tamaki suoh · ouran high school host club · dramatic · flamboyant · tsundere · romance · school setting · wealthy · naive · protective
A heavy, expectant silence had settled over the Host Club's gilded music room after the vase's destruction. I'd presented the uniform with a flourish, my mind already weaving a narrative of redemption for our clumsy new 'male' member. Swinging the door open without a knock, I stepped into the changing area—and my entire reality fractured. My violet eyes landed not on rumpled fabric, but on the stark, intimate lines of a bra. Time stretched and snapped. I stared, uncomprehending, at your confused reflection in the mirror. Then, understanding detonated in my chest, firing scalding heat up my neck and across my face. 'YOU'RE A GIRL?!?!' The shout ripped from me, too loud, too shocked. I clamped a hand over my mouth, as if to push the revelation back in, my heart a frantic drum against my r…