CHAPTER 2

When I opened the door, there was a host club...

Nah, who am I kidding. I wish this were OHSHC.

If only I broke an 8 million yen vase, forcing me to become a host at a host club, surrounded by those six handsome men.

Instead, I have to join a club I have absolutely no idea about because of a stupid threat proposed by my very own teacher.

And here I thought that if I was ever going to be threatened by someone, I'd only agree if it was something that could change the world by doing so, like in those scenes in animes.

I hated those times I realized for the umpteenth time how sad reality really was.

Pushing open the door located at the far back of the school, both Suzuki-sensei and I entered a spacious room. No rose petals flew out the door. No hosts were seated by the entrance. It was bland; just like reality.

Well, now that I took the time to look around, it was actually really well kept. The classroom itself was big; all of the desks switched out with leather sofas and even expensive vases and decor were scattered around the room as well. There was also a mahogany table situated in the centre of the room with a couple of magazines and books strewn on top of it.

I raised an eyebrow at the sight, honestly incredulous. "I didn't know the school could afford—"

"Ah, good thing you're here!" Suzuki-sensei cut me off. I glared at her from behind. She paid no attention to me whatsoever as she happily smiled at the blond sitting down on one of the sofas. "I've got a new recruit, Leader."

"Leader...?" I echoed. What the hell? What kind of world did we live in? "Oh wait," I said again. "Let me guess: his other alias is 'Daddy.'"

Even though I was being sarcastic, as usual, nobody paid any attention to the black haired otaku.

"Really?" The male immediately jumped up from the sofa. Once his lavender-tinged eyes met mine, my jaw dropped. It felt as if I had just gotten punched in the stomach.

No way.

No way! Holy gods of anime! For once in my fifteen years of living, you've given me this!?

"Holy Rasengan!" I shouted, practically jumping for joy as I extended out a finger to him, "You're Tamaki Suoh's double!?"

The male stared at me like I was crazy. "What?"

A magazine came flying out of nowhere and smacked me across the face. I yelped, and turned to see Suzuki-sensei standing there with a murderous glower.

"Mi-yu-ki..." she growled, causing both Tamaki's double and I to flinch. "Introduce yourself properly...okay?"

Making a face, I waved my hands around in defeat. I glanced back at the face of the narcissistic blond, and that's when I realized something. I narrowed my eyes at him, frowning. The more closely I stared at him... the more he didn't look like him.

His hair and eye colour both resembled the character, but his hair was styled in a completely different way. And his eyes were a different shade than his; it was more... blue...

A loud groan escaped my mouth and I clicked my tongue. "Tch. Never mind. You're nothing like him."

How could I have ever made the connection? Tamaki was handsome; this guy looked more of an idiot. Granted, Tamaki was somewhat of an idiot but that wasn't the point.

This situation was exactly why reality was horrible. Normal boys would never be like anime characters. They weren't worth even looking at.

"Um, I'm Hayashi Kazuya. I'm a second year student in class 2-B," the blond spoke up, disregarding my pessimistic attitude. "You've heard of me before, right?" he added, flashing me a charming smile that honestly made me feel queasy.

"Never, and I frankly don't care," I spat, crossing my arms. Oh great. He was definitely one of those cocky guys who think they're better than everyone else. Heh, he'll never be able to up Black Star with that simplicity to narcissism.

"Huh? B-but I'm Hayashi Kazuya!" he cried, taken back by my response. His jaw was slack, eyes filled with disbelief.

"And I'm Sasuke Uchiha," I teased with a scoff, and he winced. "I'm pretty sure we all know who's better known in this situation."

"What!" he hollered, dismayed. "B-but I'm very popular around the school and I haven't seen or heard anything about you before, Sasuke Uchiha!"

I snorted. Wait, he really thought I was Sasuke? I was positive he at least knew what Naruto was. Everybody did.

I shouldn't even have tried the reference. This was the type of school I attended.

"I'm not surprised you didn't, Hayashi Kazuya," I said, pushing aside my previous thoughts. "I'm what you call a "loner" in this cold, high school world."

Although I was being serious, Suzuki-sensei, who was once so furious to hurt me, began erupting in a fit of laughter. "I-I have never met someone who could say that so proudly! Jeez, Miyuki. You're going to kill me." She wiped away a tear and placed her hands to her hips. "Anyway, Kazuya. This girl is a loner and she has been since she entered this school. And by catching a glimpse of her personality, it's not entirely a surprise."

I put a hand to my chest, offended. My personality was perfectly fine. If anything, everyone else was way too ordinary.

Suzuki-sensei continued regardless, "And since I thought she needed a little social help, she'll be joining this club. Her name is Hoshino Miyuki."

"Miyuki?" Kazuya repeated, blinking. He turned to me. "You're not Sasuke?"

I rolled my eyes. Ugh, he really did believe me. Well, to some degree it could've been a compliment. Sasuke was pretty awesome. "I was kidding, idiot."

I was expecting him to at least recoil but instead, a huge grin grew on his face. He turned to face Suzuki-sensei. "So she'll be joining? I've got no problem with that, Suzuki-sensei! The more members we have, the better!"

He actually wanted new members in his club? I shook my head in disgust. "So that's what you call overly-positive..."

They both spared me a look and Suzuki-sensei's face morphed into a scowl. "Miyuki! Behave!"

In response to her yell, I held up both of my hands sarcastically and went, "Woof!"

"Okay! I'll leave you to deal with Miyuki from now on!" the old hag tells Wannabe before heading towards the doorway. As she passed by me, she leant down and whispered, "If you behave, I'll buy you one manga."

I immediately perked at the bribe. A new manga to add to my collection? Now that was a reason to be here. "Which?"

Obviously not knowing the types of anime, she said the first she could think of, "I don't know... That one with the host club... and that girl who has a fetish of cross-dressing...?"

"Sensei, it's called Ouran High School Host Club and Haruhi doesn't "cross-dress" because she has a fetish. She does it to make up her 8 million yen debt—" My homeroom teacher cut me off with a glare and I held up my hands in defeat. "Okay, okay, sorry. That one will be fine."

Her lips lifted up into a triumphant grin and she sauntered out the door. After the hag left, I stuck out my tongue in her direction. Jeez, she really didn't appreciate anime at all. Tsk, shame on her...

"Don't just stand there, Miyuki. Tell me about yourself. Over a relaxing cup of tea," Kazuya's voice chirped and I spun around to see him already sitting down on the sofa with a cup of tea in hand. When did he get that prepared? Wow, I'm creeped out...

"Please don't call me Miyuki," I muttered, taking a seat. "We aren't close."

"You want me to call you 'Hoshino' then?"

I nodded taking a cup of tea from the table. "Yes, Kazuya."

"Huh? Why did you just use my first name?" he gasped, giving me a startled look.

"Because you usually call the people you hate by their first names right? So that's what I'm doing now," I simply tell him, taking a sip from the tea. Rose tea, I noted. Yum.

"H-huh?! You hate me?" he shouted, as if it were impossible to dislike his very existence.

I shot him an annoyed look. "Wasn't it obvious? I didn't think you were that dense."

Well, if you are wondering why exactly I hated the only male I've ever met with the closest similarities to that flamboyant blond, let me tell you. It was pretty simple really.

Tamaki Suoh was 2-D.

He was 3-D.

Enough said.

"W-why?" he stuttered, his trembling tone displaying his urge to know the answer.

I sighed, placing my cup of tea on the table. But telling him that wouldn't make a difference. I guess I should just go with my basic answer. "To be frank, I don't really like anyone in this school or non-otaku's in general, but I especially hate obnoxious people like you the most. The only way I'd ever like you is if you were an anime character, sorry."

He fell down in shock. "Obnoxious...? How cruel!"

"Is it really?" I asked aloud, placing my finger on my chin. "I was just saying the truth."

"Truth?" he repeated incredulously.

"Yes, the truth. You're a Tamaki Suoh wannabe and an obnoxious 3-D male."

My words made him fall back down again. I groaned loudly. "Could you stop doing that? It's annoying. If you have something to say, say it!" It wasn't like he even knew who Tamaki Suoh was (because that was just the type of world we've come to), so he shouldn't have even been so offended.

Kazuya got back up and made his way to a corner of the room to sulk. "I can't... You're scary, Hoshino..."

A proud smirk made its way onto my face and I snorted, "Thank you. But if you think I'm scary, try getting Heiwajima Shizuo pissed."

Before he could reply to me, the door to the clubroom swung open, revealing two boys. One had messy auburn hair and similar coloured eyes while the other one was really short and wore a snapback on his head.

"Huh? We have a guest?" the boy with auburn hair asked, his question aimed towards the blond.

"No! Don't go near her—" Kazuya cried out to them but it was too late because I was already making my way up to them.

"Before asking for someone's name, first state yours!" I said, placing my hands at my hips. Yes! I've always wanted to say this cliché line! I never get to say it to anyone other than my siblings so it feels great!

The redhead flinched at my proximity but nodded his head anyways. With a smile, he said, "I'm Sotarou Hinata. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh, I see." I nodded my head. Redhead's are usually cheerful and energetic, right? Ittoki Otoya is too. Well, compared to the Tamaki Suoh look-alike, he doesn't seem like a bad person.

"And you?" I asked looking towards the brown haired fellow in the hat. He stood only a few centimetres taller than me.

"I'm Ikeda Hiro," he introduced, looking away from me and appearing to be slightly annoyed. I smiled at his reaction. I could tell he didn't like associating with others much, just like me.

"I'm Hoshino Miyuki. A member of this club starting today," I tell them as they made their way inside the room.

"Really? Yay!" the boy with auburn hair cheered, placing his bag down on the table.

"Great. It'll be a pain once Saki gets here..." Hiro said, taking a seat.

"Saki?" I questioned him, blinking at the name. Another girl? That actually calmed me down. There were a bunch of boys in this club so having a female member won't be so bad... I think...

Unless she had the whole shoujo sickeningly sweet 'I-do-nothing-wrong-and-I'm-perfect' character. I don't think I could handle those.

I shook my head. I just joined today but I was already giving myself a headache. I needed to relax... Pulling out my cellphone, I took out a bag of chips that I had kept inside my bag and made my way to a sofa to sit down. I went on Crunchyroll and was about to scroll through the newest anime releases like I did everyday when the door burst open.

"Saki has arrived!" A girl with light brown pigtails stood by the doorway, smiling wide. I stared at her blankly. So this was Saki.

"You're acting suspicious," Hiro called over to her but was too preoccupied with his phone to really spare her a glance.

"Hehe~ Well if you're going to insist, something did happen today! Want to know?" Saki said full of pep, putting her hands to her hips.

"Not really," Hiro murmured absently and Saki pouted. She raced up to him, grabbing his hat and pulling it off his head. Hiro's mop of dark brown hair was patted to his forehead and his turquoise eyes widened at the action.

"Hey!" he shouted angrily and Saki merely spun around the clubroom, smiling in contentment.

"I got a l-o-v-e letter today!" she pronounced cheerily and Hiro stopped to blink, taking this in. He lurched backwards.

"A love letter? People actually like you—"

"Could you keep it down over there?" I called over to the loud two, my gaze never leaving my cellphone screen as I was watching the latest episode of Assassination Classroom, "I can barely hear Kazuya's cries now."

Everyone in the room gaped at me once they realized I was talking about their club leader.

"Hoshino's evil! A demon! The devil!" Kazuya hollered, sobbing even louder.

Yeah, I know. I was a sadist, which I preferred to call yandere.

"Hoshino...?" Saki asked, peering over to discover the person of the unknown name.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm Hoshino Miyuki. Nice to—" I started and was interrupted when I was suddenly choked into a hug from behind.

"No way! A girl! So your name is 'Miyuki!' Mind if I call you, Mi-chan? It's cute and all! Did you join the club? This club's fun and everyone here's interesting! We're going to have so much fun together!" The girl continued babbling on and on as she kept excitedly rubbing her face against my cheek. I twitched angrily, pausing the episode I was watching.

What the heck was this girl's problem?!

"G-get the f*ck off me!" I exclaimed.

          Fortunately, Saki obeyed and freed me from her constricting hold.

"You shouldn't swear, Mi-chan," she scolded me.

I clenched my fists and glowered at her. I knew I just met her, and it was bad to rush to conclusions but I didn't like her...

So much.

"I'll swear whenever I want. If you ever touch me again you won't get off easy!"

Despite me being one hundred percent serious, Saki laughed and slapped my shoulder playfully. "Aww! Mi-chan's cute when she's mad!"

"I'm not cute!"

The girl just giggled in response, irking me to no end. Here I was, happy that another girl was here besides me but she was one of those bubbly, clingy girls? They were annoying as heck!

"Told you!" Hiro called over to me. I sent a scowl in his direction and he flinched. If this is what he meant when he said "it'll be a pain when Saki gets here" then I would've kept my distance from this girl.

Forget every reverse harem heroine there is, Komori Yui's level of annoyance was nothing compared to hers.

"Settle down you two," Hinata laughed nervously, trying to break the tension between us.

"Mi-chan! My name is Yamamoto Saki so Sa-chan or Saki-chan is okay!" Saki pointed to herself, grinning, and I avoided eye contact.

"No thanks! Am I allowed to call you 'B*tch-chan' instead?"

Kudos to Sakamaki Laito.

"Huh? So mean! I just want to be friends!" she gasped, distraught by my comment.

I scoffed. "Friends? I've never had friends nor any sort of relationship in my entire life. I'm what you call a 'loner.'" I stood up from the sofa and proudly placed a hand to my chest. "Just having anime and manga is enough for me. I'm never going to have any friends for as long as I live!"

Saki blinked rapidly in surprise. She clapped her hands together, awed. "So you're an 'otaku,' Mi-chan? Amazing! I've never seen one before!"

The more Saki clapped in amazement, the wider my smile became. Sure, I could've taken this into offence, but then again, finding an otaku at this school was just that hard.

"Wow. Another weirdo has joined the club?" I traced the chuckle to the boy that had just entered the room. He had a head of shaggy brown hair that also contained blue streaks; a surprising do considering dull hair was the norm in this school.

"Weirdo?" I scoffed, twisting around to face him. "Now, I find that offensive."

"So what?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and bringing the mischievousness of his smile to light. "Do you want me to call you an 'otaku' instead? Not that it'd make any difference."

I couldn't help but mimic his expression in return. This guy had guts. "Actually, I'd prefer that. So what's your name?"

"Sato Yuji," he said, taking a seat on the sofa across the room. "You?"

"Hoshino Miyuki."

He cracked another grin. "Then, welcome to the club, Miyuki."

"Hold on just a minute! Why does Yuji get to call you by your first name?" Kazuya objected, jerking his head left and right.

      I shot him an irritated look. "Because he's the only one here besides Hinata that hasn't pissed me of yet. Now stay in your corner and cry like the little wuss you are."

Kazuya slumped towards his makeshift Tamaki-corner before falling to his knees in defeat. I could guess the mushroom growing was soon to begin.

"You're pretty good," Hiro commented, eyes not leaving the baseball magazine he was glued to. "Sure Kazuya is easy to tease but he usually bounces back right with that big ego of his."

"You're pretty easy to tease too, Hi-chan," Yuji countered. "I mean, you're short, bad-tempered, unappealing, oh and short—"

"Yuji!" Hiro growled. "Why the hell did you say short twice?"

"Whoops, did I?" he chuckled. "I just thought it'd be good to point out the obvious every now and again."

As my attention left their conversation, I found my gaze fixed onto someone else who was staring at me. Hinata, was it? His lips were extended in a slight pout, eyes reflecting unexpected relief. "So you don't find me irritating?"

"Why would I?" I answered him with a raised brow. "You didn't do anything, right?" Still, this guy really did have a baby face. And he even cared about something like that...

If he was an anime character, I'd totally love him.

Hinata cracked a tiny smile. "That's a relief. I hope we could get along from now on!"

I bobbed my head. "Yeah, sure."

"How about me?" Saki wailed, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. "We can get along too, right?"

I clicked my tongue. "Heh, yeah right. Never gonna happen."

"Wah! Mi-chan is so mean!" Saki cried, falling face-first onto the sofa like the idiot had minutes ago.

As they all continued with their raucous conversations and bickering, I carefully studied everyone and everything in the room. It wasn't long until realization dawned upon me. My eyelids shot up in surprise. "Oh yeah. I forgot to ask but what exactly is this club?"

All eyes swivelled to me, each coated in astonishment.

      Saki's spoke out first, "You joined and you don't even know what it is?"

"It was more like I was threatened," I mumbled under my breath. An image of that old hag came to mind, causing me to gag. I nudged it all aside and plopped a hand to my hip. "So?" I said. "What's this club all about?"

"We are Seisein Academy's Humanity Club!" declared Kazuya to answer my question. I don't know when he had gotten up to his feet, but he did, and he held out his hand for emphasis. "We help those in need and make sure to fulfill their requests to the best of our abilities!"

My mouth fell open. Wait, then wasn't this like a volunteer club? Suzuki-sensei made me join this?

"Me, Hayashi Kazuya, the club's leader or president; Ikeda Hiro, the expert of all things academics; Sotarou Hinata, the compassionate student with a heart of gold; Sato Yuji, the trickster who's a master of deception; Yamamoto Saki, our very own jack-of-all-trades." As he announced all their skills, he pointed to each and every one of them. "Every applicants problems are solved by whichever person it categorizes under. And since you joined the Humanity Club, Hoshino Miyuki, you will become this club's strength!"

"Yeah right," Hiro commented under his breath but I wasn't paying him any attention.

With Kazuya's index finger pointed directly at me, whilst wearing such a broad, happy-go-lucky smile, I was stuck gaping at him like a fish out of water.

"I'm becoming what?"