Ouran High School Host Club

Now that I notice it, you're always there next to me,

but do I actually hate you? Love you?

Or am I delusional?

When I take a look at my feelings clearly,

whether I'm a lady or a host,

it doesn't matter to me.

People fall in love for all sorts of different reasons, but...

I want to see you now,

to give your tender self cherry-blossom kisses,

and if your heart beats faster, let's let our love bloom.

Right now is more vital than the future.

The springtime of love's beauty

is the aesthetic of a damsel in bloom.

"Library Room #4"

There are four whole library rooms, so why do they all have to be noisy?

Mother, up in Heaven, it's been ten years now, huh?

It seems like the children of rich people come to school for the fun of it.

"Music Room #3"

An unused music room...

I guess this is about the only place where I can study in peace and quiet.

Welcome!

When I opened the door, there was the Host Club.

"Starting Today, You Are a Host!"

Those with the wherewithal--

first, in social standing, and second, in money--

spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy.

As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys

with too much time on their hands entertain and charm girls,

who also have too much time on their hands.

It is the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super rich.

H-Host Club?

Oh, it's a boy.

Hikaru and Kaoru, this visitor is in the same class as you, right?

Yes, he is, but he isn't very sociable, so we don't know him too well.

It's impolite to say it like that.

Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Honor Student.

What? Then, this exceptionally rare

honor student we've heard about, Fujioka Haruhi, is you?

How do you know my name?

It's just that our school tradition makes it difficult for commoners to get in.

"Commoner"

I've been told that unless you possess a rather audacious nerve,

"Audacious" "Commoner"

you cannot become an honor student here.

Why... thank you...

Yes! He's saying that you are a hero, Fujioka-kun!

Even though you might be at the head of the class,

you are still the poorest person in the whole school.

Maybe you lowly people are looked down upon.

No, I wouldn't necessarily go that far.

It doesn't matter, does it? Long live the poor!

Welcome to our world of beauty, poor man!

Excuse me.

Hey! Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Haru-chan, you're a hero? Amazing!

I'm not a hero, I'm just an honor student.

And who are you calling "Haru-chan"?

Still, to think that such a fabled, erudite student would be gay...

Gay?

What is your preference?

The wild type?

The boy Lolita type?

The little devil type?

The cool type?

I-It's not like that!

I was just looking for a quiet place where I could study.

Or maybe...

...you'd like to try me? How about it?

The Renaissance vase that was to be featured in the school auction!

Now you've done it.

We were going to start the bidding at 8 million yen for that!

8 million yen?!

How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in 8 million?

Um, can I pay you back?

Could you even?

You can't even afford the designated uniform.

What is that grubby outfit, anyway?

What will it be, Tamaki?

Have you ever heard this saying, Fujioka-kun?

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do!"

If you have no money, then pay with your body.

"Sudden change in attitude"

Starting today, you are the Host Club's dog!

"Dog"

This is too much, Mom.

I've been captured by a ridiculous bunch who call themselves a "Host Club."

Poke, poke.

"The Host Club is now open for business"

Tamaki-kun, what's your favorite music?

That one tune, that reminds me of you,

of course.

I baked you a cake today. Would you have some for me?

"High School 2nd-Year, Suou Tamaki (Host Club King)"

If you will feed it to me.

Oh, Tamaki-kun!

Tamaki-sama, I heard...

You're keeping an unpedigreed little kitten?

I wouldn't say a kitten, more like...

Oh, speak of the devil.

Thanks for shopping for us, little piglet.

Did you get everything bought all right?

"High School 1st-Year, Fujioka Haruhi (Host Club Dog)"

P-Pig?

So, what's this, then?

Just what it looks like. It's coffee.

I've never seen this name brand.

Is this the kind that's already ground?

No, it's instant.

Instant?

Oh, commoners' coffee, where you only have to add hot water, right?

Ooh, I've heard of this.

So it's true about poor people not having any free time,

so they can't even grind their own beans, huh?

Commoners have their wisdom.

It says that 100g costs 300 yen.

That's an incredible price drop.

I'll go buy something else.

Excuse me for not getting expensive beans.

No, wait!

I'll drink this.

I'll drink this, all right!

All right, Haruhi,

come over here and make this commoners' coffee.

Damn these rich people...

Oh, Tamaki-sama, you carry the joke too far.

There's no way that such a lowly person's drink

will be to your taste.

Huh?

Forgive me.

I was talking to myself.

Haruhi!

Okay, okay...

"Demonstration of commoners' coffee, by a commoner"

There you go.

Let the tasting begin.

I'm a little scared to drink this.

If I drink this, my father will yell at me.

What if you drank it from my mouth?

I-I'd drink it.

Good grief...

So then, he had this terrible dream, and when he bolted up from it...

Hikaru! Not that story!

You're awful, telling that story in front of others.

Kaoru...

"High School 1st-Years, Hitachiin Hikaru & Kaoru"

I'm sorry, Kaoru.

You were just so cute when it happened, I couldn't help myself.

Hikaru...

"We twins are the Hitachiin Brothers"

Waah! What beautiful brotherly love!

Why are they crying for joy? I don't understand at all.

I'm sorry, I'm late.

Honey-kun! Mori-kun!

We've been waiting this whole time for you!

I'm sorry.

"High School 3rd-Year, Morinozuka Takashi ('Mori' for short)"

I was waiting for Takashi to get out of his swordsmanship club,

but I drifted off to sleep.

"High School 3rd-Year, Haninozuka Mitsukuni ('Honey' for short)"

And I still seem to be sleepy.

How cute!

Is that boy really a 3rd-Year?

Honey-senpai is a prodigy, despite his appearance.

And Mori-senpai's draw is his silent disposition.

Haru-chan!

Haru-chan, want to have some cake with me?

No, I don't really like sweets...

Well, I'll let you borrow my bunny, Usa-chan!

No, I'm not up for Usa-chan, either.

You don't like my Usa-chan?

I-It is cute, huh?

Take good care of it, okay?

Our club's policy is to utilize everyone's individual characteristics

to respond to the needs of our guests.

By the way, around here, Tamaki is number one, the king.

His request rate is 70 percent.

What is the world coming to?

"High School 2nd-Year, Otori Kyoya (Vice-president)"

By the way, with your 8 million-yen debt,

you are this club's dog until you graduate--

oh, pardon me, errand boy.

You're free to run away,

but my family employs an able, private police force of roughly 100.

Do you have a passport?

"Meaning, 'you won't be able to stay in Japan'."

Yeah, be sure to work hard,

"Dasa-oka"-kun.

Please don't do that.

You're not going to get any girls, as disheveled as you look.

I'm not interested in getting any in the first place.

What are you talking about? This is important.

Becoming a fine man, and pleasing the ladies, is everything.

It doesn't matter either way, does it?

Men, women, appearances, and such?

What's important as a person is what's on the inside, right?

I can't understand why this kind of club even exists.

It's such a cruel thing, isn't it?

Once in a while,

God creates the perfect person, both inside and out.

Huh?

I understand how you must feel, wanting to console yourself like that.