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[Y/n] - your name, [L/n] - last name
[E/c] - eye color "Oh, looks like someone let the pig out of its pen, again."
"Oink oink!"
"Come on guys, stop with the insults. Pigs are thinner than that whale."
"Huni-Senpai eats sweets all the time and is super thin, what's her excuse?"
[Y/n] kept her head down as she walked the halls of Ouran. Clutching her bag tightly to her chest, trying to ignore the hurtful comments. So she wasn't the thinnest person in the world, until she started going to Ouran no one ever mentioned it before. Then again, up until going to Ouran she had been the richest person to the schools she went to, so perhaps it was just people trying to get on her good side for benefits. With that thought in mind, and the cruel comments echoing up and down the halls, [Y/n] could feel the familiar sting of tears forming.
Not wanting anyone to see her cry, [Y/n] hurried to her hiding spot. The rose maze. [Y/n] had a love for puzzles and roses, so she quickly memorized the beautiful and well thought out wall of roses. The maze being her safe haven. Away from the words of her peers, away from the eyes of humanity, where she could be all alone. Let out her emotions without fear of judgement. The only place, aside from her bedroom, where she could escape.
And once in the middle of the maze, [Y/n] broke down. She couldn't help but let the words get to her. [Y/n] wondered if her parents were proud of her. Wondered if they were fine with her appearance, and couldn't help but curse them for letting her get chubby. More and more negativity drifted into the back of [Y/n]'s mind as she sat on the ground, close to the small pond. The middle of the maze was like a tiny picnic area. A small pond with little lilypads floating, water lilies blooming on top of them, a cherry blossom stood proud in the smack dab middle of it all, and a bench had been sat underneath it. Rather romantic area, [Y/n] had decided when she first found it. She would love to sit underneath the bench with her Prince one day. Just sitting together, in each others arms.
Look at you, disgusting. No one would want to sit underneath a cherry blossom with YOU. A voice scoffed inside [Y/n]'s head. [Y/n] tried to hold back more tears, remembering her father always telling her to hold her head high and not let simple words get to her. Ever heard of a diet? Seriously, what is WRONG with you? You're the daughter of one of thee most successful self made businessman in Japan, you should at least LOOK like it! Your mother is a model, for fucks sake! Why can't you look more like her?
"My parents have nothing to do with my appearance...."
It's called genetics, lil piggie. Go on a diet. Or, just stop eating in general, that would probably be more effective!
Another tear fell. Plopping into the pond, sending ripples throughout the usually still body of water. And as the ripples spread, [Y/n] heard a faint rustling. So, she did what any self respecting, high classed lady would do. Immediately stood up, dusted off her dress, and wiped away any tear residue left. Of course, evidence of crying was plain on her face. There was no getting around that without makeup. And as [Y/n] glanced back to see who else found her sanctuary, a rose was lifted in front of her face. A beautiful red rose.
"My dear, such a lovely Princess such as yourself should not be alone in this maze."
[Y/n] felt her face flush. No one, aside from her father, had ever called her a Princess before. However, she couldn't take the rose. She didn't deserve it.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I'll leave." [Y/n] whispered, instinctively looking away to hide her face. The rose, instead of being lowered, was plucked from its thorny stem, and placed into her hair. And without hesitation, the mystery man placed his fingers on [Y/n]'s chin, and lifted her head up. Surprised [E/c] eyes met pools of sapphire. If [Y/n]'s face wasn't already red from crying, it would be on fire.
"That's not what I meant, Princess. Why are you alone in such a romantic place? Someone as pretty as you should not be without a partner."
"P-please don't call me Princess. Princesses are pretty, and I'm... not."
"Says who?"
"Everyone in the school, for one." [Y/n] yanked herself away, feel more tears begin to form. Curse her emotions.
"Well, everyone is wrong." the, rather beautiful, man pouted, arms crossed. Then the man surprised [Y/n] even more. By going into a flamboyant stance, just as the wind picked up some rose petals to dance around him. It was... rather strange, actually. Was the environment helping this guy look fabulous, or...?
"Every flower is different. But they're all beautiful. Such as women. You, my rose, are as beautiful as any other. Just because some don't appreciate your beauty, does not mean it's not there."
[Y/n] felt hands pushing her head up once more. The Prince like man was frowning.
"My rose, have you been crying?"
"... I... I have to go." [Y/n] hurried away without a second thought. That Princely guy was probably just being nice. The words of her bullies quickly swarming back to her. No one could find someone like her beautiful. He was probably lying, this was probably all just a prank. But... it still felt nice. To be treated like she was beautiful. Treated like a princess.
What she didn't know, was that the Prince had watched her flee. A gloomy look in his eyes. He would make this Princess see her true beauty if it was the last thing he did.

[Y/n] went straight to her room when she got home. Ignoring all the maids, butlers, and whoever else worked at her father’s mansion. She sprinted to her room, and locked the doors. After getting into more comfortable clothes, she lay in her bed. Curled up, sobbing into her pillow. The voices of her peers getting to her more and more. She used to ignore them with ease, used to have confidence like her father. But, it took a tole after awhile. Maybe they were right, maybe she was gross. Maybe she should just stop eating.
"Well, everyone is wrong." [Y/n] felt herself flush. She hugged her pillow tightly, rolling to the side and screwing her eyes shut. He had to be playing a game. Playing with her. "My rose, are as beautiful as any other."
"His rose...." [Y/n] whispered, a smile on her face.

What the hell is happening? That question kept repeating itself in [Y/n] head as she walked down the hallway. With the Prince-like guy from before standing beside her. He had tried to get her to let him carry her bag and books, insisting that a Princess should not worry herself with such menial tasks. Though [Y/n] did point out that she wasn't a Princess, and could carry her things without any trouble, he still insisted that a gentleman should walk a lady to her destination. [Y/n] really couldn't see a fault in that, and she figured he would just walk beside her anyways, she agreed.
Everyone was watching them. Boys staring in confusion, and girls glaring daggers at her. Though no one said a word. Which scared [Y/n] even more. Silence was deadly, what was everyone thinking? [Y/n] clutched her stuff tighter to her chest. A habit she has after all the bullying, wanting to hug something (preferably someone, but work with what you got) tightly to her and forget all the bad things around her.
"Why is he with her!?" A harsh whisper met [Y/n]'s ears. Yup, there it was. And now, it was going to start any second-
"Maybe he thinks she's a lost dog. You know how he is with animals."
"Someone needs to warn him that she might eat him if he's not careful."
"How disgusting. He's gorgeous and she's..."
"I know, right? It's like seeing a Milotic date a Muk!"
"Nakamura, no one gets your Digimon references!"
"It's Pokemon, Ito, and my point still stands!"
[Y/n] let out a sigh. Never would it end. She just wanted to run and hide again. Why was he doing this? Did he want people to hate her even more!? And why is his arm around [Y/n]'s shoulder all of a sudden, holding her closer to him. And he stopped, why did he stop!? Oh, he turned around, great, address the problem, that wouldn't make it worse for [Y/n]!
"All of you, shut your filthy mouths." The man exclaimed harshly, silencing everyone.
Just who is this guy? [Y/n] wondered.
"Just because you are jealous of my rose, does not mean it's acceptable to bully her. In fact, it's not acceptable to bully anyone. All of you should know of Ouran's harsh bullying rules. I could have all of you expelled if I report you-"
"Suoh-senpai!" a girl yelled out. [Y/n] flinched, hiding behind Suoh. That girl was her main bully. Seika Ayanokoji. Ever since day one, Seika was the always the first to talk badly of [Y/n], in fact, most of the students didn't seem to care about [Y/n]'s appearance until Seika started ridiculing her every day about it.
"Ayanokoji-chan, of course you would be the reason for bullying in this school. Didn't you learn from your first strike-"
"Tamaki, why are you around this... this... PIG!?" Seika completely ignored everything Tamaki said, and stormed up to him. She looked personally insulted, and on the verge of tears. [Y/n] felt bad for thinking this, but she wanted to see Seika cry. After everything Seika put her through, she couldn't help but feel smug that some random guy was helping her.
He's not helping you, he's probably just using you to get back at this chick. a nagging voice mocked [Y/n]. [Y/n] hugged her books tighter.
"...." Tamaki had his eyes closed, he looked rather stoic, but [Y/n] could have sworn she saw his eyebrow twitch.
"She's a fat ugly cow, and yet you wrap your arms around her like she's your girlfriend!? You'd rather date this trash than me!? I am an actual Princess, Tamaki Suoh, she is... is... she's-"
"What did you just call [L/n]-chan?" Tamaki finally let out his breath, [Y/n] hadn't even noticed he was holding it in. Was he trying to remain calm?
"What!?" Seika screeched, obviously pissed that he dare to ignore her.
"Perhaps if you stop screaming like a banshee, Tamaki could finish his thought." A voice coolly said from behind them. Kyoya Ootori, and the rest of the Host Club for that matter, were standing there. Kyoya looking rather happy about something. Well, as happy as his facial expression could allow.
"How-how dare you--"
"Oh, so it's alright for you to insult someone, but when someones does it back, it's not allowed?" Kaoru asked innocently.
"How hypocritical~" Hikaru purred.
"Tama-chan, weren't you asking something?" Huni-senpai asked cutely from Mori's shoulders.
"Ayanokoji," Tamaki's eyebrow definitely twitched that time, "what did you just call [L/n]-chan?"
"What part did you not hear?" Seika scoffed. "Pig, trash, fat, ugl-"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Tamaki suddenly yelled. If it wasn't for the echo, silence would have rang superior in the hall. Everyone stunned. Tamaki Suoh just yelled. Tamaki Suoh, Prince of the Host Club, was angry
"S-Suoh-senpai?" [Y/n] whispered. That was his name, right? She didn't really know anyone other than her bullies and teachers in this school... "I-it's fine, I'm, I'm used to it-"
"Really shouldn't have said that." Hikaru shrugged.
"That might have added fuel to the fire." Kaoru waved his hand nonchalantly.
"You're used to it? You're used to it? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON!?" Tamaki spat at the crowd of students, all who avoided eye contact. "You ALL knew about this, and didn't say anything!? Disgraceful! Absolutely horrid! You should all be ashamed! Verbally harassing another human being just because she doesn't have the same body image as the rest of you!? How can you all sleep at night!?"
Tamaki froze when he felt someone grab his arm sleeve. He looked down, eyes softening, to see [Y/n] look up at him shyly. Clutching her belongings like her life depended on it. "Don't... don't be angry, Suoh-senpai-"
"They made you cry, my rose." Tamaki whispered.
"Your WHAT!?" Seika suddenly screamed, looking pale and in total disbelief. Tamaki suddenly took hold of [Y/n], holding her close to him as if to protect her. He pointed dramatically at Seika.
"You heard me! [L/n] is my rose! I-if she's okay with that, of course." Tamaki blushed at bit. "And if anyone tries to harm my rose, I will mow them down like the weeds they are!"
"T-Tamaki-baka!" Seika screamed. "What are you saying!?"
[Y/n] felt like everything was in slow motion. She was suddenly in Tamaki's arms. Not like before, more like a Knight holding his Princess.
"I'm saying, that [Y/n]-chan is my Princess of Roses. The rose is a deep symbol of the Host Club, a romantic gesture to hand a loved one... [Y/n]-chan is the holder of my rose. The holder of my heart!"
"HOW CAN YOU LOVE SOMEONE LIKE THAT OVER ME!?"
"[Y/n]-chan's beauty shines inside and out. Unlike yours, your beauty is only in appearance, when really, you're hideous on the inside."
"S-Suoh-senpai...." [Y/n] whispered.

"Do not worry, [L/n]-chan, due to already having been marked down, Ayanokoji-san will be expelled. Ouran does not tolerate bullying~" Tamaki explained giddily, arms wrapped around [Y/n] as they sat on the bench in the maze. [Y/n] was blushing. She really felt like a Princess. She looked up to Tamaki.
"Suoh-senpai, you're calling me [L/n]-chan again."
Tamaki seemed flustered, shaking his hands rapidly in a rather exaggerated manner. "W-well, it is your name after all! Hahahaha-"
"But... I thought I was your rose?" [Y/n] looked away sadly. Maybe he was lying-
Tamaki was holding her chin again, his nose close to hers. But he looked flushed, like he was just as embarrassed. Seems that the Prince wasn’t as confident as he let on. This thought was actually reassuring to [Y/n].
"You are, but... y-you never gave me permission to use your first name... a-a gentleman-"
"Of course y-you can... i-if you want." [Y/n] mumbled. "C-can I call you T-Tamaki?"
"O-of course, my rose!" Tamaki seemed to be swooning. "My Princess of the Rose Maze~ The Princess of my Heart~"