You had been dragged to the infamous Ouran Host Club by your friends, of which they insisted, "You should come with us, you'd love it!" Although, you're pretty sure that assumption was made on their own bias.

Nonetheless, here you are—watching from afar as your lovestruck classmates get whisked away by the charming essence of the hosts, who you notice each have their own designated "personality-type" that cater to every range of romanticism. Despite that, none of them really cater to your interest. Not the hosts you've been paying attention to, at least.

Seeing your friends being well-distracted at a table conversating with a host, you decide it'd be a good time to silently slide out of the room without anyone noticing... which you fail at doing, because to your incredible luck, you slip on your feet! You internally damn Ouran Academy's extremely polished floors.

Expecting the cold hard ground, you surprisingly feel careful hands catch you mid-air. You look up to see a tall, black-haired boy holding you in his arms. There's an awkward silence before he gently sets you down on your feet without a word.