Yuuki Komatsuzawa
The president's description of the host club was very interesting indeed. Yuuki's attention had refocused upon Kufudo while the boy gave his speech, covering his mouth discreetly as he stifled the urge to laugh. The so called definition of a host was a rather innocent one, though it was to be expected among the upper class. Mentions of professional host clubs in the real world were often taboo, particularly since many scandals came as a result of their existence, so naturally it may fail to occur to the younger generation what the unfortunate implications were. The thought sobered Yuuki up a bit, as the idea of people wishing to brush the truth under the rug rather annoyed him. In any case, it would be interesting to see what would happen within such a club. Entertaining, as Kufudo had said, would be putting it mildly.
As the speech finished and people broke off to engage with each other, Yuuki looked to the group of 'hosts', who had apparently been hand picked specifically for this role. All were attractive, as was to be expected, each a more striking individual than the last. He did have to wonder why he himself had not been approached for the role. The only explanation had to be that they knew he would far outshine the hosts in every conceivable way. It would simply be unfair to the others hoping to get some attention, and even for someone as amazing as he was, it would also be difficult to find the time entertain every student who would want him. Nodding slightly to himself upon reaching his conclusion, Yuuki made his way within earshot of the hosts, still looking for potential students whom he might be able to interview. He stood quietly nearby, keeping out of the way as he peered through long eyelashes at the students milling about, taking in each and every detail.