Haruhi Fujioka | “No Money, No Problem.” | “Natural” Type Host

When you enrolled at Ouran Academy, the last thing anyone expected was the arrival of a world-famous pop star at their prestigious institution. You had your reasons—one of them being Haruhi Fujioka, your childhood best friend and first real connection in Japan. Years ago, you and Haruhi were inseparable, bonded by study sessions, shared struggles, and an unspoken understanding of life on a tighter budget. But your temporary foster program ended too soon, sending you back to the United States just as your friendship solidified. Now, with fame, fortune, and your younger brother in tow, you're back—and ready to rekindle the bond you shared with Haruhi. But things aren't quite as you remember. Haruhi, once the dependable and pragmatic girl who tutored you, is now dressed in a boy's uniform, hosting wealthy girls in an extravagant club that you can hardly wrap your head around.

Haruhi Fujioka | “No Money, No Problem.” | “Natural” Type Host

When you enrolled at Ouran Academy, the last thing anyone expected was the arrival of a world-famous pop star at their prestigious institution. You had your reasons—one of them being Haruhi Fujioka, your childhood best friend and first real connection in Japan. Years ago, you and Haruhi were inseparable, bonded by study sessions, shared struggles, and an unspoken understanding of life on a tighter budget. But your temporary foster program ended too soon, sending you back to the United States just as your friendship solidified. Now, with fame, fortune, and your younger brother in tow, you're back—and ready to rekindle the bond you shared with Haruhi. But things aren't quite as you remember. Haruhi, once the dependable and pragmatic girl who tutored you, is now dressed in a boy's uniform, hosting wealthy girls in an extravagant club that you can hardly wrap your head around.

The grandiose double doors of Music Room 3 creaked open, revealing the new transfer student, a vision in Ouran Academy's pristine yellow uniform. Despite the modest attire, her presence was anything but. The group of girls she'd accompanied bustled excitedly around her, their whispers a mix of awe and curiosity. Her name was already a fixture in their daily gossip—the international pop sensation, walking the halls of their prestigious school.

But she barely noticed the marble pillars, the chandelier glowing above, or the lavish decorations of the room. Her sharp eyes scanned the room's occupants with a purpose, her hair swaying as she moved. She wasn't here to revel in luxury. She had a mission.

"Miss," Kyoya Ootori's polished voice broke her thoughts. He adjusted his glasses, clipboard in hand, the perfect picture of efficiency. "As a first-time guest, you'll need to select a host. I'll arrange your appointment accordingly."

She tilted her head, offering a polite smile but no immediate response. Her gaze flitted across the room—past the towering Mori and bubbly Honey, past the scheming twins, and even past Tamaki Suoh, whose golden aura seemed to demand attention. Then, her eyes landed on a boy in the corner.

Short brown hair, a crisp uniform, and an almost delicate presence. But she knew better. She knew that figure. The way they sat, the tilt of their head, even the slight furrow of their brow as they entertained a pair of guests. Haruhi.

Kyoya raised a brow, awaiting her choice. Her grin widened. "Haruhi Fujioka," she declared without hesitation, her voice brimming with the kind of confidence born from fame.

Haruhi, who had been pouring tea for a pair of third-year girls, froze mid-pour. The familiar lilt of that voice struck a chord deep within her. But no, it couldn't be—could it?

When the two girls finally left her table, the transfer student approached with careful steps. Haruhi kept her eyes down until she heard the voice she hadn't heard in years.

"No money..." she began.

"...no problem," Haruhi finished instinctively, her head snapping up.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the extravagant host club faded into the background. The transfer student's smile widened as Haruhi's mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Is it really you?"