That Time of Month: Ouran Host Club x Reader pt. 2

Cake and Cuties

Tamaki’s POV-

You were shocked. You had just been unceremoniously pushed out into ______’s front hallway, but that wasn’t what was bothering you. How was it that this poor girl was suffering so much when there was something you could do to help? No. This was unacceptable.

Waking from your stupor you noticed the rest of the Host Club making for the front door. “Not so fast men,” you declared. “How can you even think of leaving when there is a poor damsel here who is obviously in need of our help?” Your flair for theatrics was starting to get the better of you. “Is it not the duty of the Ouran High School Host Club to ensure the happiness of every young lady who comes into our company?” At this you received a few tentative nods of approval but you were on a roll. “Lying in that room is a maiden who is very much in need of our abilities! We must ensure the happiness of miss ______ _______!” Beckoning the other members closer, a small smile graced your features as a plan began to form. “Here’s what we’re going to do…”

Your POV-

Haruhi shut your bedroom door quietly. She sat down on the edge of your bed speaking softly “Hey, I know that they can all be idiots sometimes, but they’re gone now, and look…” She reached down into her grocery bag, shuffling around a little bit. There was a short silence followed by more frantic rustling. You gave Haruhi a questioning glance as she looked up at you with an apologetic face. “I guess the lady in the check out isle must’ve forgotten to put the sweets in the bag, _______ I’m so sor-“ you held your hand up, silencing her apology. “It’s fine Haruhi, let’s just watch the movie.” With a resigned sigh she settled onto the bed next to you and grabbed the portable DVD player that she had borrowed from the Hitachiins for the day.

The film was almost twenty minutes in before there was an enthusiastic knocking at your bedroom door. You glanced over at Haruhi, but the puzzled expression on her face only mirrored yours. She shrugged slightly, slipped off of the edge of your bed and then made her way to your bedroom door. She had barely begun to turn the handle when the door was flung open and a short, blond blur made its way into your room. The tiny host jumped on to your bed, wiggling his legs as he tried to pull himself up and in the span of about three seconds you found yourself eye-to-eye with the little lolita boy.

“___-chan!” Honey exclaimed, “Guess what? We have a surprise for you!” He was practically squirming with excitement. “All of the hosts from the Host Club are going to come in and do their best to make you feel better! I get to go first because I asked, and because I wanted you to have my surprise right away!” The boyish host sat back, eyes closed in self-satisfaction. “Whenever I get grumpy or sad the two things that always make me feel better are snuggling with my Usa-chan and cake! Then I thought that those things might make you feel better too so here,” Honey held out his plush rabbit. “You can hold Usa-chan for snuggles right now and then we can eat cake together!”

As if on cue, the other members of the host club entered your room pulling a wheeled cart containing practically every flavor of cake imaginable. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help the way your mouth watered as you were suddenly overcome with a craving for something sweet. “You wouldn’t happen to have (favorite cake flavor), would you?” you asked. Honey only nodded, “mmhmm, and we have lots more.”

You gazed at the tantalizing sweets hungrily, and then looked back to Honey who was staring at you with big, pleading eyes. “___-chan,” Honey began, “the other hosts and I just want to make you feel better.” You glanced at the cake again, back to Honey, and then at Usa-chan who had been tucked under your arm while you were distracted.

What could the harm be? You shrugged your shoulders slightly before holding out your hand for a slice of cake. “Alright,” you said, turning towards the rest of the Host Club gathered in your room again, “make me feel better.”

The rest of the Host Club (well, Honey, Tamaki, and the Hitachiins) cheered and hurried out to prepare for their turns. Perhaps this won’t be so bad after all, you thought to yourself, absentmindedly taking a bite of the cake that had been handed to you. You closed your eyes, savoring the rich flavors as the ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The pain that had ravaged your abdomen was merely a shadow of what it was, your mood had improved greatly, and, if you were being honest with yourself, you were looking forward to what the other hosts had in store.