* 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍.

𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁  [ . . . ]  𝖺𝗋𝖾  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽  𝗈𝖿  𝗆𝖾  ?

[theyhost]

[  𝖬𝖠𝖸  𝖳𝖧𝖤  𝖯𝖤𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖲  𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧  𝖬𝖤  ]      #𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧  :      𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙷𝙸  𝙵𝚄𝙹𝙸𝙾𝙺𝙰  of  bisco  hatori’s  ouran  high  school  host  club  .     [  𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘈𝘙𝘛  𝘖𝘍  𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘎𝘖.  ]      private  ,  canon  divergent  ,  headcanon  based  .      HOSTED  BY  𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗔  .

                           #𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍.      #𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜.      #𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.      #𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜.

[theyhost]

tanteichi· :

He feels his heart goes ‘doki-doki’ at the sight of Haruhi’s smile ―― a smile he feels a strong need to PRESERVE and protect, that he he’s sure the other members of the host club can vividly relate to. 

To the library? He simply nods. It was a coincidence ―― because he was going to go there as well, after he finished taking in the fresh rain air. “If they are, I’ll pay for the damages.” Mori quietly offers. Of course, he was sure that they were going to deny the help, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was the least he could do ―― as their friend. 

admittedly  ,  mori  knows  them  too  well  .  haruhi  shakes  their  head  ,  a  single  hand  raising  in  protest  ––––    ❝    there’s  no  need  .  if  it  comes  to  that  ,  i’m  more  than  capable  of  paying  myself  .    ❞    a  blatant  LIE  ,  one  that  not  even  haruhi themself  is  convinced  they  believe  .  the  first - year  resists  the   urge  to  double - check  their  totebag  ,  to  examine  the  decorative  leather  bindings  of  their  books  ,  to  contemplate  the  COST  of  said leather  …

haruhi  runs  their  fingers  through  their  hair  ,  further  tousling  rain - soaked  locks  atop  their  head  .   a  quiet  huff  of  breath  .  without  realizing  it  ,  haruhi  leans  ever  so  slightly  into  mori  as  they  huddle  beneath  his  umbrella  .  the  senior’s  presence  has  always  had  a  way  of  calming  haruhi’s  nerves  ,  if  only  for  a  moment  ––––

❝    ––––  thanks  for  the  help  ,  senpai  .  i  hope  i’m  not  keeping  you  from  something  more  important  ...    ❞

[stoptical]

a  multimuse  featuring  original  lore  &  canon  characters  .  private  &  semi-selective  .  as  told  by  athena  ,  21  ,  she/they  .  carrd  .

[theyhost]

cpdaichi· :

HE was too late to notice the stray volleyball, only realizing what had happened when he heard the cellphone hit the hardwood floor. The captain is quick to approach the student, but not without making a point to throw a frightening glare at the player responsible for the accident. 

‘ I’m so sorry about this. ’ Comes his apology, his angry expression replaced with a sympathetic one instead. ‘ Please, allow us to pay for the damages. ’ Surely they could scrounge together some of the club’s funds to help cover the cost. 

haruhi  pauses  for  a  moment  as  they  take  in  their  surroundings  ,  eyes  doe - like  and  wide  .  their  gaze  drifts  across  the  gymnasium  ––––  then  back  to  the  captain  (  just  in  time  to  catch  his  piercing  glare  melt  into  something  far  more  APOLOGETIC  with  a  single  blink  )  .  haruhi  adamantly  shakes  their  head  .  ❝    no  ,  no  ––––  i  can’t  accept  .  after  all  ,  it’s  sort  of  my  fault  .  i’m  the  one  who  interrupted  your  practice  ...    ❞    words  trail  off  as  haruhi  catches  a  few  confused  stares  from  the  other  athletes  .

❝    …  i  actually  came  here  to  speak  with  the  CAPTAIN  of  the  volleyball  team  .  i’m  a  first - year  ,  but  …  i  think  i  could  be  an  asset  to  karasuno’s  team  .    ❞

[theyhost]

@violevin    :    [ WARM ]  sender  finds  the  receiver  has  fallen  asleep  somewhere  and  places  a  blanket  or  jacket  over  them .

haruhi  lays  in  a  slumped  heap  in  one  of  the  club’s  many  armchairs  ,  chestnut - locks  in  disarray  and  feathery  lashes  peacefully  still  .  a  children’s novel  written  in  ITALIAN  rests  open  atop  the  host’s  chest  ,  rising  and  falling  ever  so  slightly  with  each  passing  breath  .  

as  another  day  at  ouran  academy  comes  to  a  close  ,  the  host  club  has  since  closed  its  doors  to  their  guests  for  the  evening  .  a  recent  decision  by  tamaki  to  fly  the  club  ABROAD  for  the  holiday  break  (  to  milan  ,  to  be  exact  )  has  sent  haruhi  into  a  marathon  to  learn  italian  before  the  trip  .  it  isn’t  necessary  ––––  but  haruhi  finds  themself  perturbed  by  the  twins’  surprising  fluency  (  it  will  be  a  cold  day  in  hell  when  haruhi  lets  the  hitachiin  brothers  know  more  than  them  ...  )  .

they  stir  at  the  gentle  weight  of  a  jacket  being  placed  across  their  shoulders  .  amber  hues  flicker  open  ––––  bleary  ,  at  first  ,  but  soon  blinking  at  the  familiar  face  across  from  them  .

❝    ah  ...  hey  ,  kira  .    ❞    haruhi  straightens  up  in  their  chair  .  a  sheepish  smile  ghosts  across  rosy  lips  .    ❝    ...  um  ,  what  time  is  it  ?    ❞

soft  action  prompts    /    accepting  !

[theyhost]

@needlcss  :  "If my health holds up, I'll be going to Russia for the holidays, to celebrate with my family."

haruhi  can’t  help  the  smile  that  tugs  at  their  lips  even  as  they  chew  through  a  mouthful  of  rice  .  the  young  host  has  found  themself  eating  lunch  with  NEKOZAWA  almost  every  day  as  of  late  ––––  much  to  the  twins’  chagrin  (  lunch  used  to  be  their  thing  ...  )  .  it’s  one  of  the  few  moments  in  the  day  where  their  respective  schedules  overlap  ,  and  haruhi  tries  to  make  the  most  of  it  ...  !

❝    ah  ––––  be  sure  to  tell  your  babushka  i  say  hello  !    ❞    doe - like  eyes  are  alight  with  wonder  as  haruhi’s  gaze  settles  upon  the  upperclassman  .    ❝    i’d  love  to  visit  russia  someday  ...  in  the  meantime  ,  i  guess  your  stories  will  have  to  do  ,  nekozawa - senpai  .    ❞

[babyyakuza-deactivated20250219]

my gender is “pretty boy”

[theyhost]

tanteichi· :

Head turns at the voice, gaze tipping downward when he spots Haruhi moving towards him. He listens to their words, before he looked up at the sky. Luckily, he was under the roof of the school’s door, so he managed to avoid getting wet. Haruhi however… He could see the dark spots on their blazer, the bottom of their pants slightly soaked. Mori’s face scrunched and at once, he pulled his umbrella from his backpack, opening it up. 

“Where are you going?” His low voice rumbles in his throat and he stepped closer to Haruhi, holding the umbrella above both of their heads. It was obvious that he planned on walking them to wherever they were going to go.

a  soft  sigh  of  relief  slips  past  rose - hued  lips  as  haruhi  is  shielded  from  the  rain  at  last  .  the  sound  of  raindrops  pattering  against  the  upperclassman’s  umbrella  is  almost  MUSICAL  in  nature  ––––  and  haruhi  can’t  help  the  small  smile  that  illuminates  porcelain  features  .  they  brush  a  damp  lock  of  hair  from  their  honey - colored  eyes  before  their  gaze  rises  to  meet  mori’s  .

❝   ...  i’m  off  to  the  LIBRARY  .  i’ve  got  some  books  to  return  ––––    ❞    haruhi  peers  into  the  totebag  on  their  shoulder  .  dark  brows  knit  together  .    ❝    i  just  hope  that  they’re  not  too  wet  from  the  rain  …    ❞

[memies]

I collect words I wish I could give to you I talk to the sky, I talk to the sky The sky doesn’t say a word

Maddy Estelle, I Talk to the Sky (via memies)

[leneemusing]

SOFT ACTION PROMPTS

[ REQUEST ] sender walks into receiver’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ INVITE ] receiver walks into sender’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ SETTLE ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ ALLOW ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ REST ] sender places their head in receiver’s lap. 

[ RELAX ] receiver places their head in sender’s lap. 

[ EXPLORE ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ MAP ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ SIT ] sender straddles receiver while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talk. 

[ LAY ] receiver straddles sender while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talks. 

[ PERCH ] receiver sits on the counter while sender cooks. 

[ WATCH ] sender sits on the counter while receiver cooks. 

[ CARE ] receiver finds the sender has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ WARM ] sender finds the receiver has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ ESCORT ] receiver notices the sender is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ COMFORT ] receiver sits sideways,  cradled in sender’s lap. 

[ HELD ] sender sits sideways,  cradled in receiver’s lap. 

[ MORNING ] receiver wakes before sender and lays on top of them. 

[ RISE ] sender wakes before receiver and lays on top of them. 

[ JOIN ] receiver is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SHARED ] sender is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SPLASH ] receiver purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while sender watches. 

[ OBSERVE ] sender purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while receiver watches. 

[ APPROACH ] receiver wakes to find sender is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go.

[ RESOLUTE ] sender wakes to find receiver is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go. 

[ ROMANCE ] our muses kiss in the rain. 

[ WALTZ ] our muses dance together in their living room. 

[ WISH ] our muses stargaze. 

[ SUMMER ] our muses relax on a beach. 

[ WINTER ] our muses cuddle while watching a snow storm. 

[theyhost]

❝    well  ,  i  guess  that’s  BROKEN  .    ❞    amber  hues  lower  to  the  shattered  cell  phone  on  the  gymnasium  floor  ––––  knocked  out  of  their  pocket  by  a  stray  volleyball  .  it’s  nothing  more  than  a  simple  ,  pastel - colored  FLIP PHONE  (  the  cheapest  model  haruhi  could  find  )  ,  though  they  bend  down  to  pluck  it  from  the  floor  nonetheless  .  haruhi  pauses  to  note  their  distorted  reflection  in  the  splintered  screen  before  giving  a  nonchalant  shrug  of  their  shoulders  .    ❝    i’ll  have  to  be  more  careful  next  time  ...    ❞

starter  :  @cpdaichi

[theyhost]

❝    oh  ––––  hey  ,  mori - senpai  !   ❞   despite  the  sunshine  overhead  ,  a  cool  rain  drizzles  down  upon  ouran’s  picturesque  campus  .  haruhi  holds  their  uniform  blazer  above  their  head  ,  powder - blue  fabric  darkening  with  every  raindrop  .  they  pause  to  brush  a  lock  of  damp  hair  from  their  honey - colored  eyes  .  tipping  their  head  ever  so  slightly  upward  ,  haruhi’s  gaze  rises  to  meet  the  upperclassman’s  .    ❝    you  wouldn’t  happen  to  have  an  umbrella  ,  would  you  ?  i  didn’t  think  it  was  supposed  to  rain  until  later    ...    ❞ 

starter  :  @tanteichi

[theyhost]

#𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓  :    i  worried  a  lot    .    will  the  garden  grow,    will  the  river  flow  in  the  right  direction,    will  the  earth  turn  as  it  was  taught,    and  if  not,    how  shall  i  correct  it    ?    was  i  right,    was  i  wrong,    will  i  be  forgiven,    𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐢  𝐝𝐨  𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫    ?    

ha.ruhi  fujio.ka  of  bisco  hatori’s  ouran  high  school  host  club  .  cherished  by  athena  .

[theyhost]

❝    hey  ––––  um  ,  sorry  to  drop  in  unannounced  ...    ❞    words  trail  off  .  a  soft  sigh  slips  past  rose - hued  lips  .  haruhi  stands  before  kyoya’s  doorway  with  a  pair  of  BOOKS  tucked  beneath  their  arm  .  chestnut - hued  locks  fall  just  above  their  shoulders  ––––  they  haven’t  gotten  a haircut  since  leaving  for  AMERICA  .  

while  chatting  with  tamaki  and  hikaru  over  lunch  at  their  place  ,  haruhi  had  made  the  innocent  mistake  of  revealing  that  they’d  never  built  a  PILLOW  FORT  as  a  child  (  reading  was  always  far  more  appealing  )  ––––  thus  began  the  challenge  :  who  can  construct  the  greatest  fortress  !  haruhi  promptly  slipped  away  before  either  boy  could  notice  .

❝    tamaki  and  hikaru  have  taken  over  my  room  ––––  it’s  a  long  story  .  mind  if  i  read  in  here  for  a  bit  ?  y’know  ,  just  until  they  tire  themselves  out  .  ❞

starter  :  @cosmaes

[theyhost]

❝    don’t  look  at  me  like  that  .  i  was  running  LATE  this  morning  .    ❞    ...  as  usual  .  unable  to  find  their  uniform  before  stumbling  out  the  door  ,  haruhi  instead  dons  their  father’s  brown  sweater  and  crooked  ,  wire - frame  glasses  .  chestnut  locks  are  askew  ,  cowlicks  in  all  directions  .    ❝    ...  and  i  think  i  left  my  LUNCH  at  home  .  ❞    sigh  .

starter  :  @tofiorire

[theyhost]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  :

you stop .  why are they asking you this -  what do they want to gain out of such a survey on your character.      could they have not inquired to             what are  you going to make me do         instead  ?  you feel  atlas’s burden on your chest .                   the space in which your heart once rested is a         MAGGOTS NEST     growing vile and  sanguine.   and  your fingers turn to  rage ,   to twist in to their arm and to hold them in place as though they were         again a child to scold     and you a father to their  foolish  thoughts.  you grow carmine welts on your skin  your own    grandmother’s    boot          LASHING      out on you and so you  move as though trying to pull out of your own skin. 

❛              ＊.       you can call me  sir suoh .      i am of  class and  good will here at ouran high school and  i have just the way to make you not have to give up money you do not have.     ❜        he is so utterly uneasy that he makes himself be shaped in bold indicators, that come out a disjointed timbre . and thus  he gives himself a title  half uttered to dissuaded disagreement and half presented as armor to     hide from all the things he knew would come         out if he kept this need going .

fingernails  bury  themselves  beneath  the  tender  flesh  of  haruhi’s  FOREARM  ,  leaving  shallow  ,  crescent - shaped  graves  in  their  wake  .  breath  hitches  in  response  .  a  sudden  sear  of  pain  brings  tears  to  sting  at  amber  hues  ––––  yet  haruhi  STEELS  their  gaze  .  porcelain  skin  that  has  never  before  known  such  agony  aches  long  after  being  released  ,  and  haruhi  resists  the  urge  to  coddle  the  afflicted  arm  .

unable  to  utter  a  response  ,  the  commoner  silently  mulls  over  suoh’s  words  .  his  unease  is  PALPABLE  ––––  haruhi  nearly  confuses  it  with  their  own  .  the  blonde’s  voice  ,  an  erratic  cadence  ,  sends  a  chill  down  their  spine  .  that  NAME  ...  !

❝    suoh  ...  ❞    voice  no  louder  than  a  whisper  ,  haruhi  dares  to  test  the  name  on  their  tongue  .  it’s  familiar  ––––  ❝    ...    AH  ,  you  must  be  the  chairman’s  son  .    ❞    a  bit  of  tension  ebbs  from  haruhi’s  rigid  shoulders  .  finally  ,  some  LEVERAGE  .

[theyhost]

haruhi  stifles  a  SNEEZE  with  the  crook  of  their  elbow  .  chestnut  locks  are  askew  ,  sticking  out  in  all  directions  as  tired  eyes  settle  upon  the  dark  magician  .    ❝    sorry  i’m  late  ,  nekozawa - senpai  ––––  i  think  i’ve  caught  the  COLD  that’s  been  going  around  .    ❞    sigh  .  this  is  the  last  thing  haruhi  needs  as  they  enter  FINALS  WEEK  at  the  academy  .

starter  :  @nckczawa