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Hikaru: I think I'll treat myself today
Haruhi: You treat yourself every day. It's not that special
Karou, waving his credit card at her: Sounds like someone doesn't want a treat as well
Haruhi:
Haruhi: Wait-
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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄 | ohshc; twenty-one.
* • ° like a damsel at midnight
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pairing : ohshc x gn reader summary : perhaps no one at ouran is more qualified to deal with a broken heart than the host club. with a student’s heartbreak painfully obvious to everyone but themself, the host club takes it upon themselves to remedy that. all against that student’s better judgement. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.5k+
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“Keiji, I have a great idea.”
He smiled at you lazily. “You always have great ideas.”
“Don’t patronize me. I’m serious this time. It’ll actually help you.”
He picked up your hands and started tracing circles into your palm. “Alright. I’m listening.”
“You remember the annual art gala my parents host every year, right? They love having someone younger deliver a speech at the end of the dinner to get everyone’s energy up before the judging. You should write something for it. I bet my parents would love to have you. It’d be a great chance to get some exposure.”
He was quiet for a long moment. Long enough for you to start doubting yourself. Maybe you had come on too strong.
But you wanted to encourage him. You loved the way his eyes lit up, the smile that creased his cheeks when you applauded and told him how great he was. He knew how to command attention and move a room with his words. It seemed like a shame that you were his only audience.
“Do you really think I could do that?” he asked finally.
“It wouldn’t be too much of a big deal,” you said. “An event, but a pretty small one, considering. We could put it together once vacation is over. It doesn’t have to be anything grand.” It was the first time you were making plans beyond the vacation. Acknowledging that there could be an after to this vacation. That things could still go on once you left Malta.
“But half the fun is in making it grand,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“Then you can make it as grand as you want,” you said, kissing him.
He kissed you back, and you took that to mean that he had agreed.
You refused to look in Keiji’s direction again. All the same, his presence burned a hole in your periphery. You were keenly aware of him. You could almost hear him speaking, even though he was sitting a few tables away. Everything seemed sharper now that Keiji was here and not in the blurry fog of your Malta memories.
He was here. In Japan. At your parents’ gala. You had invited him yes, but that had been before. Why would he show up now? That meant he’d been planning all this time. He’d talked to your parents and they hadn’t said a word to you. Wouldn’t it also mean—
You stomped on Tamaki’s foot, and he hissed in pain. 
“What is this?”
“What are you talking about?” he said, bringing up his foot. “What is what?”
“This was your idea, wasn’t it? Getting Keiji to come here to give the speech? You and Kyoya probably cooked it up to help me with my heartbreak treatment or something stupid like that.”
Tamaki looked hurt, and not just because of his foot. “Y/N, we didn’t have anything to do with this. We were just as surprised to see Keiji here as you were.”
“We didn’t even have any way of approaching Keiji,” Kyoya said. “It’s likely your parents had this planned in advance.”
“Yeah, behind my back,” you muttered darkly, stabbing your fork into your food.
“That’s cold,” Hikaru said. “Imagine inviting your kid’s ex as the speaker at your art gala.”
“They probably didn’t do it to hurt you,” Honey said. “Keiji just must be a really great speaker!”
You scowled because Honey was right. Keiji was a great speaker. If you had still been together, he probably would have spent the past few weeks going over his speech with you. You would’ve had it memorized nearly as well as he did, murmuring it under your breath when he was up at the podium.
“Are you going to be okay?” Haruhi asked gently.
You let out a long breath. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. Keiji’s speech has nothing to do with me. I’m not going to make it a bigger deal than it is.”
If Keiji had been here the entire time, why hadn’t he said hello to you yet? It was one thing for you to want to avoid him, but Keiji was unfailingly amiable. No matter how bad the two of you had left things, he would’ve at least acknowledged that you were here tonight. Especially because it was your parents who had let him speak tonight.
Maybe he’s nervous, you thought, glancing in his general direction, although you had never known him to be. 
If you were really the changed person you were claiming to be, you would go over to him right now and say something. Treat things as normal. 
“Hey, where’s Renge?” Kaoru asked, drawing your attention back to the table. It was only then that you realized there was an empty chair between Honey and Haruhi.
You jolted guiltily. You had been so caught trying to find out who the speaker was you had completely forgotten to rally her for dinner.
You pushed your chair back. “That’s my bad. She’s probably still be the—”
“Y/N,” Renge said suddenly, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder. You squawked in surprise. 
Her voice came out somewhere between a sob and a wheeze. “You need to get out of here.”
“Where have you been?” you said. “We’re almost on our second course.”
“You have to get out of here,” Renge said, her chest heaving. “Come on, we’ll smuggle you out. It’s not too late.”
“What are you talking about?”
Renge pulled on your arm, surprising you with her strength. “Come on. Up you go. I’m trying to help you, idiot.” She threw an exasperated look at the rest of the table. “What are you all just sitting there for? Come on, help me get Y/N out of here!”
“And why do we have to do that?” Haruhi said.
Renge’s eyes bugged out of her skull. “Is that seriously a question?” she sputtered.
“Renge, calm down,” Kyoya said, taking a sip from his glass.
“What’s going on?” you asked her. 
Renge pressed her lips together. She yanked you towards her and hissed in your ear, “Nishio Keiji is going to be the speaker tonight. You have to leave. Now.” 
You drew back. “I already know Keiji is the speaker,” you said flatly.
“You do?” Renge looked at you like had sprouted horns. She turned to the rest of the table. “Y/N already knows?”
“Renge, you’re even slower than usual tonight,” Hikaru said.
She let out an indignant splutter, then threw herself into the empty seat at the table. “You should have told me! I was running around like a madwoman trying to find Y/N and save them from imminent doom! Look at my hair! I am embarrassingly out of breath for nothing!”
“Your concern for Y/N is very touching,” Tamaki said. “We appreciate all of the hard work you do, Lady Manager.”
The dinner passed by sooner than you wanted it to. You told yourself to stay in the moment and enjoy yourself, but you kept getting distracted by Keiji. Or rather, your ideas of Keiji. You wanted to get a closer look at him. You wanted to punch his face in. You wanted to hear his speech. You wanted to shout all of the questions he left you with.
“You should make him jealous,” Renge said offhandedly as dessert was cleared away. It was a good thing you hadn’t been eating anything or you would have choked.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“It’s the perfect way to get back at Keiji,” Renge said, nodding. “He’ll be devastated when he sees how well you’ve moved on without him. You’ll crush his heart in your fist with how little you care.”
You drank your water. “I’m not doing that.”
“No, Renge’s got a point,” Hikaru said. “Why shouldn’t you make Keji jealous? He’d deserve it. I think you should pick one of us to start making out with the minute he looks this way.”
You snorted. “That is not happening.”
“Why? You don’t want to kiss us?”
“No comment.”
“So you would!” Hikaru said triumphantly. “Which one of us would it be then? If you had to pick?”
“No comment.”
“Yeah, who would it be?” Honey asked, all innocent curiosity.
You slumped in your seat. “Can I please get a pass on this?”
As fate would have it, you did get a pass. The hall quieted as the lights dimmed and attention turned to the stage at the front and the person who crossed its length to stand at the podium. He smiled, bright and confident and magnetic. His hair was perfect.
Your heart tripped in your chest when Keiji began to speak.
“Good evening everyone. Thank you for coming today. I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening so far.”
He still sounded the same. It was like he’d never left.
You didn’t hear a word he said. You could only focus on the way his hands mirrored his sentences, the easy eye contact he maintained with the crowd, the rise and fall of his voice. You were the only two people in the room. 
“I’d like to thank the L/N’s for giving me the opportunity to speak today. I greatly admire their love and dedication to art of every kind. I think it’s amazing that we’ve all managed to gather here today on account of that.”
You felt the exact moment that it happened. Keiji’s eyes swept over the crowd, and for a beat, your gazes met. Maybe you imagined it, but there was the slightest hesitation, a flash of recognition no one would have noticed. He’d seen you. You were sure of it.
There was applause. Keiji had finished his speech. You felt lightheaded, your heart beating too fast. You saw Keiji descend the stage, and then, impossibly, make his way toward you. 
You pushed back from the table. “I need to go,” you blurted.
Mori made as though to grab your arm but stopped himself. “Do you want one of us to go with you?”
“No. No, it’s fine.” Keiji was only a few tables away now. His arm was lifted. Was he going to wave? You wouldn’t be able to handle a conversation with him. Not here. You had lied about being mature.
And so, like a damsel at midnight, you fled from the dining hall.
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The hosts watched Y/N leave. They wanted to follow, of course, but the more pressing matter seemed to be that Nishio Keiji was still making his way to their table. He must have seen Y/N leaving too, because his face fell once he drew closer. He was ready to trail after Y/N but not before Hikaru slapped him on the back and Kaoru threw a blinding smile at him.
“That was a great speech back there,” Kaoru said. He and his brother angled themselves so that Keiji wouldn’t be able to leave without weaving awkwardly around them.
“Uh, thanks. I appreciate it.” Keiji smiled, but he was obviously put off by the praise from strangers.
“Hitachiin Hikaru,” Hikaru said, gesturing to himself. “And my brother, Kaoru. You probably recognize our surname from our mother, Hitachiin Yuzuha.”
Keiji blinked. “Yes, of course. My mother adores her fashion line.” He glanced in the direction of the dining hall doors. “Are you friends of Y/N’s? Do you know where they went just now?”
“We have no idea,” the twins said together. 
“Would you mind staying to talk with us for a bit?” Renge asked sweetly. “We were just saying how we’d love to learn more about you. You’re such a talented speaker!”
It was obvious that was the last thing Keiji wanted, but he allowed himself to be sat down in a chair.
“Ootori Kyoya,” Kyoya introduced himself, reaching across the table for Keiji’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Ootori? As in the Ootori Health Group?”
Kyoya smiled demurely, neither confirming nor denying Keiji’s question. 
Tamaki was the next to reach for Keiji’s hand. “Suoh Tamaki. If you ever need an in with the Chairman of Ouran Academy, I’m your man.”
Haruhi watched shrewdly as everyone introduced themselves to Keiji, taking care to use their full names and making no secret of their wealthy, influential families. It had to be an intimidation tactic, she realized. For all of Keiji’s charisma, his family was still middle-class.
When it was Haruhi’s turn, Kyoya swept in for her and dropped a hint that her father was a critically acclaimed actor who liked to keep a low profile. Keiji didn’t bat an eye at this. Everyone else had already star-struck him.
For the next little while, under a veil of flattery and admiration, the Host Club grilled Keiji on everything from his childhood to his favourite movie genre. They meant to give Y/N space, of course, but a part of them wanted to know why Y/N had fallen for this boy. They wanted to find a crack in Keiji’s facade, some fatal flaw to drag in front of Y/N and make forgetting Keiji all that much easier.
But Keiji seemed to have no fatal flaw. He was as funny and charming and honest as Y/N had said. If he had gone to Ouran, Tamaki wouldn’t have thought twice about recruiting him as a host. He was a great guy, which only made it more perplexing why he could have broken up with Y/N in the first place.
Finally, he excused himself when no one could think of anything else to keep him. He immediately darted for the dining hall doors—probably to find Y/N.
“Is it bad that I really want to hear whatever conversation Keiji and Y/N are about to have?” Renge said.
“They deserve a bit of privacy,” Haruhi said, although she was itching to eavesdrop too. This felt like the climax of something, a final reveal to tie everything together.
“Permission to spy, Boss?” Hikaru said.
Tamaki frowned down at his hands. “We really shouldn’t…”
“If Y/N and Keiji are speaking in a public location, it is not our fault if something is accidentally overheard,” Kyoya said. 
“We have to know what happens,” Renge said. “It’s Keiji’s fault Y/N even came to us in the first place! We have an obligation to see this through to the end.”
Tamaki still looked conflicted.
“I think we should at least check on Y/N,” Honey said. “Just to make sure Keiji doesn’t make things worse.”
“We’re definitely going to make things worse if all of us start snooping on Y/N,” Haruhi pointed out.
Tamaki drew in a rallying breath. “Someone should check on Y/N. Just in case.”
Hikaru was already halfway out of his chair, pulling Kaoru up by the arm. “So glad you agree, Boss. Come on, Kaoru—”
“Mori? If you don’t mind?”
Hikaru’s mouth fell open as Mori nodded once and slipped out of his seat.
“Mori? But gathering intel is supposed to be our job, Boss!”
“Taka-chan is good at observing,” Honey said plainly. “He won’t draw attention to himself and he won’t get involved unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Honey is right,” Tamaki said, leaning back in his seat. He pushed a hand through his hair. “We tend to get over excited. If anything happens to Y/N, I trust Mori to support them.”
“As long as he tells us everything that happens,” Renge said.
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