Ah, a host club. Hakuba had heard tale of these, but had never actually been to one until previously that day. It had been a pleasant interaction. He was greeted warmly by the self-proclaimed King, and successfully arranged for an appointment later that afternoon. Honestly, if the other hosts were as gracious as Suoh Tamaki, he could see no reason why someone would not want to spend afternoons there. Good, dignified company was so terribly hard to find and keep-  and the academy seemed littered with it.

As the young detective walked through the halls and back to that music room, he wondered why he hadn’t enrolled in Ouran Academy. His family certainly had the money and, as far as he was aware, the status. At least, the family name of Hakuba did. And perhaps that’s where the inherent problem was. 

Yet, Suoh came from a mixed heritage too, didn’t he? And he seemed perfectly at home, nestled deep in the academy’s embrace. Perhaps there were many things that he could learn from the King.

The detective hesitated when he got to the music room at the appointed time, took a deep breath, and prepared himself for whatever awaited behind those doors. 

Hakuba entered the Host Club – this time as an expected guest.