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OOC: I’m gonna be pretty busy this weekend, but I advise those in the OwaSera Host Club Group to interact if they haven’t yet.

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|| Apprentice ||

Counselors aside, Mika hated the fact that clubs were deemed more of a necessity in this academy than actual classes. The academy supported enjoyment and happiness, so why couldn’t Mika take nothing but classes? The blonde grumbled to himself as he wandered the school’s hallways. How was he supposed to find a club that would suit his tastes? A majority of the clubs he’d been to so far were obnoxious.

However. There was one club that Mika had heard about from dozens of students.

The Host Club.

Mika had no idea what it was about, and, well, it intrigued him since the club’s description was quite vague. The door of the abandoned music room seemed to almost beckon to him as he approached it.

He wasn’t expecting to get a face-full of rose petals upon opening the golden-trimmed door.

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|| Seduction ||

Mika was one of the newer members of the school’s “Host Club” as they called it. He hadn’t actually intended on being in this ridiculous club, but, his counselor had suggested- and by suggested...well, it was more forced than suggested. All of the other clubs had seemed ridiculously dull.

Though, of the clubs, the most ridiculous was the Host Club. Mika had been roped into joining it knowing that it would satisfy his counselor and knowing that he didn’t actually have to be himself. He could pretend he was someone else constantly and earn money. There wasn’t really much of a script to follow either.

However, knowing that he’d have to have a partner...

That bothered him.

“Yuuichiro?” Mika called, brushing his golden hair out of his frosty blue eyes. He hadn’t gotten too well acquainted with the other club members just yet.