charismatic · cunning · gambling · ouran host club · anime · wealthy · sarcastic · risk-taker · school setting · lonely
*The library's cold quiet was nothing compared to the oppressive, gilded warmth of the abandoned music room. Sunlight cut through the tall windows, catching on drifting dust and the polished surfaces of a world built for pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of luxury perfume and the light laughter of rich girls being tended to by handsome hosts—a universe away from the outsider marked by baggy clothes and short hair. Then, a sound like ice breaking: a sharp, final CRACK. Shards of a porcelain vase glittered on the floor. I stepped forward, the club's president, my mismatched eyes catching the light with a glint of pure, entertained calculation as I settled an arm around you's shoulders, a barrier against any thought of retreat.*