Masahiro Hirabayashi had been waiting all day for this. 

As the bell was struck, the young man with jet black hair and muted blue eyes stood up from his seat slowly. his legs lifted himself up first, his body still heavily hunched over until he finally straightened himself out. Academics were over for the day, it was now time for the host club.

It was his second year attending Ouran High School, and his second year with the club itself. Over the past few years there had been many changes to the rules of the club, the biggest one being the rule against women joining the club. Ever since a rather big incident, one of the host club's members was revealed to be a girl, and since then the club members worked to keep her there, effectively inviting other women to join as well. 

It was also going to be the first year without Tamaki-sensei as the president of the club. A greenhorn without and discernible experience. It was the girl who had become a recluse the year before. 

He knew the stories, he did his research. Masahiro was nothing but rich, if not studious. It would be best for him to not reference that when he met her. 

In the time it took for him to think out his plans, to meet the new hosts, and to greet the new president, Masahiro reached his locker. All of his belongings were set where the needed to be, and everything that he needed to take home with him were carefully placed in his luxury backpack. He paid good money for a bag that was nearly indestructible, so it better be worth it, lest a lawsuit be placed against the company for false advertisement. 

It seemed like he wasn't the first one to enter the fuchsia doors. Two others had already found themselves inside, talking to one another rather casually. 

He peeked his head in first to look around, finding them there. He didn't smile or anything, but only offered a slow blink before removing his head and opening the doors fully. 

His eyes set on the woman in the room. She must be the new president that Tamaki-sensei had appointed at the end of the previous year. She certainly looked quite nervous, so he did his best to fill the role of a host, and smiled rather pleasantly, bowing deep with an arm stretched outward.

"It's a pleasure to meet you... Miss president."

Oh no.

He forgot her name. 

MASAHIRO HOW COULD YOU FORGET THE NAME OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE HOST CLUB?

He kept his cool. He was the epitome of cool. "My name is Masahiro Hirabayashi. As a member of the club last year, I humbly welcome you to this group, and wish you the best in all of your endeavors."

Dude how is it possible that you can't even remember if she was in the club or not last year? For a weirdo who spends a lot of time researching things and people, you seem to forget an awful lot.