Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite, private school, Ouran Academy.

The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with way too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as the Ouran Academy's playground for the super rich and beautiful

"How peculiar..." Kyoya stated, closing a black, leather portfolio.

"So, you've noticed it too, then?" Tamaki asks, his hand rubbing at his chin thoughtfully.

"Naturally, I've noticed upon day one. While you were fawning over our guests, my readings were coming up short." Kyoya replies, adjusting his glasses. "Customers have been decreasing in numbers, or arriving late, ever since the arrival of the new student."

"What are we going to do, Boss?" The twins questioned in unison.

All eyes turned to the blond, who was humming thoughtfully. There was a moment of silence before he lowered his hand from his chin and took a breath.

"Well, I guess we must find out what all the fuss is about in regards to this boy, won't we?"

Several days later

"An invitation to the Host Club?" Adrien asks, taking an envelope from Haruhi's hands.

"Turns out, your appearance has been affecting our business," Hikaru starts.

"And the Boss wants to see what all the fuss is about." Kaoru continues.

"Which basically means, he's jealous that you've taken his spotlight." Haruhi finishes blandly.

"What's your business?" Marinette asks, looking over Adrien's shoulder to peek at the letter, before looking at the other three.

"To host!" Hikaru commented.

"Have you never been to a host club before, Marinette?" Kaoru asked.

She shakes her head. "I can't say I have." She replies, before looking up at Adrien. "Well, what do you say?"

Adrien sighed softly. "I've got a fencing meeting I've got to attend, but I could go after?"

The twins looked at each other and nodded, while Haruhi sighs softly.

While Adrien agreed to go, Marinette was completely and totally not invited. But... that didn't stop her from inviting herself.

Over the course of the past week, Marinette had become acquaintances with the Culinary Club, so she decided that if she was going to be the Uninvited Guest to the Host Club, she should at least bring a gift.

Being friends with the Culinary Club had its perks. Especially at such a school like Ouran. Access to a fully equipped kitchen and gossip. And it was no secret that Adrien had been invited to the Host Club.

Marinette was putting in an assortments of sweet breads into the oven when she overheard a conversation between other girls.

"If Adrien joins the Host Club, I would melt." Squealed one of them.

"He's so kind, and he's like..." She sighed dreamily. "A ray of sunshine."

"A natural prince." Commented another.

"But if Adrien's the natural prince, then wouldn't that dethrone Tamaki?" Questioned the first.

The other two gasped, and they began to whisper among themselves.

The more Marinette listened, the more intrigued she grew with the Host Club. Now, she had to go.

Once the sweet breads were done, Marinette individually wrapped them and borrowed one of the baskets and headed out.

Music Room Three.

Marinette was sitting on a bench a close distance away from the room, but she could see the girls going in and out of the room. Her curiosity kept creeping up, and she nearly considered going in without Adrien, when the boy himself startled her out of her thoughts.

"Marinette? What are you doing here?" He asks.

Marinette jumped and the sweet breads flew out of the basket. They remained in midair for a couple seconds and Marinette managed to catch them all within her basket. "A-Adrien! You scared me!" She stammered as she caught all the breads.

The last bread miraculously landed in Adrien's hands. "What's this?" He asks.

"O-Oh, it's, um, I came bearing gifts? Figured since I'm going to show up uninvited, I should bring something? I figured that, I could join you?" It was meant to be a statement, not a question.

Adrien chuckled and he tucked the sweet bread into his bag. "Well then, lets go, shall we?"

The two of them went to the door and pushed in, the doors opening on their own accord. A strange wind picked up as well, bringing rose petals fluttering to them. A light they hadn't noticed cleared, and they were warmly greeted by a group of boys.

When the light settled, Hikaru and Kaoru perked at the sight of Marinette.

"You came!" They both sang as they barely greeted Adrien to say hello to Marinette.

She chuckled shyly. "Well, you two peaked my interest, and I thought, since my ride is going to be here, I figured, why not?" She smiled. Marinette noticed a smaller, blonde boy approaching her, eyes stuck to her basket.

"What's in here?" He asked, his eyes peeking over the brim of it and at the wrapped goods.

Marinette smiled, plucking one of the wrapped pieces and handing it to him. "It's sweet bread. This one is strawberry creme."

The boy unwrapped the bread and took a bite of it, humming and cupping his jaw as he chewed. "Wow, these are like, heaven! Where did you get these from?" He asked.

"I made them myself." She replied, offering slices to each boy.

"These are pretty good, you're an amazing baker, Marinette." Haruhi states.

"Well, when you grow up in a bakery, you learn the trade." She handed a slice to the taller blond, and he smiles softly.

"And you, mademoiselle, what is your name?" He asks kindly.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She replies.

He takes her hand and places a soft kiss on her knuckles that made a blush explode on her face. "Well, my lovely Marinette, thank you for treating my hosts to a lovely snack."

Marinette stammered for words and the boy winked at her. Marinette was effectively paralyzed.

The boy looked to Adrien and she stood tall and —dare Marinette say — handsome. "Adrien Agreste, I formally welcome you to my Host Club." He gave an elaborate bow that caught Adrien off guard.

"Thanks," Adrien replies, shifting slightly. "I only have one question."

"And what's that?" The other replied.

"Why did you send out a formal invitation for me? Isn't the Host Club usually a thing for girls?" Adrien questions.

The boy chuckles. "Of course it is. The reason of my invitation, however, my dear Adrien, is to invite you to be a part of the Host Club."