This World Needs an Ouran Host Club!

[Every time the support potion count passes a thousand, I’ll add another chapter]

Back in the story, identity revealed, confession made (official announcement)

*Third-person narration | Currently covering Monthly Girls’

The world was destroyed, and you, from the future, were randomly thrown into a universe filled with pink rose petals.

On your first day in this universe, your father prepared a boys’ school uniform and shoe inserts to make you look taller.

You, biologically female: ?

On your seventh day in this universe, you walked into the elite high school your father had arranged for you to attend: Ouran.

That afternoon, you pushed open the door to the Third Music Room.

As an inexplicable shower of rose petals fell, you stepped on a banana peel thrown by a gorilla and crashed into a bespectacled man. He slammed into the corner of a table, bruising his back and waist.

Ah... the third son of the Ootori family.

You tried to compensate him with money, but...

“He may be a little short, but he’s exactly the type we’re missing,” said the blond man, his voice full of mysterious affection.

“Yeah, Kanade-chan is the melancholy type!” Where did that elementary schooler come from?

“Ah.” Huh?

“Well, well, I think we already have enough people, ”

“But if the eldest wants to bring someone else in, ”

“We don’t mind having another toy, ”

They were performing a comedy double act.

The man’s narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes curved behind his glasses as he smiled like a fox from a fairy tale.

“Then join the Ouran High School Host Club and work off your debt.”

Huh?

Host? Was it a public relations and outreach department?

You tilted your head, still missing some general knowledge, and agreed.

On your second day in the club, you wondered whether you should tell them your biological sex. But as a vase shattered with a crisp crash, you witnessed a lovely young girl transform into a natural-born male host.

Oh! You suddenly understood. It didn’t matter whether you were a boy or a girl.

Our Host Club existed to protect girls’ futures and happiness!

Before you read:

1. A silly romantic comedy with an old-fashioned plot. Don’t scrutinize the details.

2. Bonus chapters include non-canon pairing what-if stories, marked with a warning. Don’t read them if you mind.

3. The main story and bonus chapters include Kanade x Kyoya, Tamaki x Haruhi, and Nozaki x Chiyo. Don’t read if you dislike these pairings.

4. Let’s agree to disagree. Love and peace. No unsolicited writing advice.

5. Suggestions for bonus chapters are welcome. I’ll do my best to make them happen :D

Thanks to everyone supporting the official release. Thank you all!

Character design by: HiTec_Haiwei

Thanks to my friends for the gift!

And, dedicated to Kitada,

your adorable Ouran-themed birthday present

inspired this book.

All the best!

Coming soon

[Jujutsu Kaisen] My Cursed Technique Is “Host”

The year she graduated from middle school, Haruhi Fujioka passed a highly competitive entrance exam and became...

a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High!

Haruhi Fujioka: Huh?

The short-haired girl stared at the unfamiliar, old-fashioned school gates for a long moment, then turned to leave.

“Don’t go!” the world’s consciousness cried. “If you become a Special Grade sorcerer, I’ll bring your mother back to life!”

Haruhi Fujioka stopped walking.

When Kento Nanami first met Haruhi Fujioka, the short-haired boy was struggling to carry a box upstairs.

Yu Haibara cheerfully rushed over to carry his classmate’s luggage, calling out, “It’s so great that we’re all boys!”

But Kento Nanami looked at his petite classmate and objectively wondered if they would even 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 by her ear.

“Domain Expansion: Third Music Room.”

Cherry blossoms suddenly swirled down, sweeping up everyone who had appeared inside a magnificent music room.

Shoko Ieiri watched with interest as two scumbags suddenly slipped on banana peels on the training field and fell, catching a handful of rose petals.

What had originally been an attack unleashed by Suguru Geto’s cursed spirit had turned into harmless flower petals.

Well, well.

“Ah, sorry, were you asking about my cursed technique?” Haruhi Fujioka belatedly realized, waving her hand to dispel the domain. She turned to the petrified Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara and said, “My technique is called ‘Host.’ It’s a strange name, and I don’t know how it works yet.”

How could you use a Domain Expansion if you didn’t know how your technique worked?!

After enrolling, Haruhi Fujioka felt that the world wasn’t as dark as the world’s consciousness had made it out to be. Her classmates and upperclassmen were all so nice.

Nanami was a tsundere with a soft heart. He couldn’t help looking away when he talked to her and always took good care of her.

Haibara was cheerful and outgoing. He always brought back a pile of souvenirs after missions, and he always gave her double.

Shoko-senpai would put out her cigarette when Haruhi came near, ruffle her hair, and heal her with Reverse Cursed Technique.

Gojo-senpai, with white hair and blue eyes, liked giving her Kikufuku. Geto-senpai, with his strange bangs, was very gentle and liked inviting her to ride on his Rainbow Dragon, though Gojo-senpai seemed to have a problem with that.

Well, riding the bus back to the dorms with Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara was nice too.

The upperclassmen behind her started “sparring” again, while Haruhi Fujioka, completely unaware, happily ate premium tuna sashimi.

The world is wonderful... Huh, someone’s trying to assassinate the Star Plasma Vessel?

Another day of working hard to become a Special Grade sorcerer!

Theme: Every kind of love deserves to be cherished