Ouran PSLs

[showbaka]

[It's not uncommon to hear Kamiyama Academy mentioned. The prestigious private school located in Tokyo is a highly sought after destination to educate the rich and famous' youth-- and a highly competitive one, at that.

Anyone who steps foot on campus will instantly be met with how dazzling it is. Carefully manicured gardens and trees with full blooming cherry blossoms line the buildings. Instead of depressing, cramped corridors and fluorescent lights, the interiors have sweeping staircases and high, intricate rose colored ceilings. Classes are demanding, but engaging, and there is an abundance of clubs and organizations, practically everything a student could dream of.

Including the admired, and ever-popular Host Club.

The first thing anyone will notice is the scent of roses and spring. Soft, not overwhelming. Something that beckons them to the mahogany doors that seem to open on their own. A room not unlike the ones outside, but this one is softer. Cozier, more intimate, without sacrificing sophistication. Roses adorn vases that cost more than a student's tuition, breaking up the pale blush walls. There is the scent of tea, and sugar, and the hum of chatting students who sit on plush chairs and sofas. They sound happy.

And, standing there as if knowing they would stumble into this world, is one of the hosts. Smiling a practiced smile. Offering his hand out.]