#hostprince

      ‘ WELCOME! to the infamous         OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB! we have so many types to CHOOSE from!

                    we have the PRINCELY type, the COOL type,  the LITTLE DEVILS type,                      the LOLITA type,  the WILD type,  and least but certainly not least,                       he NATURAL type!!!!

          so, which one will YOU choose? ‘ 

@hostprince /  she’s  certainly  not  used  to  such  an  elaborate  school.              to be honest  it  sort  of  brings  her  discomfort. -------------------  she  was  USED  to  being  homeschooled.                   but  after  the  move,             her  parents  had  to  find  new  teachers  that  spoke  in  sign.               there  were  a  few  here  who  could  meet  with  her  after  school  for  a  reduced  price.                       she’s  simply  been  allowed  to  roam  the  halls  for  now  --  taking  in  everything  she  could.                 there  was  a  sign  outside  of  one  of  the  doors  that  read   MUSIC  ROOM.               as  she  placed  a  hand  upon  the  door  she  could  feel  vibrations  that  she  knew  to  come  from  one  place -------------------------  pianos.                  

// @hostprince

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nekozawa isn’t easy to read. with a hood over his head and a wig obscuring his eyes from most light and others views, they have to rely on body language. when its on that he still becomes difficult, cloak hiding his hunched shoulders or slouches frame. all that really is left to rely on is instinct -- something select few have for reading him.

somehow though, somehow tamaki has never failed him. somehow the younger blond who runs the neighboring club has learnt to tell the difference between nekozawa’s ordinary slouch and his slouch when he feels defeated, like some part of the world didn’t care about what happened around him. beelzenef is held close to his body, opposite hand cradling the puppet close as he attempted to leave to return to his family’s residence.

instead, he feels the tug on his cloak, and when the hood slides off his wig is removed too. he can hear them hit the ground and a small moment of panic rises -- but it doesn’t last. the warmth of arms he knows surround him and there’s a brief second where nekozawa isn’t sure what to do or say -- but it all breaks down. fingers curl into the familiar jacket of their uniform, face pressed in close as his body starts to shake.

                                     SHE  REMEMBERS  MEETING  HIM.               he  was  so  excited  !                she  could  smell  it  on  him  --------------------------  so  of  course  she  had  to  try  &  get  his  attention  at  this  LOUD  PLACE.                    so  she  barks  &  jumps  to  try  &  get  him  to  look  at  her  ;  tail  wagging  as  hard  as  it  can. 

            Eyes peered just a bit curiously into the music room said to be inhabited by the incarnation of MALE host clubs ( who would’ve thought those existed? ). He wasn’t there to gawk, instead, he was there to catch sight of the former martial arts master that tended to reside there. He had heard the boy happened to be around HIS HEIGHT, and certainly wanted to size him up. he didn’t expect, however, to see the room filled to the brim with girls. My god. He had to make a quick and quiet get away.