"Attention class, this is your new fellow student, Hiroshi Masami." Announced Sensei Takeshi

A myriad of engaged eyes shifted towards Masumi. An attractive boy in wire rimmed glasses caught a glance at Masami. Their eyes quickly shifted away.

"She has recently transferred here from Yukimura Academy, please make her feel as welcome as possible students...and now to our lesson!"

The class groaned in dismay and began taking out pencils and paper. Masami sat down near an empty window desk. She was a quite attractive female. Masami's nubile head emitted sweeping long wisps of brown hair; her pale face accentuated her refined features, and her staggering hazel eyes glimmered like lustrous polished wood. This encouraged a few love struck faces to arrange themselves in her direction as she charmingly sat down. To discourage any potential love interests Masami shot them each a malicious glare as she began unpacking her school supplies. They looked away in terrified submission. It had appeared as though her continual practice of scathing facial expressions in the mirrors proved to be useful. Although Masami probably wouldn't make any new friends at Ouran anytime soon, she was a rather aloof character, and was indeed indifferent to human contact.

"So class for today's lesson we will be learning about string theory."

Moans filled the class room.

"Ahh! Nooo! My head's going to explode! Don't do it Sensei. Spare us!" Whined a student.

"String theory is for socially inept nerds."

"Yeah no one even cares about a lame geeky theory anyway...LAME!" Added another.

"Physics sucks." Another shouted

Suddenly a desk was overturned with a starling tremor. Paper flew about in the air and pencils smacked the foreheads of nearby students. Masami had combusted in a fit of nerd rage. Students looked around the room in terror.

"String theory is a developing speculation in particle physics that attempts to reconcile quantum mechanics and general relativity. A manner of describing the known fundamental forces and matter in a mathematically complete system. Do not fuck with this shit or I will torture you all until you all beg me to exterminate your futile existences," screeched Masami.

The classroom then went silent. Then a voice surfaced.

"Sensei, I think it would be best if we showed Masami around the school, perhaps she would be better suited to the class environment if we integrated her via an organic method." Replied the boy in wire rimmed glasses. He pushed the nose piece near the crest of his nose studiously.

Sensei Takashi nodded in agreement. "Yes I think that would be best. Kyoya you may show her around the Ouran school grounds but I expect all your homework to be done, no exceptions."

Kyoya then took Masami by the hand and they curtly walked out the classroom. After they were several paces down the hallway in reserved silence he finally spoke.

"You know for the daughter of Nobu Electric Power I would've expected someone of a less uncouth disposition," said Kyoya in mocking tone.

"Oh, so you must be the famed Kyoya, yes I've heard you have quite an illustrious history," responded Masami irritably.

"So it appears."

"You realize, it's absolutely inane for you to this, I was perfectly capable of handling the situation."

"Obviously not," retorted Kyoya.

They continued to walk down the hallway. Gradually delectable odour blew into their faces. They slowly entered the quite empty room which bore the glorious aroma.

"The cafeteria if you haven't noticed is run by some of the finest chefs in Japan, they prepare food during the morning for students then depart to their other day jobs. It appears as though Chef Chisso is leaving already."

A pudgy man in a dirtied apron approached Kyoya and Masami.

"Hello Kyoya, class out already?" Said Chef Chisso earnestly.

"No I'm just showing the most recent transfer student around Ouran," replied Kyoya.

"Oh there's some leftover food if you'd like. Denso, as much as he's a skilled chocolatier made too many truffles," he laughed presenting Masami with a plate of luscious chocolates. She accepted them cautiously.

"Chocolate is considered to be one of the most romantic foods, At one time it was even considered to be against the law if a man did not present his partner with a box of chocolates weighing at least 100 pounds," said Chef Chisso astutely.

"That's understandable; one of the neurotransmitters, sterotonin is released during the consumption of chocolate. Producing that vague exhilarated sensation," shot Masami abruptly.

A shocked stunned look emerged from Chef Chisso's face.

"As for the supposed law however, I'm sure it's some sort of romanticised myth, fabricated by desuetude chefs who have nothing else to hold onto, besides than their flimsy whisks and protruding bellies. In all probability, some sort of delusion fabricated by individuals from the food preparation industry to subsist their lives of misery and toil," added Masami.

Chef Chisso nodded and quickly left the cafeteria waving a quick farewell, sensing the discomfort and awkwardness of the situation. The echo of distant running and feeble man cries could be heard by a passing echo.

Kyoya then turned to the undisturbed Masami.

"You know for the daughter of Nobu Electric Power I would've expected someone a little more socially responsive."

"He was just validating my inherent mistrust of strangers," replied Masumi. "I just can't trust people!" Shouted Masami. She then attempted to flee the vulnerable position in which she was disposed to but was stopped by the swift reflexes of Kyoya.

"I'm here for you, trust me," whispered Kyoya, grabbing Masumi by the shoulders. The resounding urgency in his voice produced small shivers run down Masami's back.

"I'm just a socially inept girl, jammed behind a barricade of stoic judgment," she whimpered.

"I'm here for you," repeated Kyoya. He approached her slowly and watchfully, with tender eyes.

"I can't, I can't-." "I don't even know you." She shrieked backing away.

"I'm here Masami," he said inching forwards.

She looked at Kyoya with her fearsome hazel eyes. In that moment everything was understood. She then collapsed into his warm convivial arms and began weeping.

"You don't think I've ever disregarded any human feelings? Just ask any member of the host club," said Kyoya in their embrace of longing.

"Yeah Kyoya can be a real detached unwelcoming person!" Exclaimed a pair of redheaded twins. Masami jumped at the unforeseen timing.

"But we love Kyoya! Don't we Mori senpai?" A strong looking boy with a blonde child riding on his broad shoulders jumped into view.

"MOTHER? WHERE ARE YOU MOTHER?" "Oh be quiet Tamaki Senpai!" Snapped a brown haired boy.

A blonde haired boy strolled in exuberantly barely avoiding the stack of chairs in front of him.

"Masami, this is the host club." exclaimed Kyouya.

"Host club?" Replied a shocked Masmi.