Takamagahara

Hiroto arrived at the front of a grand looking building with a neon sign above the doorway that read, Takamagahara.

"Hm, this must be the place," Hiroto muttered, looking around.

"Ah, Hiroto!" A man with blond hair wearing a purple coat shouted as he waved towards Hiroto.

Hiroto walked forward and asked, "Were you the one that kept calling our place?"

The man shook his head and said, "No no, that wasn't me but someone else. I just told them to try to get in contact with you. Why? Was there something he did wrong?"

Hiroto sighed and said, "It's fine, we're already past that. So, what did you want from me? Just so you know, I won't sell my body."

"Of course not!" The man said, waving his hands. "Before we start, let me introduce myself, I am Kyoushiro Honjou, you can just call me Honjo."

"Alright, I'm Sano Hiroto, Hiroto is fine," Hiroto responded as the two walked inside the building. Stepping inside Hiroto first saw that the hallway was illuminated with yellow lights that led to a wider hall in the middle of the club.

"Hm, you've got quite the place here." Hiroto complimented as he looked around the place.

"Thank you, we try to appeal to our customers as much as we can." Honjo smiled.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Hiroto asked as he took a seat.

"Well, the problem we have is that almost all of our hosts today called in sick. Apparently they all got food poisoning." Honjo replied with an embarrassed look.

"Foul play?" Hiroto raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure, but I suspect that it might have been," Honjo said, looking around the hall, then leaning closer to Hiroto. "The trust is, I called you over to be a host as a ruse, I actually want you to try and find the mole amongst my employee's."

"Oh?" Hiroto muttered, "Why don't you just file a police complaint? I know this one kid who's a massive sadist. He can probably find the one you're looking for."

"No no, we can't get the police involved. Do you know the massive repercussion that would follow our reputation if people knew that the police were called in?" Honjo quickly explained.

"That's true. I know that I wouldn't want to come to a club if the police had just visited it. It would give the impression you guys were doing something shifty." Hiroto replied.

Honjo replied, "Exactly. So that's why I want to hire you to snuff out the mole. I'll pay you."

"You had me at pay." Hiroto instantly replied, wearing a police detective outfit.

"Um, can you please not be so suspicious? Just dress up as a host, and we can say that you're a new hire." Honjo replied, handing over a casual suit.

"Ugh, fine," Hiroto grumbled, taking the suit and went off to change. Entering the men's changing room, Hiroto looked around the place and saw how disorganized everything was.

'Imagine if the woman who they are hosting sees this. Their illusion of these men would crumble, haha.' Hiroto said, totally ignoring the fact that he himself is a total slob.

As he finished changing, another man walked into the room, looking quite nervous.

"Ah!" The man was startled upon seeing Hiroto there.

"Hi, I'm going to be working here starting from today. I'll be in your care." Hiroto said.

"Uh-Ah-Uhm… Yes." The man replied, walking quickly towards his locker.

Hiroto thought to himself, 'Totally not suspicious at all.' He then left the room and went back to the hall to meet with Honjo.

"Wow, you look even more stunning now that you're properly dressed up." Honjo complimented Hiroto.

Hiroto was currently wearing a casual red suit with a white shirt underneath it, with casual black trousers on.

"Sorry, I'm not into guys," Hiroto responded.

"Neither am I. Well, hopefully, you're ready. Although most of our staff is sick, we managed to bring in replacements." Honjo said, then seeing people walk into the hall. "Ah, there they are now."

"Oh? Already? Who could they be-" Hiroto turned around and saw Gin, Kagura, Shinpachi, and Sadaharu staring back at him.

Hiroto. "..."

Gin. "..."

Shinpachi. "..."

Kagura, "Hey, Sadaharu, look! It's Hiro!"

"Woof!" Sadaharu barked.

Hiroto turned to Honjo and said, "Honjo, trust me when I say this. If you want to keep this club up and running, tell them to le-"

*whack*

"Hm, what were you saying?" Honjo asked, seeing Hiroto being hit and put into a headlock by Gin.

"Oh, don't worry. He wasn't saying anything." Gin replied.

"Woof!" Sadaharu barked.

Gin turned around and whispered into Hiroto's ears, "Oi, don't let this chance slip by. Can you just imagine how much money we would get? You're being paid for a different job, while I'm also getting paid at the same time. It's double the money!"

Hiroto then whispered back, "I'm fine with that, but what about Sadaharu? How are you gonna explain that?"

"Don't worry, we've got that covered." Gin said, winking towards Kagura.

Kagura gave a thumbs up and moved to Sadaharu, tying a bow tie around his neck.

"Tada!" Kagura shouted, "Meet your new host, Sadaharu!"

"Is that even a real name?" Honjo asked.

"Of course it is!" Shinpachi said.

"Hmm, alright," Honjo responded. "Well, I'll need you guys to cover as hosts for today. Just entertain the women that come and don't get too close to them. I don't want to have a sexual harassment case attached to our host club."

"Roger!/Woof!" Gin, Shinpachi, Kagura, Hiroto and Sadaharu responded.

"Alright, I'll take you over the basics and teach you all there is to know about being a host. It's going to be rushed so make sure you list-" Honjo was about to explain the basics of being a host, but then saw the time.

"Oh no! It's too late for that! We need to open up!" Honjo reacted, running to the front of the club and opening the door, allowing for a cohort of women to walk in as they started to chat and giggle to one another.

"Hey, are you sure this place has handsome men?"

"Of course! Didn't you see the blonde at the entrance?"

"Don't worry, this is going to be fun!"

Hiroto turned to the others, who were now wearing suits and looked like hosts. Including Kagura. Hiroto pointed at them and shouted, "Men! Battlestations!"

"Roger!Woof!" The group responded, spreading out.