Nothing Comes for Free (Kyoya x Fem!reader)

The opulent Music Room 3, usually a symphony of laughter and clinking teacups, was unusually tense. Kyoya Ootori, the Host Club's ever-calculating vice-president, massaged the bridge of his nose, a rare sign of his growing annoyance.

"The budget is getting tight," he stated, his voice devoid of its usual silky charm. "Tamaki's expensive whims and the regularity of our expenses are unsustainable without an increase in clientele."

Tamaki Suoh, the club's dramatic president, slumped in a velvet armchair, seemingly deflated. "But my dear Kyoya, our charm knows no bounds! How can we possibly attract more?" he wailed.

Hikaru and Kaoru, the mischievous twins, chimed in, "Everyone in the school already knows about us!"

It was Haruhi, the pragmatic scholarship student, who finally broke the deadlock. "Why don't we do something different? Like a female host?"

A chorus of surprise rippled through the room. Kyoya's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, a flicker of something new in their depths. "Then who do you suggest, Haruhi?"

Haruhi's gaze landed on you, quietly observing from a corner. "There's Y/N L/N. She's in Kyoya-senpai and Tamaki-senpai's class. She's friends with Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai."

The idea was met with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but Kyoya's final, chillingly decisive "Fine" sealed your fate. You were to be the Host Club's newest, most reluctant, and perhaps most intriguing addition.