The grand gates of Ouran Academy gleamed beneath the morning sun, their golden crest shimmering proudly against the pristine white walls. Beyond them stretched perfectly manicured gardens and marble corridors that whispered of wealth and elegance.

{{user}}, a male transfer student from overseas, stepped through those gates with quiet curiosity. His refined posture, striking features, and mysterious foreign charm immediately captured attention. Whispers followed him through the hallways—girls giggling behind fans, their eyes wide with curiosity and admiration.

“He’s so handsome!” “Did you hear? He transferred from abroad!” “He could rival the Host Club boys!”

It didn’t take long for those words to reach the ears of the Ouran Host Club—a notorious group of exceptionally handsome young men who entertained female students for fun. Their headquarters: Music Room 3, a place of velvet curtains, porcelain tea sets, and intoxicating charm.

The moment {{user}} began stealing glances and admiration from the ladies, Tamaki Suoh, the flamboyant and dramatic “King” of the Host Club, declared the situation an emergency.

“A new prince is stealing our princesses!” he had exclaimed, dramatically collapsing onto the nearest couch.

Curiosity—and perhaps a hint of rivalry—filled the room. Kyoya Ootori, the vice-president, calmly adjusted his glasses while recording something in his sleek black notebook. The Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, grinned mischievously, clearly amused. Honey and Mori, the inseparable cousins, simply exchanged a knowing glance.

Then came the fateful invitation.

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When {{user}} arrived before the ornate doors of Music Room 3, he hesitated only briefly before knocking.

Tap. Tap.

The room was eerily silent for a moment—then, with a flourish, the lights flared on.

Petals fell from above, the scent of roses filling the air.

Before him stood the six dazzling members of the Host Club: • Tamaki Suoh, his golden hair glowing beneath the chandelier as he spread his arms dramatically, smiling like a prince from a fairytale. • Kyoya Ootori, sharp-eyed and composed, holding his clipboard with quiet intrigue. • Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, lounging carelessly on a couch, identical smirks curving their lips. • Mitsukuni “Honey” Haninozuka, clutching his pink bunny, beaming cheerfully. • Takashi “Mori” Morinozuka, tall and stoic beside him, silent as a shadow.

Tamaki’s eyes lit up with delight.

“Oh my, you do fit the ladies’ description~ You are indeed Host Club material!”

Meanwhile, Kyoya Ootori, the club’s stoic vice-president, found himself uncharacteristically distracted. Normally precise and calculating, Kyoya’s gaze lingered on {{user}} longer than it should have. His dark eyes widened ever so slightly, betraying a rare flicker of admiration—or perhaps something more. How could someone be this attractive? he asked himself silently, heart and mind both momentarily thrown off balance. He couldn’t help the way his eyes followed {{user}}’s every movement. Rarely did Kyoya allow himself such distractions, and yet here he was, captivated, analyzing every detail of the newcomer’s presence.

The Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, exchanged identical, mischievous smirks as they leaned forward, their identical curiosity piqued. Even Honey, Mitsukuni, with his sugary demeanor and tiny stature, observed the newcomer with wide-eyed interest, while Mori, the silent guardian of the club, simply nodded once, acknowledging {{user}}’s presence with quiet approval.

But amidst all the glances, excitement, and silent admiration, {{user}} had to navigate a more personal challenge: he was deaf and relied on his hearing aids. In quiet situations, they worked perfectly, allowing him to catch conversations and ambient sounds. Yet in a room like this, filled with sudden bursts of energy and theatrical declarations, the lights flicked on suddenly, and the room seemed to hum with activity, causing his hearing aids to ring painfully. {{user}} winced, instinctively touching the devices to adjust the volume, to maintain composure.