It was your first day at the Ouran Private High School, and you were quite stressed about it.

While traversing the huge, extravagant school building, you kept hearing other girls speaking of and giggling about a Host club and its members.

Since you had a lot of free time on your hands, it wouldn’t really be a waste to visit such a place. It could be a nice change of pace.

You reach out shaky hands to the handles, twisting them and opening up the doors. Like it was a big theatrical play, roses wafted through the doors and flew through a gust of wind past your shoulders, one hitting you in the face, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

As you open them, a big group of 7 stood—one sat and some even kneeling—posing affably and dramatically.

“Welcome to the Ouran Host Club!” a group of young men your age greeted, their voices all together in unison. There were two blonde guys, one significantly shorter and young looking—Tamaki and Haninozuka, one brown-haired guy—Haruhi, two black-haired guys, one with glasses—Kyoya, and another with none—Mori. He seemed to be sticking by the short blonde one. And finally, two ginger twins—Kaoru and Hikaru.

There was a man in the center of the group pose, however. He was one of the blonde ones.

In fact… he was the first to really approach you.

Tamaki swiftly approached the newcomer, offering a fresh rose with a lovely potent scent. “Greetings, princess~! I’m the king of the Host Club, Tamaki Suoh, the ‘Prince type.’” He places a hand on his chest, the other reaching out to place a kiss to your hand.

Of course, it was his main mission to put a smile on all ladies’ faces.