This World Needs an Ouran Host Club!

【One bonus chapter for every thousand nutrient solutions】 I’m back, my identity is exposed, and I’ve confessed my feelings (official statement) *Main story told in third person | Currently crossing over into Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun The world was destroyed, and you, from the future, were randomly tossed into a universe where pink rose petals drifted through the air. On your first day in this universe, your father prepared a boys’ school uniform and height-boosting insoles for you. You, biologically female: ? On your seventh day in this universe, you entered the prestigious high school your father had arranged for you: Ouran. That afternoon, you pushed open the door to the Third Music Room. Amid a sudden shower of roses, you stepped on a banana peel thrown by a gorilla and crashed into a bespectacled man’s arms. The impact sent him into the corner of a table, leaving his back and waist bruised purple. Ah… the third young master of the Ootori family. You tried to compensate him with money, but… “She’s a little short, but she’s just the type we’re missing,” said the blond man, his voice full of unfathomable tenderness. “Mhm, Kanade-chan is the melancholy type!” Where did this elementary schooler come from? “Ah.” What? “Well, well, I think we already have enough people, ” “But if the president wants to bring someone else in, ” “We don’t mind having another toy, ” That was a double act. Then the man’s narrow fox eyes curved behind his glasses. He smiled like a fox from a fairy tale. “Then join the Ouran High School Host Club and work off the damages.” Huh? Public relations? Is that the outreach department? You tilted your head, still lacking the basic knowledge to understand, and agreed. On your second day in the club, you wondered whether to tell them your biological sex. But when a vase shattered with a crisp crash, you witnessed a young woman transform into a natural-born male host. Oh! You suddenly understood. So whether you’re a man or a woman doesn’t matter at all. Our Host Club exists to protect young women’s future happiness! Before you read: 1. A silly romantic comedy with an old-fashioned plot. Don’t scrutinize the details. 2. The bonus chapters include non-canon pairing “what if” routes, marked with 【Warning】. Please skip them if that bothers you. 3. The main story and bonus chapters feature Kanade x Kyoya, Tamaki x Haruhi, and Nozaki x Chiyo. Please don’t read if you dislike these pairings. 4. Let’s agree to disagree. Love and peace. No unsolicited writing advice. 5. Feel free to request bonus chapters. I’ll do my best to make your wishes come true :D Thanks to everyone supporting the official release. You’re the best! Character designs by: HiTec_Haiwei Thanks to my friends for the gift! And, dedicated to Kitada. Your adorable Ouran-themed birthday gift inspired this book. Best wishes! Coming Soon [Jujutsu Kaisen] The Name of My Cursed Technique Is Host Club The year she graduated middle school, Haruhi Fujioka passed the entrance exam, which only one in a thousand applicants could manage, and became… a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High! Haruhi Fujioka: Huh? The short-haired girl stared for a long while at the unfamiliar, old-fashioned entrance to the school, then turned to leave. “Don’t go!” the World Will cried. “If you become a Special Grade sorcerer, I’ll bring your mother back to life!” Haruhi Fujioka stopped walking. … The first time Kento Nanami saw Haruhi Fujioka, the short-haired boy was struggling to carry a suitcase upstairs. Yu Haibara cheerfully rushed over to carry his classmate’s luggage, calling, “It’s so great that we’re all boys!” But Kento Nanami looked at his petite classmate and objectively wondered whether she’d survive. “What’s your cursed technique?” He needed a partner he could trust with his back. “My cursed technique?” Haruhi Fujioka thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers beside her ear. “Domain Expansion: The Third Music Room.” Cherry blossoms suddenly swirled down, sweeping over everyone who had appeared inside a lavish music room. Shoko Ieiri watched with interest as two pieces of human trash suddenly stepped on banana peels and slipped over on the training ground, catching a handful of rose petals. What had originally been an attack by one of Suguru Geto’s cursed spirits had turned into harmless petals. Well, well. “Oh, sorry, you were asking about my cursed technique.” Haruhi Fujioka was a beat slow to catch on. She waved her hand and dismissed the domain, then said to the petrified Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara, “My cursed technique is called Host Club. It’s a strange name, but I haven’t figured out how it works yet.” How can you use a domain if you don’t know how your technique works?! … After enrolling, Haruhi Fujioka felt that the world wasn’t as dark as the World Will had described. Her classmates and upperclassmen were all so caring. Nanami is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He can’t help looking away when he talks to her, and he takes such good care of her. Haibara is cheerful and friendly. He always brings back a mountain of souvenirs from missions, and hers are invariably a double portion. Shoko puts out her cigarette when Haruhi comes near, ruffles her hair, and heals her wounds with Reverse Cursed Technique. The white-haired, blue-eyed Gojo likes to bring her Kikufuku, and Suguru, the upperclassman with the strange bangs, is so gentle and often invites her to ride Rainbow Dragon with him. But Gojo seems to have a problem with that. Well, it’s nice to ride the bus back to the dorms with Shoko, Nanami, or Haibara, too. The upperclassmen behind her started “sparring” again. Oblivious, Haruhi Fujioka happily ate premium tuna sashimi. The world is beautiful… Wait, someone wants to assassinate the Star Plasma Vessel? Another day of striving to become a Special Grade sorcerer! Theme: Every kind of love deserves to be treasured