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 Ouran Academy's playground for the super rich and beautiful.

Crickets could manifest in Music Room Three at the boy's declaration.

"I'm sorry?" Adrien asked. "You... You want me to join your host club?"

"With your arrival to this school, business has been... lacking, per se." A male with dark hair and glasses spoke up. "Word's gone around that you've got yourselves a couple of fangirls of ours."

"And the boss is jealous." The twins chimed in.

An arrow shot through the blond's back. "Why would you call me out like that! You devilish twins!" He cried as the two stuck their tongues out at him.

"Jealous of what?" Adrien asked.

"Basically, you've been called the New Prince and stripped him of his title." Haruhi explained.

Adrien looked over at the blond, who was in a corner of the room, growing mushrooms. "And... Why... How... Um, why does that matter?" He questioned.

"Tama-chan has always been the Prince." Says the other blond.

"Tamaki is upset that he's been beaten out by someone younger and who's naturally a prince."

Every comment was an arrow to Tamaki's back.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Tamaki cried. He then turned to Adrien and he pointed a finger at him. "I challenge you to a host match off! Whoever gets the most customers in the span of one week is the true prince!"

"A week is a bit too short to determine that, don't you think?" The male with glasses commented.

"Fine! Whoever gets the most customers in the span of the rest of your stay is the true prince!"

"Don't you think this is getting too out of hand, Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi asks.

Kyoya closes his portfolio and adjusts his glasses. "Quite the contrary, I think this would be great for business.

Starting today, you're a host!

Adrien was beyond confused with the sudden turn of events. He had no intentions of stirring trouble while in Japan, and now he was roped up into being part of a host club!

"I don't think you're stirring trouble." Marinette tried to comfort him. "I think it would be a little fun. Adds some flavor to our year here, and who knows, maybe make some new friends."

He looked at her. "I'm terrible at making friends. I've never had friends to begin with, I was always raised on my own, homeschooled. I mean, I had one, but she was my mom's friend's daughter, and we used to play with each other when we were younger, but..." He trailed off and shook his head. "I won't be good at the host thing, or making friends thing." Adrien concludes.

"Hey, that's not true." Marinette reaches out and touches his hand. "Whenever I was trying to check into the hotel, mumbling in french, who was the one who stepped in to help me?" She asked.

"I did." Adrien mumbled.

"And when I was baking the croissants, who decided to help me?" She questioned.

"Me." He replies.

"See? And that's how you became my friend. You say that you're not good at this, but I think you're going to do a lot better than you expect." Marinette rubbed his hand comfortingly, before she realized what she was doing and moved her hand away. "If you be yourself, and keep doing what you're doing, I think you'll be fine." She smiles.

He looked down at her hand and he smiles softly, making Marinette melt. "Thanks, Marinette. I guess it could be fun."

Marinette nodded silently, in attempts to keep herself together.

The next day

The two of them were standing in front of Music Room Three again.

"Alright, I can do this." Adrien says to himself before turning to Marinette. "Thank you for joining me, Marinette."

She smiles. "It's no trouble." Especially when the club has peaked her interest too.

The two headed inside and were welcomed by the group in tropical clothing. Mostly shirtless and with floral prints. They even had palm trees, exotic animals, butterflies, the whole nine yards.

It was almost as if they weren't even in the school anymore. Was this even Music Room Three?

The two were approached by a shirtless Tamaki with a headdress, handsome, and smelling sweet like hibiscus.

"Adrien, Marinette! I'm glad you could make it!" Tamaki lifted a hand and snapped, bringing Hikaru and Kaoru to his attention. "Hikaru, Kaoru, get this man into his outfit."

The twins nodded, in identical colors themselves. "On it, boss!" They replied in unison. Each twin took hold of one of Adrien's arms and dragged him further into the room to change.

Meanwhile, Marinette was left to Tamaki's whims.

"Well Marinette, since you're here, welcome to our host club! Do you know what type of host you'd like?" Tamaki asks.

"What type of host?" Marinette questions.

"Of course! Every princess has their own liking! What's yours?" He asks.

Marinette chuckles lightly. "Uh, I don't know?"

Tamaki smiles and he takes one of her hands. "Well, let me introduce you." He takes her around the rest of the room, exploring the strange wilderness that made it hard to believe that they were still indoors.

"Mitskuni Haninozuka, or like we like to call him, Honey-senpai. He is the Boy Lolita type, his cute attitude and love of sweets make the girls big fans. Don't be fooled by his youthful looks though, he's actually a third year."

Honey-senpai was the smaller blond who had approached her basket of sweets the other day. It was hard to believe that he was older than she was, despite his small size. Still, he looked like he could pack a punch.

"Takashi!" Honey-senpai went to a taller male with a stoic expression and practically climbed him. "Mari-chan made these, taste them!" He gave the other one of the wrapped slices and smiled brightly.

"Don't eat too many, or you'll get cavities."

"Takashi Morinozuka. He's also a third year, and is cousin to Honey-senpai. Mori-senpai is the Strong Silent type and him and Honey-senpai are like a package duo. Honey-senpai is like his cute item." Tamaki explained. "The two are nearly inseparable."

"That's kind of cute." Marinette replied.

Seeing the two together, it made sense to her how they could attract a crowd.

Tamaki continued to take Marinette to another part of the room, to a table where Hikaru and Kaoru were now with two other girls.

"And then he fell off the bed because he got so scared watching the movie!" Hikaru laughed.

At that, Kaoru sniffled and put a hand to his face, hiding. "Hikaru, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone." He whines with tears building in his eyes.

Hikaru frowns gently and leans close to Kaoru, cupping his face. "I'm sorry, it's just you were so cute when you fell off the bed, I just had to share the moment. Do you forgive me?" He murmured sweetly.

Kaoru gave a small hum of approval and the girls that had been accompanying them had been all but forgotten and left squealing.

"Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. They're the Little Devil type, but their most popular thing is the 'Forbidden Brotherly Love' package."

"That... That's interesting." Marinette could see the appeal, but that was certainly not her thing.

They continued to another part of the room, where Haruhi was just chatting with three other girls. The girls were swooning and Haruhi was barely batting an eye.

"Haruhi Fujioka, the Natural type. Her natural tendency to chat with other girls makes her seem like quite the natural."

Marinette looked over at Tamaki. "Her?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

Tamaki stiffened and he shook his hands frantically. "Did I say her? I meant to say him! Him! Anyway," He trailed off and quickly took Marinette to another location.

The next boy was the one with the dark hair and glasses. He kinda gave Marinette the chills as she got to know him.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Daughter of bakers Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. Managed to get a one year scholarship by testing and is now a part of the Ouran Academy school body." He closed his portfolio and gave a small smile. "Welcome to our school, Miss Dupain-Cheng. If there's anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to ask."

"Kyoya Ootori, the Cool type, Vice President and Secretary of our Host Club. He does a lot of work to keep our club going." Tamaki says.

"No offense, but why, and how do you know all this information about me?" Marinette asks.

"It's my duty as the club Secretary to know all of our customer's backgrounds.We wouldn't want to get involved with people who could ruin our reputation.

The smile that Kyoya provided gave Marinette the creeps, but she smiled and nodded as Tamaki lead her elsewhere.

"And last but not least, there's me."

It was almost as if the lights went off and a spotlight shone down on him.

"Your one and only, the Princely type." Tamaki said. He plucked a rose from a conveniently placed vase and came to Marinette, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles gently. "If there's anything I can do for you, Princess, do let me know." He winked, placing the rose in her hand.

"Well, you were the only one." Chimed in one of the twins.

Tamaki's spotlight died and it was like an arrow went right through him. "W-Why would you..."

"Say hello to our new Princely type."