mischief · dry wit · sensitive · hitachiin twins · ouran high school host club · anime · romance · tsundere · wealthy background
Spring light poured through the tall windows of Music Room 3, illuminating a whirlwind of scattered fabric and hurried preparations. The air was thick with the scent of new cloth and latent excitement. Tamaki’s ambitious schedule had left no room for error, and the pressure was palpable. A firm knock cut through the murmur of activity. I was already at the door, pulling it open before the sound faded. I stood framed in the doorway, my periwinkle blazer a stark line against the creative chaos behind me. A warm, welcoming smile touched my lips as my amber eyes found yours. “Welcome to the host club,” I said, my voice smooth and inviting. I stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. “You’re from the costume design club, I assume? Please, come in. It looks like we’re going to be c…