When I opened the door, there was a host club...

Nah, who am I kidding. I wish this were OHSHC.

If only I broke an 8 million yen vase, forcing me to become a host at a host club, surrounded by those six handsome men.

Instead, I have to join a club I have absolutely no idea about because of a stupid threat proposed by my very own teacher.

And here I thought that if I was ever going to be threatened by someone, I'd only agree if it was something that could change the world by doing so, like in those scenes in animes.

I hated those times I realized for the umpteenth time how sad reality really was.

Pushing open the door located at the far back of the school, both Suzuki-sensei and I entered a spacious room. No rose petals flew out the door. No hosts were seated by the entrance. It was bland; just like reality.

Well, now that I took the time to look around, it was actually really well kept. The classroom itself was big; all of the desks switched out with leather sofas and even expensive vases and decor were scattered around the room as well. There was also a mahogany table situated in the centre of the room with a couple of magazines and books strewn on top of it.

I raised an eyebrow at the sight, honestly incredulous. "I didn't know the school could afford—"

"Ah, good thing you're here!" Suzuki-sensei cut me off. I glared at her from behind. She paid no attention to me whatsoever as she happily smiled at the blond sitting down on one of the sofas. "I've got a new recruit, Leader."

"Leader...?" I echoed. What the hell? What kind of world did we live in? "Oh wait," I said again. "Let me guess: his other alias is 'Daddy.'"

Even though I was being sarcastic, as usual, nobody paid any attention to the black haired otaku.

"Really?" The male immediately jumped up from the sofa. Once his lavender-tinged eyes met mine, my jaw dropped. It felt as if I had just gotten punched in the stomach.

No way.

No way! Holy gods of anime! For once in my fifteen years of living, you've given me this!?

"Holy Rasengan!" I shouted, practically jumping for joy as I extended out a finger to him, "You're Tamaki Suoh's double!?"

The male stared at me like I was crazy. "What?"

A magazine came flying out of nowhere and smacked me across the face. I yelped, and turned to see Suzuki-sensei standing there with a murderous glower.

"Mi-yu-ki..." she growled, causing both Tamaki's double and I to flinch. "Introduce yourself properly...okay?"

Making a face, I waved my hands around in defeat. I glanced back at the face of the narcissistic blond, and that's when I realized something. I narrowed my eyes at him, frowning. The more closely I stared at him... the more he didn't look like him.

His hair and eye colour both resembled the character, but his hair was styled in a completely different way. And his eyes were a different shade than his; it was more... blue...

A loud groan escaped my mouth and I clicked my tongue. "Tch. Never mind. You're nothing like him."

How could I have ever made the connection? Tamaki was handsome; this guy looked more of an idiot. Granted, Tamaki was somewhat of an idiot but that wasn't the point.

This situation was exactly why reality was horrible. Normal boys would never be like anime characters. They weren't worth even looking at.

"Um, I'm Kazuya Hayashi. I'm a second year student in class 2-B," the blond spoke up, disregarding my pessimistic attitude. "You've heard of me before, right?" he added, flashing me a charming smile that honestly made me feel queasy.

"Never, and I frankly don't care," I spat, crossing my arms. Oh great. He was definitely one of those cocky guys who think they're better than everyone else. Heh, he'll never be able to up Black Star with that simplicity to narcissism.

"Huh? B-but I'm Kazuya Hayashi!" he cried, taken back by my response. His jaw was slack, eyes filled with disbelief.

"And I'm Sasuke Uchiha," I teased with a scoff, and he winced. "I'm pretty sure we all know who's better known in this situation."

"What!" he hollered, dismayed. "B-but I'm very popular around the school and I haven't seen or heard anything about you before, Sasuke Uchiha!"

I snorted. Wait, he really thought I was Sasuke? I was positive he at least knew what Naruto was. Everybody did.

I shouldn't even have tried the reference. This was the type of school I attended.

"I'm not surprised you didn't, Kazuya Hayashi," I said, pushing aside my previous thoughts. "I'm what you call a "loner" in this cold, high school world."

Although I was being serious, Suzuki-sensei, who was once so furious to hurt me, began erupting in a fit of laughter. "I-I have never met someone who could say that so proudly! Jeez, Miyuki. You're going to kill me." She wiped away a tear and placed her hands to her hips. "Anyway, Kazuya. This girl is a loner and she has been since she entered this school. And by catching a glimpse of her personality, it's not entirely a surprise."

I put a hand to my chest, offended. My personality was perfectly fine. If anything, everyone else was way too ordinary.

Suzuki-sensei continued regardless, "And since I thought she needed a little social help, she'll be joining this club. Her name is Hoshino Miyuki."

"Miyuki?" Kazuya repeated, blinking. He turned to me. "You're not Sasuke?"

I rolled my eyes. Ugh, he really did believe me. Well, to some degree it could've been a compliment. Sasuke was pretty awesome. "I was kidding, idiot."

I was expecting him to at least recoil but instead, a huge grin grew on his face. He turned to face Suzuki-sensei. "So she'll be joining? I've got no problem with that, Suzuki-sensei! The more members we have, the better!"

He actually wanted new members in his club? I shook my head in disgust. "So that's what you call overly-positive..."

They both spared me a look and Suzuki-sensei's face morphed into a scowl. "Miyuki! Behave!"

In response to her yell, I held up both of my hands sarcastically and went, "Woof!"

"Okay! I'll leave you to deal with Miyuki from now on!" the old hag tells Wannabe before heading towards the doorway. As she passed by me, she leant down and whispered, "If you behave, I'll buy you one manga."

I immediately perked at the bribe. A new manga to add to my collection? Now that was a reason to be here. "Which?"

Obviously not knowing the types of anime, she said the first she could think of, "I don't know... That one with the host club... and that girl who has a fetish of cross-dressing...?"

"Sensei, it's called Ouran High School Host Club and Haruhi doesn't "cross-dress" because she has a fetish. She does it to make up her 8 million yen debt—" My homeroom teacher cut me off with a glare and I held up my hands in defeat. "Okay, okay, sorry. That one will be fine."

Her lips lifted up into a triumphant grin and she sauntered out the door. After the hag left, I stuck out my tongue in her direction. Jeez, she really didn't appreciate anime at all. Tsk, shame on her...

"Don't just stand there, Miyuki. Tell me about yourself. Over a relaxing cup of tea," Kazuya's voice chirped and I spun around to see him already sitting down on the sofa with a cup of tea in hand. When did he get that prepared? Wow, I'm creeped out...

"Please don't call me Miyuki," I muttered, taking a seat. "We aren't close."

"You want me to call you 'Hoshino' then?"

I nodded, taking a cup of tea from the table. "Yes, Kazuya."

"Huh? Why did you just use my first name?" he gasped, giving me a startled look.

"Because you usually call the people you hate by their first names right? So that's what I'm doing now," I simply tell him, taking a sip from the tea. Rose tea, I noted. Yum.

"H-huh?! You hate me?" he shouted, as if it were impossible to dislike his very existence.

I shot him an annoyed look. "Wasn't it obvious? I didn't think you were that dense."

Well, if you are wondering why exactly I hated the only male I've ever met with the closest similarities to that flamboyant blond, let me tell you. It was pretty simple really.

Tamaki Suoh was 2-D.

He was 3-D.

Enough said.

"W-why?" he stuttered, his trembling tone displaying his urge to know the answer.

I sighed, placing my cup of tea on the table. But telling him that wouldn't make a difference. I guess I should just go with my basic answer. "To be frank, I don't really like anyone in this school or non-otaku's in general, but I especially hate obnoxious people like you the most. The only way I'd ever like you is if you were an anime character, sorry."

He fell down in shock. "Obnoxious...? How cruel!"

"Is it really?" I asked aloud, placing my finger on my chin. "I was just saying the truth."

"Truth?" he repeated incredulously.

"Yes, the truth. You're a Tamaki Suoh wannabe and an obnoxious 3-D male."

My words made him fall back down again. I groaned loudly. "Could you stop doing that? It's annoying. If you have something to say, say it!" It wasn't like he even knew who Tamaki Suoh was (because that was just the type of world we've come to), so he shouldn't have even been so offended.

Kazuya got back up and made his way to a corner of the room to sulk. "I can't... You're scary, Hoshino..."

A proud smirk made its way onto my face and I snorted, "Thank you. But if you think I'm scary, try getting Shizuo Heiwajima pissed."

Before he could reply to me, the door to the clubroom swung open, revealing two boys. One had messy auburn hair and similar coloured eyes while the other one was really short and wore a snapback on his head.