It fell as soft layers on the ground, chilling it completely to the roots. Ouran Academy was closed for the holidays and no soul lingered there. The snow, now covering the ground, was perfectly smooth, undisturbed. The birds had flown south for the winter and the air was bitter, the breeze even more so.

However, there was one small movement down the street; one of Ouran's newest students paced in a haughty gait at the the entrance to a rather large castle-like house. The owner of the house was, in fact, that of the most requested Host Club member, Tamaki Suoh.

Hana wanted more than ever to sprint up the marble steps, through the oak wood door, up more carpeted steps, and into the arms of the boy she dreamed about more frequently every night. It had began when she had first requested him, back in the Spring.

Up in the 3rd music room, the Host Club sat at perfectly aligned tables and sipped from gold trimmed tea cups. Their newest addition paced the room, as usual, and girls fainted at their sides. Hana Orisho sauntered into the room, knowing exactly who she wanted to sweep her from her feet.

His sunny blond hair fell right above his perfectly shaded violet eyes. He was all of 6 feet tall, well toned, and his skin was flawless. Hana had believed she found perfection in a boy. He had stood, walked gracefully to her, placed his hand inside hers, and walked her to a more secluded area of of the room.

Hana's heart beat rather rapidly, feeling as if it'd bust right through her chest and out of her golden yellow uniform. She had fallen face first in love. The only thing that allowed her regain her dignity and composure was the announcement that it was time to dismiss.

From that day, Hana had visited the club mostly everyday, requesting Tamaki, and making her heart flip into overdrive. That was it, she knew she'd take the dreaded, planned walk up to his house, something she had been planning to do for more than a few months.

Through the gated entrance, her coat flowed behind her on the newly scraped concreted walkway. Her body was numb from the air and her chestnut hair fell in ringlets around her ivory face. Everyone seemed to be hidden away behind the warmth of the walls, for it was silent outside.

Her feet carried her to the door where a knocker hung in the right place on the door. Her hand hesitated before making a pounding sound on the door, echoes rippling throughout the house as well as the outside.

Several minutes followed by a small creak in the door, her heart danced around. Finally, it was time to be greeted by the one person that would walk her down that well dreamed of aisle and into the rest of her life.


It's a little short, but to kick my 'rush-and-post-everything-so-soon' habit, I made it this way for a reason :)

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB CHARACTERS NOR THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE.

OC: Hana Orisho

16 years old.

1st year student.