"What now?" Haruhi Fujioka pondered. The Host Club's last celebration of the cherry blossoms had come and gone, leaving the club somber. She and Kyoya Ootori, a senior who was a flagship member of Ouran Highschool Host Club, was helping her clean up after the day's festivities.
"Well Haruhi, in about three and a half weeks, Mori and Honey will graduate and continue to university. Then Tamaki and I will be the leaders. After that, then Hikaru and Kaoru will be the dual kings, and you can also be a leader if you wish." Kyoya stated. He was always on task, always knowing what was going on and what would happen next. Sometimes he could be exhausting.
"What university are you planning to go to, Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi asked, sweeping pink flowers off off the floor with a broom bigger than her. Kyoya gave her a puzzled look. Haruhi's face felt warm. "I didn't mean to pry." She said looking both at Kyoya and the floor. "It is quite alright." Kyoya-senpai said. "My father and I have some disagreements about my education. I don't really know what will be in store for me after the summer holiday."
Haruhi was shocked. Kyoya Ootori did not know what was going on after summer vacation. He was always one to know what to do, especially about schoolwork, with him being at the top of his class.
Tamaki Suou ran into the room, limbs flailing, and mouth open in a larger smile than Haruhi had ever seen before. "OH HARUHI, YOU WERE SO CUTE! THE PINK KIMONO THAT WE DRESSED YOU UP IN WAS ADORABLE!" He grabbed Haruhi in a tight embrace and spun her around the room, laughing. "Stop it Tamaki-senpai! You're making me dizzy!" He hastily set her down on the velvet sofa, bumping her head on the wooden frame. "Ow..." Haruhi rubbed her head. Tamaki sat next to her, cupping her chin. "Oh, Haruhi, I am so sorry that I have hurt your beautiful head. The head with which I so tenderly care for," Tamaki purred, lightly kissing her forehead. Haruhi rolled her coffee colored eyes. "A simple sorry would have been okay. I really need to get back to sweeping up the 10,000 cherry blossom petals that you insisted be scattered across the floor. Thanks for that." She got up and picked the broom right off of the floor and started to push it forward, right where she left off.
"Oh, please. We have cleaning people come every night and pick up our messes. That is the joy that comes with being rich!" With that last word, Tamaki started to spin, taking Haruhi, and Kyoya's hands while he twirled. "Cut it out senpai!" Haruhi said in between tufts of laughter.
"He does have a point," Kyoya said, stopping the break that they had been taking. Haruhi looked confused. "Come on guys, it'll only take us about another fifteen minutes if we all work together. Besides, it feels weird to leave such a big job for people who need to clean the whole school."
Tamaki looked at Haruhi like she wanted to dive into a pit of sharks. The room went silent for the most painfully awkward six seconds any of them have ever endured. "Fine. We will leave the mess to the poor commoners that have to make a living cleaning up the remains of you damn rich people." Haruhi blew a piece of hair out of her face. Tamaki's face lit up, and Kyoya was already halfway out of the door. "How about we go out to a celebratory dinner! This was the club's last big celebration of the year, and it was magical! I will deal with the expenses." They walked out of Music Room Three. Haruhi sighed. You mean your father will deal with the expenses. As soon as that thought finished, Tamaki-senpai's hand grazed her's.