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                              ~♡~
It had only been a few days since Y/N joined the Host Club, and things were… overwhelming.

Between the endless stream of girls fawning over him and the way Tamaki kept calling him “little bunny prince,” Y/N felt like he was living inside a dream—no, a glittery fever dream. But at least he wasn’t alone. Haruhi was always nearby ( Judging Tamaki┐(´д｀)┌) , and the hosts, in their own chaotic way, were kind to him.

That afternoon, the club was holding a special tea event. As usual, Y/N sat in the corner, nervously sipping strawberry tea And Biting his peanuts with his sleeves covering his hands. His oversized bunny hoodie flopped adorably whenever he tilted his head.

“Look at him… he’s like a shy little forest creature,” one girl whispered dreamily to her friend.

“I want to feed him a nut and watch him hold it with both hands,” another gushed.

Y/N turned red and nibbled a cookie to distract himself.

Tamaki, ever dramatic, sighed deeply from across the room. “Y/N, my dear, you must embrace your natural cuteness. It is a treasure! A light in this cold, aristocratic world!”

“M-My hoodie has tiny bells on the ears…” Y/N mumbled, fidgeting.

“It’s perfect,” Tamaki whispered reverently.

Just then, Kyoya walked in, holding a clipboard. “Tamaki, it seems your fan club is growing restless.”

“Fan club?” Y/N blinked.

Tamaki stood proudly. “Yes, it seems you’ve already captured the hearts of many, dear son (A/n: Such a bullshit(¬_¬) Tamaki). But… it’s also caught the attention of our regular guests.”

Meanwhile… trouble was brewing.

The Host Club’s clients were growing competitive. Some of the girls didn’t appreciate how Haruhi and Y/N, both “commoners,” were getting so much attention. Especially not girls like Ayanokoji, who had not yet forgotten how she was embarrassed the week before.

Ayanokoji narrowed her eyes as she watched Y/N giggle softly at something Hunny said.

“Ugh. Him again?” she huffed, arms crossed. “All he does is hide behind Haruhi and act innocent. It’s all an act.”

Her friends nodded in agreement. “And yet Tamaki-sama keeps looking at him…”

Ayanokoji smirked. “Maybe it’s time we remind them where they belong.”
[A/n : You got blacklisted well who am I to judge(￣へ￣) ]

Back at the Host Club, Tamaki was in the middle of giving Y/N and Haruhi some “charm” training.

“To host properly,” he said, flourishing a rose, “you must learn how to appeal to your guests’ hearts. For example, Y/N—try saying: ‘Won’t you sit with me, my princess?’”

Y/N blinked. “I—I… um…”

He tried. Really. But the moment he looked up at a girl and said it, his voice cracked like a squeaky toy.

“…My p-pwinc—princess…”

The girl melted anyway. “That was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Kaoru leaned in to whisper to Hikaru. “It’s impossible. He doesn’t even have to try.”

Hikaru sighed. “He just is the moe appeal.”

Y/N, now beet red, tugged on Haruhi’s sleeve. “Can we take a break now…? My soul is leaving my body…”

Just as they were heading to the courtyard, Y/N noticed something strange. His locker was open… and his bag was missing.[ A/n :Who told u to put 1234 as a passcode ohh wait I did My bad! ∑(￣□￣;) * Pshh Nope I'm not* ]

“Haruhi… my stuff’s gone.”

Moments later, they found it—dumped in the fountain.

Y/N’s bunny hoodie sleeves dripped as he pulled out his soaked snack pouch, eyes starting to water. “They threw away my snacks…”

From behind them, familiar laughter echoed.

“Oh no,” Haruhi muttered.

Ayanokoji stepped into view, smug. “Oops. Was that yours? Guess we thought it was trash.”

Y/N’s hands tightened around his ruined backpack. “Why are you so mean…?”

Ayanokoji clicked her tongue. “It’s nothing personal. You just don’t belong here. You and your little cousin act like you're one of us. You’re not.”

She took a step closer, but a firm voice cut through the air:

“I believe we’ve had this conversation before.”

Tamaki stood at the top of the steps, golden light catching his hair like some princely deity. Behind him came Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori, and Hunny—looking every bit like a royal guard.

“You made my Son and daughter cry,” Tamaki said softly. “And I do not forgive that.” [A/n: Keep telling son and daughter U liar┻━┻ ︵ヽ('Д´)ﾉOhh well Typical Tamaki]

Ayanokoji’s smirk wavered. “He’s a freak in a hoodie—”

“He’s our host,” Kyoya interrupted, cold as ice. “And under our protection.”

Mori silently placed his coat over Y/N’s shoulders.

Tamaki gently knelt in front of Y/N, brushing damp hair from his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I-I think so,” Y/N whispered. “But my Nuts… it drowned…”

Tamaki gently pulled him into a hug. “We’ll buy you a lifetime supply. Don’t cry, little Hamster son.”

Ayanokoji tried to speak again, but Hunny stomped forward, unusually serious.

“Go away,” he said, voice sharp. “Before I stop being cute.”

The red-haired girl fled with her group, flustered and furious.

That evening, the Host Club sat around Y/N, wrapped in blankets with a cup of cocoa in his hands.

“Thank you for protecting me,” he said softly.

“You’re part of the club now,” Kaoru said with a grin.

“No one gets to hurt our bunny,” Hikaru added.

Tamaki reached over and gently tapped Y/N’s nose. “Remember that, my dear. You’re safe here.”

Y/N smiled—small, soft, and bright.

And for the first time, he didn’t feel like a bunny in a palace full of swans. He felt like he belonged.

[ Haruhi is just watching on the sides , Our cute Fujoshi Enjoying live action]