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Bloomic Ouran Au (1/??)

The idea for this came to me in the wee hours of the night when I couldn’t sleep. Kiss kiss fall in debt my friends, let’s go <33

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A tall, pink two story building, connected to several others just like it. Windows decorated with ornate, delicate carvings, highlighted with a silver trim. Flickers of gold accents on the columns glistened, emitting a glow as the sun rested in the azure sky. And at the very center of the front door? You, looking up at your home for the next school year.

Bloomic Academy.

Word has it that only the city’s wealthiest and most luxurious high-class families get to enroll their children here. And yet here you are. The school gates acting as a giant lock; your scholarship the key.

Going to a school surrounded with upper class folk didn’t have the most appealing sound to it. In fact it was quite the contrary. And you could hardly imagine the rumors spreading around the students right now:

Have you heard? A commoner got accepted into Bloomic.

What? There’s a commoner here?!

Yeah. Apparently they’re wicked smart and earned a scholarship to come here.

Ha. Like they could afford the tuition anyway.

You’ve managed to avoid their whispering for the most part. The spring semester had started only a few days ago, and you were just about done filling out paperwork from your transfer. Only a few sections left. Opening the main door, you were met with a grand staircase that led to the first of four libraries. Yes. Four.

And each one was packed with students and other faculty members chattering among themselves. Not a single quiet corner in sight. Apparently at Bloomic, libraries were more like public hangouts. Which begged the question:

Do rich kids really only come to school to have a good time?

Defeated, you trudged along a hallway, brightly lit by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The campus was quite pretty at least. Several fountains led to the brilliant rose garden in the center courtyard. If all else failed here you could at least indulge yourself amongst the roses, letting the fresh air cleanse your spirits. At the end of the hall you could see two large doors, with a sign hanging above them:

Music Room 3

Surely no one would occupy this room all the way down here, right? Your fingers grasped around the door handle and you inhaled slowly, pushing it open. The smell of roses and tea immediately took you by surprise and you staggered back. Five boys, dressed in striking blue suits, smiled as you entered their space.

“Welcome.”

If there was ever a moment in time you wanted to just vanish in a puff of smoke and teleport, this would be it. Maybe the library wasn’t so bad, certainly it was better than being here. Flustered, you managed to spit out a decently coherent sentence.

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t think there’d be anyone here!” You turned back to face the door, frantically attempting to pry it back open and make your escape.

“That’s quite alright cutie, please, do come in.”

You froze. Did he just? Cutie?

“Hmm Xyx, I think you mentioned they were in your first period class, correct?” The one with pastel pink hair tied in a low braid turned towards another with a snake bite piercing. He looked in your direction and shrugged.

“Yeah, but they’re shy. They’re not very social so I don’t know much about them. But I’d like to.” Leaning forward he shot you a wink.

You used your hands to cover your cheeks which were rapidly beginning to heat up. What was this place?

“Xyx, please. They just arrived here, let’s not scare them off.” This time the one in the back of the group spoke; he had an undercut and stern expression on his face. Out of the five of them, he seemed to be the most grounded.

“Oi, Onion relax. I’m just poking a little fun, they seem to enjoy it, don’t you love?” Xyx chucked, clearly amused by your reactions.

The first one who spoke to Xyx piped up again. “Well, anyways, welcome to the Bloomic host club, our esteemed honor student. I’m Toaster. You’ve already met Xyx, and this is Onion.

Toaster gestured to each boy respectively, before continuing. “Back there is Quest, and this-”

“Wait a minute! You must be MC! You’re the exceptional honor student we heard about!” The one who called you ‘cutie’ interrupted Toaster, quickly approaching you and cocking his head in curiosity.

You blinked. “How do you know my name?”

“Why you’re infamous, it’s not everyday that a commoner gets accepted into our academy. You must be truly intelligent.” Toaster mused, picking up a clipboard from the table and adjusting their spectacles.

The blonde in front of you slung an arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards the others. “You’re a hero to other commoners, you know that? You’ve shown the world that even someone of your class can excel here at our private academy!” He then leaned in close and locked his eyes with your own. “I’m Nightowl by the way, pleasure to meet you.” Taking your hand in his, he brought the back of your palm to his lips, kissing it gently.

Oh god here comes the blush again.

You smiled, distancing yourself from Nightowl’s ever-so-charming aura. You could feel yourself gradually being pulled in by it, swayed by the floaty feeling it left in your abdomen. You were trapped now. Kiss that escape route goodbye. Face to face with five of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen; what’s a student like yourself to do?

“Ignore him, we’re very happy you dropped by. I myself have been interested in meeting you, the commoner who managed to enroll themselves at Bloomic. I’m quite impressed actually.” Quest’s soothing voice broke the silence as he nodded at you. Even though Quest’s large form made him seem pretty intimidating, his personality claimed otherwise. A gentle giant of a man. You made a note to get to know him better later; he seemed like someone who was very easy to talk to.

But regardless, so much for trying to blend in with the crowd, everyone here knew about your acceptance. Nightowl cleared his throat, tossing an annoyed glare at Quest for a moment.

“But now that they’re here, they no longer have to feel alone. We welcome you, dear honor student, to our world of beauty!” Flashing a grin, he posed elegantly, running a hand through his hair. “Now this does raise a question, cutie.” His eyes glossed over your face, taking in every detail. “Do tell, what sort of guys are you into? I’m practically bursting with intrigue.”

You coughed, thrown completely off guard by his sudden personal question. “Um, what?”

He slowly began to make his way towards you once again. “Do you prefer the shy type, the strong, quiet type, how about the mischievous charming type?”

Panic began to swell in your stomach, rising up through your chest and to your throat. “Uh well, I-I haven't really given it much thought, but that’s besides the point, all I was looking for is-”

“Or perhaps…” He snaked an arm around your waist, using his other hand to hold your chin. Pulling your gaze to meet his own, you were entirely rendered speechless. “Maybe you’re into someone like me, hm?”

You broke free from his trance, stumbling backwards just a bit too quickly, and before you knew it you bumped into a wooden podium. Whipping around, you could just barely make out the tip of a large vase as it tumbled to the floor. Time seemed to slow, like it was being stretched out by the hands of the universe itself. Your fingertips just missed the vase’s rim, and it soon sat before you all, shattered into a thousand tiny little fragments.

Still leaning over the podium, you cried out. No one moved. The clattering sound of echoing shattered glass bounced around in your brain, churning you sideways and making you dizzy. When time adjusted back to its normal speed, you bit the inside of your cheek and stood back up, eyes fixed solely on your shoes.

Xyx moved up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Aw, we were looking forward to featuring that vase in an upcoming school auction. You’ve done it now, doll, the bidding on that was supposed to start around sixty thousand.”

Immediately your eyes went wide. “Sixty thousand!? Oh my god, I’m gonna have to pay you back for that right?…..Shit.”

The brunette laughed quietly. “With what money? You arrived here on a scholarship, remember?”

Setting down the clipboard, Toaster picked up one of the larger chunks of glass, inspecting it thoroughly. “Well Owl, what do you propose we do about this situation?”

Nightowl took a seat in a grand chair, crossing one leg over the other and looking at you playfully. “There’s this famous saying you might’ve heard of MC. ‘When in Rome you should do as the Romans do.’ Since you don’t have much money you can pay us back with work. As of today, I officially dub you the Bloomic host club’s gopher!”

Hearing the words pour from his mouth, your jaw dropped. A gopher? The one who runs errands? You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Now then, everyone prepare yourselves. Our guests should be arriving soon, and we want the very best for them.” At Nightowl’s order the other three boys went to various areas of the room, cleaning any dust and setting up little teacups and saucers. You watched them, partly out of wonder, the other out of the still paralyzing fear that you just broke something very expensive of theirs.

Toaster stood up, tearing off a sheet of paper from the clipboard and handing it to you. In your eyes they could see the remorse that plagued your body. Surely they knew knocking over the vase was entirely an accident, but that didn’t stop their guest from feeling awful about it. Toaster wanted to do something to help them, but he wasn’t quite sure how.

“Here’s a list of things we’ve been meaning to buy for club activities, but just haven’t had the time to do so. This should do nicely for your first errand. Oh and do try to make haste. Nightowl gets a little upset when he has to wait too long.”

As they extended the paper towards you, you could almost make out the faintest smile under their round glasses. Not a sarcastic smile. A sweet one. One that had a touch of sympathy behind it. Your fingers grazed one other as the paper was transferred, causing Toaster to quickly draw their hand back and glance away.

Bidding the host club farewell, you set off to do some shopping. Who would’ve thought in a million years that within your first week of attending Bloomic Academy, you’d not only break a sixty thousand dollar vase, but end up being the errand-person for the academy’s host club?

I didn’t even know this school had a host club. Well, I guess that answers my question:

Rich kids do in fact, only come to school to have a good time.

To be Continued

Stay tuned for part 2!

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