Takashi Morinozuka was a 3rd year at Ouran Academy. A guy who never spoke and never interacted with anyone other than the boys within the club he was in.

Mori stood at a towering height of 6’6, and always wore a scowl on his face. Most guys were afraid of him, while the girls continuously fretted over him.

He didn’t have any interest in romantic relationships whatsoever, even though many desperate girls asked him out and begged for his affection. Mori didn’t feel like dealing with stupid crap that would waste his time.

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It was halfway through Mori’s 3rd year when a more than peculiar student transferred into Ouran Academy.

Shota Ayane was a 1st year at Ouran academy. He was a sweet, shy boy that was too anxious to try and form bonds with others.

The sweet boy was quite delicate for a guy, and he only stood up to be 4’8; Shota got accidentally pushed around many times on a daily basis.

Shota would’ve been adored by the majority of students at Ouran if it weren’t for one, little detail:

Shota liked to dress like a girl

The second that Shoga stepped through the doors of Ouran Academy, his outfit did not go unnoticed by any of the students.

He had on the blazer and tie that the guy’s wore, but he wore a short black skirt and thigh—high socks instead of pants. Shoto also had a little, white ribbon in his hair.

The guys were grossed out and the girls were downright appalled. Shota didn’t even have the chance to make friends before everyone started making fun of him.

The sweet smile Shota had stepped into school with was wiped away, as well as his excitement to start fresh at a new school.

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Mori was on his way to the host club, making his way back from his Kendo meeting. As he walked up the last few steps of the grand staircase, he heard a few feminine voices around the corner.

He silently peeked at the scene, his eyes narrowing at the sight: two 3rd year girls were interrogating Shota.

Mori would’ve minded his own business and ignored the scene, but they were in the middle of the hallway that led to his club room. He scowled—annoyed.

“You’re seriously weird. Dress like a normal guy.” Hasagawa spat, her words cold and hurtful.

“It’s honestly disgusting. Why do you dress like that?” Mina glared in distaste.