karincloud asked: ….I was kind of thinking that Yu would just summon the persona Unicorn ._. But if that’s what you two want to do…((ROFL)

personahostclub:

“….” 

Yu looked at his guest wondering why didn’t think of such a simple solution. 

“Anything to entertain a guest, even if that means more effort,” Yu elegantly replied. He honestly wanted to pay Yosuke back for all the times he pranked him by spiking his tea. 

“Yosuke, hurry up.” 

“Well, I can’t reach the zipper on the back of this suit.”

Yosuke continued to struggle to finish put on the unicorn suit, while swearing under his breath. Eventually, he gave up and turned to Yu who was just standing there with his usual deadpan face.

“Damn it Yu! Help me with this stupid thing.”

i wanna see yu and jin be cutesy with one another and a large order of fries.

i wanna see yu and jin be cutesy with one another and a large order of fries.

Anonymous

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We’ll deliver it together..

Jin’s heart started beating faster than before once he replayed those words in his mind. He kept eyes on the other while hooking his arm around Yu’s neck, smothering his face close to his shoulder. He felt soft.. Like a marshmallow pillow. Upon closer inspection, Jin believed that perhaps the silver haired youth was indeed a large marshmallow pillow! This hallucination of his couldn’t get any better; his pillow had come to save him from the malicious french fries which are trying to reign over the host club. His arms wrapped themselves around Yu’s waist, dropping the plate of fries as he further brought his body closer, nuzzling his face to the young man’s chest after taking most of his sweet scent from his neck. “Marshmallow pillow, you smell like fucking delicious cake. But I hate cake, did you know I’m not really a fan of sweets and i cry myself to sleep if I don’t organize my suitcase before going to bed or if my bombs go off without a second notice.” He tightened his hold around the deadpanned sheet whilst shedding a wide smile. Yes, the hallucinogen had kicked in. Bad. “I love you, marshmallow.”

————————————————————————————————————— Yu’s body completely froze over when Jin, the one who usually threatened to set his “bowl head” on fire was wrapping his arm around him and even nuzzling his face into his shoulder. Yu looked down at the Devil Type only to see a hazy pink. Whatever brand of sugar they put into the sweets at the host club, it sure was potent. Now that there was a heavy rosy glow surrounding Jin, he couldn’t help but be reminded of Nanako. She would always sport clothes with the same pastel pink hue.  Yu ignored the loud clattering as the plate of fries dropped on the floor. He was usually irritated by wasting food (why else would he resort to eating grass), but right now he was too occupied with his “little sister.”  “You shouldn’t use words like that,” Yu gently admonished. Why would his little sister use such vulgar words?  “I love you too.” Yu hugged Jin back completely confused by his furst sugar rush. 

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Yu stared at the guest’s rather incredulous request. It was times like these when he severely doubted whether or not humanity existed at all. Repeating the Host Club’s strictest rule “The Guest’s orders are absolute” in his mind, Yu stood up to get the school project. 

He did it once before, the second time wouldn’t be too bad, right? Grabbing the pot of grass, Yu trudged back to his seat preparing himself for the most bitter meal he would ever have. 

Yu eyed the guest in hopes that they would change their mind, but his efforts were futile. He grabbed a patch of grass and stared at it. At least it was a healthy alternative to all the sweets and tea he drank when conversing with the guests. 

With a deadpanned expression, Yu placed the handful of grass into his mouth and began to chew. Thankfully his Courage was high enough for him to brave this task. The grass made an unattractive crunching noise in his mouth and as expected the taste was absolutely bitter especially since he just ate a slice of cake. He swallowed hard trying to erase any remnants of the taste. 

“Delicious.” Yu lied. He had on a glazed expression, but he vowed to himself he would never do this again. 

((FAIR ENOUGH ANON.))

After a night of intense studying and working on his nails, the Shadow was tired. Really, he should not have been around people in the state he was in. In just the last hour, he had broken several expensive plates and accidently poured tea on the bare legs of a customer. 

She’d be fine… right?

Not really caring in any matter, he suddenly became aware of his body beginning to slouch. Flopping over, he laid his head upon the shoulder of the teen sitting next to him, which happened to be Yu. Eyes closing heavily, he made no intention of moving. 

“Yu Senpai.” he called quietly, not entirely sure he was really speaking or if he was already sleeping. “Be honest with me… do I have crows feet…?” Always one for vanity, he was sincerely worried about the condition of his face. 

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Yu’s guest had just left, hopefully he succeeded in entertaining her. Honestly, he was beginning to wonder why he was hired for a host job when all he did listen quietly and then blurt out a random comment. Then again, perhaps all they needed was someone who would listen. Yu opened up a book to relax until he was requested by another guest. 

Before he could even read the first sentence he felt a weight hitting his shoulder. He turned his head hoping it wasn’t like the guest who requested to have a staring competition with him. It was quite uncomfortable. Instead it was Shadow Kanji. Stiffening up a bit, Yu closed his book. Shadow Kanji had been having a rough couple days with the guests and his exaggerated sigh only made his exhaustion more clear to Yu. 

“Yes,” Yu replied bluntly as he crossed his arm infront of his chest, “But you’re still glowing with youth, Shadow Kanji.” Yu added. He literally as glowing though. He always had a rosy aura surrounding him. Perhaps that was why he was the Sweet Type, there was always a pleasant flowery scent following him everywhere. 

“Take a nap, I think Kanji and Yosuke will take care of the guests for now.” 

“….” 

Yu looked at his guest wondering why didn’t think of such a simple solution. 

“Anything to entertain a guest, even if that means more effort,” Yu elegantly replied. He honestly wanted to pay Yosuke back for all the times he pranked him by spiking his tea. 

“Yosuke, hurry up.” 

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Anonymous asked: “I want to see Yu ride Unicorn across the skies like Santa Claus!” Obviously, she was still drunk.

Yu looked at his guest with a deceivingly steady face. In actuality, he was absolutely stunned by the request. Other guests usually asked for a rose or a charming compliment; this was something entirely different. 

“A Unicorn….across the skies?” Yu placed a hand on his chin wondering how he was going to accomplish this task. 

Yu turned around and pointed at Yosuke. 

“Yosuke, you’re a unicorn. Come over here.” Yu paused after he realized what he said sounded bizarre out of context. 

“Guest’s order.” 

The first law of the Host Club was absolute. Always listen to the guest. 

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Yosuke had just finished tending to a guest when Yu pointed and called out to him. Completely caught off guard with what Yu suddenly said to him, Yosuke gave a very confused look.

“What do you mean I’m a unicorn? Dude, what the hell. You’re going to need to explain what’s going on and why I’m suddenly a unicorn.”

As Yu explained to him the request, Yosuke place his hand over his face. He could not believe the request that Yu received and not only that, he was being dragged along for the ride. But rules are rules and Yosuke must comply along with the request set for them.

“So… how are we going to do this?”

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“How the hell did you hide something like that there?!”

Yosuke couldn’t help but exclaim when Yu randomly pulled out a unicorn costume from behind the couch. Knowing the pressure of making sure not to have the guest waiting, Yosuke took off his shoes and begun to slip the costume over his clothes. As he was pulling up the lower half, Yu came and snapped a horn on his forehead. The snapping of the rubber band painfully stung the back of his head and couldn’t help but yelp when it happened.

“You idiot! That hurt and he I am going along with this. I could just as easily got Jin to do this ya know.”

Glaring at Yu, Yosuke finished off putting on the costume. But, he couldn’t finish because the zipper of the costume was on the back. Turning around, Yosuke folded his arms and turned his head till Yu was in his field of vision.

“Well, I’m going to need your help here.”

Yu looked at his guest with a deceivingly steady face. In actuality, he was absolutely stunned by the request. Other guests usually asked for a rose or a charming compliment; this was something entirely different. 

“A Unicorn….across the skies?” Yu placed a hand on his chin wondering how he was going to accomplish this task. 

Yu turned around and pointed at Yosuke. 

“Yosuke, you’re a unicorn. Come over here.” Yu paused after he realized what he said sounded bizarre out of context. 

“Guest’s order.” 

The first law of the Host Club was absolute. Always listen to the guest. 

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Yosuke had just finished tending to a guest when Yu pointed and called out to him. Completely caught off guard with what Yu suddenly said to him, Yosuke gave a very confused look.

“What do you mean I’m a unicorn? Dude, what the hell. You’re going to need to explain what’s going on and why I’m suddenly a unicorn.”

As Yu explained to him the request, Yosuke place his hand over his face. He could not believe the request that Yu received and not only that, he was being dragged along for the ride. But rules are rules and Yosuke must comply along with the request set for them.

“So… how are we going to do this?”

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Yu wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He didn’t know working at a host club was going to be this tiring. Serving girls (and a few select men) left and right didn’t seem like a difficult task at first, but it definitely wasn’t something to be trifled with. Picking up some dirty teacups and dishes from the previous guests, Yu walked over to the kitchen to dump them in the sink only to see the main cause of his most recent migraine.

“Jin,” Yu acknowledged the older of the two Devil types leaning lazily against the wall. Yu stared at the blue haired boy with a glazed expression. Did he just say shit-faced? His vernacular definitely needed some improvement. Yu shook his head. Maybe he was hallucinating. With the recent influx of guests, he was forced to seat and drink gallons of sweetened tea and pounds of sugary cakes. He wasn’t fond of sweets before, but it was courtesy to eat with the guests instead of hawking at them while they ate. Looking down at his hands, he could see his fingers starting to get a bit jittery.

Little did Yu know that it was a start of a sugar rush.

Looking at the scribbled note of a large order of french fries, Yu eyed Jin. Although he was here for community service, the boy hardly did any of the work. In fact he caused more work. Yu dumped the french fries into a large plate and passed it to Jin. 

“Give it to the guest,” Yu commanded. He was so used to being the leader that sometimes he found himself unconsciously giving orders. Plus, all the sugar made holding the plate steady an impossible task.

[Our first RP request, and we get this. LOL]

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“Ugh .. Seriously, Yu?” , muttered Jin as he slowly got himself away from the wall, using the counter as a source of stability in case he tripped over his own two feet. This was his break for Christ’s sake and he was being ordered around by the prince of no face. His head lifted to cast his eyes on the silver haired boy.
Jin’s pupils started to dilate as soon as he saw Yu. The other boy’s body was stretching itself out, his skin tone was of a different color and his voice was in a different pitch … and did the fries just start talking to him? “D-did you hear that? The diced fried potato wedges just started talking.”

He picked up the plate of fries and stared at them for a while ..

Fry: Don’t be a faggot and eat me.

What in the holy fuck hole ..

Jin frowned as he quickly looked back at Yu once again.

“Listen I don’t think I’ll make it to the table.”

Jin was a dumbass; the table was actually right next to his break spot but the drug had already taken him under its grasp, making the poor boy vulnerable to anything around him.

[balls to the anon.]

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Yu stared at Jin as he unceremoniously stumbled away from the wall. Maybe he did need a break. Yu’s brow lifted curiously as Jin incredulously asked him if the fries were…speaking to him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yu clutched his head again. The sugar was starting to effect his body in an unusual way. Maybe it was because of the fact he never had much sweets during his childhood that the excess amount of sugar was affecting him this much. The room started to turn a hazy pink and for some reason a chuckle bubbled out of his usually pursed lips. 

Clasping a hand over his mouth, Yu shook his head trying to shake off whatever these strange symptoms were. 

“I don’t think I can take it either,” Yu muttered. He had a painful migraine, but at the same time he was feeling unusually upbeat. Yu never knew sugar could do this to his body. Looking at the rest of the hosts, he noticed that they were all busy with guests. Guests were always the first priority. It was against the rules to interrupt another host while they were entertaining. 

“Here, lean on my shoulder,” Yu said reluctantly with an exasperated sigh. He wasn’t particularly fond of the temperamental devil, but it was his job. “We’ll deliver it together.” 

[It’s about to get cute up in here.] 

It was yet another busy day inside the host club. Fortunately for Jin, it was finally his time for a break. Cleaning tables, carrying boxes of topper-ware and trying to control your urge of slamming people’s faces on tables was actually quite tiring. He leaned against the kitchen wall, not bothering to reply to the previous guest who had ordered the large fries; it was his time to relax and if it meant ignoring a costumer for the time being, he’ll do just that.

Yosuke had left him a cup of tea. Something about the effects making him relax or what ever the fuck he said. He picked up the cup, let it hover near his nose, inhaling the delicious scent it had before drinking it.

Little did he know that Yosuke’s devilish ways were at work; the prankster added some sort of hallucinogen in the tea.

What the fuck ..

His vision became distorted, his imagination running wild … And his head started to hurt.

“I’m going shit-face..”

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Yu wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He didn’t know working at a host club was going to be this tiring. Serving girls (and a few select men) left and right didn’t seem like a difficult task at first, but it definitely wasn’t something to be trifled with. Picking up some dirty teacups and dishes from the previous guests, Yu walked over to the kitchen to dump them in the sink only to see the main cause of his most recent migraine.

“Jin,” Yu acknowledged the older of the two Devil types leaning lazily against the wall. Yu stared at the blue haired boy with a glazed expression. Did he just say shit-faced? His vernacular definitely needed some improvement. Yu shook his head. Maybe he was hallucinating. With the recent influx of guests, he was forced to seat and drink gallons of sweetened tea and pounds of sugary cakes. He wasn’t fond of sweets before, but it was courtesy to eat with the guests instead of hawking at them while they ate. Looking down at his hands, he could see his fingers starting to get a bit jittery.

Little did Yu know that it was a start of a sugar rush.

Looking at the scribbled note of a large order of french fries, Yu eyed Jin. Although he was here for community service, the boy hardly did any of the work. In fact he caused more work. Yu dumped the french fries into a large plate and passed it to Jin. 

“Give it to the guest,” Yu commanded. He was so used to being the leader that sometimes he found himself unconsciously giving orders. Plus, all the sugar made holding the plate steady an impossible task.

[Our first RP request, and we get this. LOL]