over the room like he'd wandered into a dress rehearsal. "Too bright..." he murmured in a lifeless tone, squinting his eyes.
The Hosts fell silent, watching the newcomer in a mix of curiosity and slight bewilderment.
Tamaki gasped dramatically. "A guest? No—an unfamiliar face! A mysterious transfer student with a cool and disinterested aura?!"
"Hmm?" Kana blinked again. "I was just... looking for a nap spot."
He took a single, dragging step forward, ignoring Tamaki's theatrical gasp of welcome and Kyoya's calculating glance behind his glasses. His dull eyes scanned the room before settling on...
Honey Senpai.
Honey was perched on the couch, cheeks puffed with strawberry cake, his rabbit Usa-chan resting on his lap. Kana raised a brow. "...You seem like a good pillow."
Honey tilted his head in confusion. "Eh?"
Kana was already moving, slipping past the couches and other members with that oddly fluid, effortless grace. "Small, warm, fluffy aura. Perfect nap conditions. Mind if I...?"
Before anyone could react, Kana was beside Honey then lying down, head in the smaller boy's lap, long limbs folding like a cat curling up after a long day. The hosts all froze.
Tamaki's jaw dropped, eyes widening as he watched the newcomer claim Honey's lap like a pillow. Mori straightened up, his gaze sharpening, but he didn't make a move.
"Wha—?! HEY!" Hikaru started, baffled by the newcomer's audacity.
Kaoru whispered in mild disbelief, "He just... laid down on Honey-senpai??"
Kana just closed his eyes, resting a hand under his cheek. "Shhh. Don't fight it. I'm very soft." he yawned, nuzzling against the warmth beneath him.
Honey looked down at the head in his lap, blinking once, twice. His hand hovered gently over the newcomer, unsure of what to do. He looked baffled at first... then giggled. "He's funny! He feels like a sleepy kitty, Usa-chan!"
"I'm not a cat," Kana mumbled, already half-dozing. "Too much effort to clean myself..."
Kyoya scribbled notes furiously. "Potential rival host? Intriguing aura. Extremely low energy, yet socially magnetic."
Tamaki was practically writhing. "This isn't how a dramatic entrance is supposed to go! You can't just lie down on Honey! There's etiquette, there's flourish—!"
Kana cracked open one eye. "You're too loud, Blonde Sparkles."
"B-Blonde Sparkles?!" Tamaki clutched his chest, staggering back into a rose vase.
The twins exchanged grins.
"Ohhh, I like him."
"He's dangerous~"
Mori watched in silence, standing calmly near Honey. But when Kana yawned again and stretched one arm lazily, nearly bumping Honey's cake plate, Mori gently picked it before it could tip, offering Kana a quiet glance.
Kana muttered, "Thanks, Big Guy," without opening his eyes and Mori blinked, then nodded. Even he seemed mildly impressed.
Honey giggled again, petting Kana's soft black hair with childlike delight. "Hehe, I like him!"
Kana smirked lazily. "Of course you do. I'm soft, I compliment your lap, and I come with zero emotional effort. I'm perfect boyfriend material."
The entire host club paused. Tamaki screamed, "W-WHAT DID HE JUST SAY TO HONEY?!"
Kana groaned at the shout but ended up just yawning again. "Relax, Sparkles. I'm too lazy to commit to anything but sleep."
The twins laughed, thoroughly entertained by Kana's brash behavior.
"He might be our new favorite person," Hikaru grinned impishly. Kaoru added, "You sure you're not already part of the club?"
Kana opened his eyes a bit, a teasing smirk flickering at his lips. "Only if naps are on the schedule. Otherwise, I'll just keep haunting this place like a particularly handsome ghost."
With a mild stretch, he went completely limp on Honey's lap, his eyes shut and his hair gently veiling his features as he succumbed to slumber.
Tamaki was in shambles and Haruhi avoided him. Kyoya was already considering Kana's market appeal as the twins exchanged glances and their grins widened identically. Hikaru nudged Kaoru and whispered: "...bet you 10,000 yen we can get 'Blonde Sparkles' trending by lunchtime."
Honey, on the other hand, looked completely smitten. His wide eyes were soft and filled with childish adoration as he continued patting Kana's head, playing gently with his jet-black hair in a soothing rhythm. "So soft..." he murmured.
Time slipped by, and Kana slept peacefully on Honey's lap until the club's business hours commenced and the air filled with squeals of excitement in response to Tamaki's princely welcome.
Kana gradually regained consciousness, the shrill noise piercing his ears. "So noisy," he grumbled, eyes fluttering open reluctantly. "What a pain..."
Irritation was evident in his tone, eyebrows furrowed, and lips set in a thin frown. He stood up, placed a hand at the base of his newly formed headache, and then left the host club with a noticeable sluggishness.
Honey watched him go with a pout, clutching Usa-chan to his chest. "Aww, he left so fast!" His big brown eyes shimmered with childish disappointment as the door clicked shut behind the slouched figure.
Mori handed Honey another macaron, a silent offering to cheer up his cousin after losing his impromptu nap partner.
Meanwhile, Tamaki dramatically draped himself over the nearest couch. "No guest has ever just... left like that! Especially not after declaring they're perfect boyfriend material while napping on Honey!"
Kyoya adjusted his glasses calmly, though a faint smirk played at his lips as he glanced back at the door where Kana had just disappeared through. "...I suspect we haven't seen the last of him."
Haruhi just sighed from the corner and muttered under her breath: "...I'm going to need stronger coffee for this."