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HOPE'S. PEAK. HIGH. SCHOOL. HOST CLUB!!!!

My name is Silver Renaud. I'm a first-year at Hope's Peak Academy, my birthday is February 7^th, my favourite food is eggs, my blood type is AB... and I've completely lost control of my life.

See, it all started when I got this acceptance letter to this super-exclusive school. They don't even have an entrance exam, they just pick you based on your over-the-top talents. I go to school with published authors, Olympic athletes, movie directors, even supposedly super-amazing calligraphers who can write perfectly even backwards, all at high school age. The stupid part is my title, "Super High School Level Trader." It's supposedly about how I made my family rich being a prodigy on the stock market. Hah. That was just a cover-up for my dad's mob activities, and they bought it. The poor normal kid who got here on a "good luck" draw has more of a reason to come here than I do.

Okay, the really stupid stuff started when I broke a priceless vase in somebody's clubroom.

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Way too many students came in today for a club that's just about sitting and flirting with people. I don't even know how to flirt, so I just don't. Apparently, they think that's just as good, anyway. I sat at the table and sighed as we started cleaning up.

A tall blond kid came over to my table and shook my shoulder.

"Hey, you know you don't actually have to do this. You're a super stock trader, you could just pay off your debt the normal way if you hate the Host Club so much."

Dave Strider, Super High School Level Knight. A foreign kid whose accomplishments in art and being in the right place to rescue foreign dignitaries got him knighted by three different governments by the age of sixteen. He's one of my best friends in this school, definitely in this club, and he's still the biggest idiot I know.

"It's fine," I said, waving my hand. "It's not like I care. It's just tiring."

A girl sat down next to us in an old-fashioned version of the uniform she probably inherited from a relative who was lucky enough to go here.

"Are you certain? I'd hate to cause you trouble, you know, you've been wonderful to us. I don't think I'd have been able to make it through today with all those suitors from the student body had you not appeared to lighten the load for us all, and brought us more baking besides!"

Meridiana always knew the right things to say. That was probably why she was the Super High School Level Seeress, after all. She had some kind of power to see the truth or the future? I hadn't really paid attention in the news. Her fortune-telling booths at club events sure brought in some extra money, though.

"Thanks," I said with a shrug. "You guys are great, too. I can handle this weird club and its customers. I mean, all we do is talk to them."

"You make it seem effortless." She touched her own hair, still getting used to the short length. We'd been trying to cut our own hair and she'd had... kind of an accident. "I suppose it's because they've deemed you a 'rebellious type,' isn't it? So even if you act disinterested, that's what they've arrived to see. That's somewhat true for the both of you, actually, since Dave's 'cool type' simply means he can speak about whatever he feels."

"Don't sell yourself short, babes," Dave said with a wink at Meridiana. Was it at her? I think it was at her. "You keep the fans coming like they're water and we're the other end of the river and you're seven thousand kilos of dynamite and you just blew up the dam. Boom. Water everywhere. RIP, abandoned old town at the bottom of the hill that no one lived in anymore anyway."

"Goodness," Meridiana said, touching her face. I was probably smiling by then. Sometimes I can't really tell.

"Hey, good job today!" Someone clapped me on the back. I jolted up and got to my feet, only to turn and see the two other club members waving and smiling at me.

"You two are way too happy," I said. "Someone give you tips or what?"

Allie Underhill and Mochizuki Ryouji. She's the Super High School Level Guile, who was held for ransom once to her rich family but talked her way out of the kidnapping and ended up making the kidnappers turn themselves in. He's the Super High School Level Flirt. I didn't even know that was a talent you could go to this school for, but apparently, he filled up an entire shipment of little black address books in the space of a week once. This whole club was his idea, something about how dates are so much fun and so many people want to go on them. Not hard to expect from someone whose habits made jealous significant others start calling him a Super High School Level Harbinger behind his back.

Allie gave a thumbs up. "Well, you know. Successful day, that kind of stuff! Everyone's super psyched for that ball we're throwing in a week and some."

"So many cute people..." Did Ryouji have little flowers and sparkles surrounding him? "They're all going to be really happy! I can't wait to see everyone dressed up. Oh, did we get the decorations all squared away yet?"

"Everything we need." Dave snapped his fingers. "Harks said she was taking care of it, all the way down to the horses. Gotta have horses."

"I've never been to a Western-themed ball before," Meridiana said, "but I'm sure it must be fun! Silver, have you tried your outlaw suit on yet? I'm sure you'll look as wonderful as Dave does in his sheriff costume."

"I'll get to it." I sighed. "Whose idea was it to base the ball off a Western, anyway?"

In unison, everyone else at the table said, "Behind you."

I groaned and turned around again. Down there was a smiling girl with mismatched side ponytails, carrying a clipboard covered in incomprehensible doodles.

"Yaha, Silver-kun! I heard you had stuff to say about the Western theme. Lots of people are excited for it, you know, you know. Besides, you complained about the fruit-themed party last month, and everybody loved that! Didn't they, guys?"

Saigusa Haruka, the Super High School Level Repair Girl. Proof that even people with normal talents can be the least comprehensible people you know. She showed up to club one day and declared herself our "manager," and now she helps out planning all our club events. You'd think fixing all the bulletin boards and fences around the school would take up all her time...

"I guess," I managed to say. "Thanks for the outlaw costume. I think. I mean, it's pretty okay." Under my breath, I added, "At least I didn't have to dress up as a cow."

"I love my cow costume!" Ryouji piped up. Knowing him, he actually did love the cow costume.

Haruka clapped. "Great! I'm gonna take some more notes to the faculty advisor if anyone has anything to say. Or, if Silver-kun wanted to come see him too..."

"What's with that weird look you're giving me?" I asked. She was leering and making that devious smile and everything!

"Oh, I don't know." Not Allie, too! "I think we all understand the real reason you decided to join the Host Club after finding out Tsukiyama was the faculty advisor."

"Come on, guys!" I felt my face heating up. Surrounded. This is how I die. "He's, what, twenty-something-or-other, and he's married, and so what if he's always nice to me and his clothes are amazing and he's always expressing himself with these cool gestures and he really makes you want to pay attention to what he's saying and he's rich enough to have two or three mansions and he knows where to find beauty in everything and he's always being poetic and okay, basically anyone would be attracted to that guy, but..."

The door burst open and a gale of flower petals flew in, blown by fans set up behind the flawless purple-haired faculty advisor making a flourishing gesture with his hands in the air.

"Ah, bonjour, everyone! I hope I wasn't interrupting anything...?"

Bury my dignity somewhere deep underneath the school.

This is a really great fill. I like the way that the voices ring true, especially beleaguered Silver, while the circumstances have changed from their homeworlds to the more lighthearted tone of Ouran. Ryouji is probably the best example, what with the Harbinger incorporated backhandedly.

I love where you ended the fill - perfect comic timing. At the same time, I wish I could see more from this universe, everyone has a place! Isabelle the hardworking Secretary. Futo on the board of directors since before the Everett ancestor attended the school and keeping in shape by throwing plates. I assume Tsukiyama's husband works on the school grounds as an actual sculptor, albeit one with a keen eye for anatomy?

Thank you for this fill. I have read it three separate times and not commenting either earlier time was a sin.

Thank you! I'm very glad you liked it. Those ideas sound great, too!

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