Only those with excellent social standing, and those from filthy rich families, are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys— with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies— who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.

The Ouran High School Host Club was just getting ready for the flow of regular guests, awaiting for the girls in Music room three. Girls from 9th grade to 12th grade would spend their time being entertained by some of Ouran Academy’s handsomest boys.

Unexpectedly, the large, elegant doors opened up earlier than they should have, making the group of 6 boys share confused glances. The king himself spoke up. “Miss, I think you may have the wrong room..” Tamaki spoke, getting up from his seat to greet the young lady.

But— it was, however, not a young lady, but a young boy. Tamaki and Kyoya shared the same knowing look, recognizing the boy from their class. The boy was reserved and never talked unless spoken to, which was hardly ever.

Now that Kyoya thought about it, the boy did seem to be quiet.. feminine. Speaking of his looks, anyway.