"Haruhi," my voice was soft, knowing the rest of the host club was not far away, she glanced up from her homework with a smile.
"Oh hello sempai" she said while scribbling out a wrong answer. She looks so cute while she's working. I sat down across the table from her, she glanced at me again and this time I gave a slight smile. She cocked her head to the side as to question why I sat down. All of the courage I had drained out of my body, not that I had much in the first place. This isn't the right time.
"May I do some work here also?" I glanced down at her notebook trying to steer clear of her beautiful brown eyes. Why is his name written there. She shuffled her papers into a pile and stood up.
"Sure you can do some work here, I just finished anyway" she said as she walked away. I stared at the seat she sat in not long ago. What is wrong with me. I searched around my backpack for a small black book. The word sketch written across the front. I opened the book to a drawing of a beautiful girl and sighed, ripping it out. Why do I feel like this? I threw the paper on the ground and picked up my backpack.
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