"Excuse me?"
I look up to see a girl about my age staring down at me. "Where would I find Music room 3?" Said girl asks in an unfamiliar accent. "This is music room 3." I reply a second too late. Shaking off the weird feeling of not knowing that I'm not used to, I use my host charm on her. "Though this is a music room, we don't have much music I'm afraid." I tell her. "Now, why were you here?" I ask her. "Well I was looking for a music room where I could study alone." She replies cordially. "Music room 2 should be open." I offer up, hoping to end this insufferable conversation. She tilts her head and smiles. "I'm sorry, I don't know where that is. Would you mind showing me?" Remembering that I'm a host and I can't tell her to go away, I nod and start walking towards the door. She trails behind me in a silent agreement.
"I'm Emily by the way, Emily Hatfield." Emily says to me once we are halfway there. Good. I plan to search her up later and find out why I wasn't notified of a new student. "I'm Kyoya," I say once I realize that she was waiting for a reply, "Kyoya Ootori."
The second we get to music room 2, I say goodbye and offer to come to the host club some time then race back to Music room 3. As I go through Emily's file, I see that she's from England. So that's where the accent came from, I think, finally figuring it out. I continue looking through her file all day, so engrossed that finally Tamaki comes up and asks, "Kyoya, are you okay?" I straighten up and say, "Yes, yes, just looking and a new student's file." "Is it a girl?" he asks and I nod. "She's an honor student, just like Haruhi."
"Really?" I can already see the wheels in Tamaki's head turning. "Boss, don't start another one of your crazy schemes" Haruhi calls from the other side of the room. Her Tamaki-Has-A-Idea radar has gotten better, I note. As Tamaki goes and sulks in his corner, I turn my attention back to the file. What was it about this girl that was so intriguing? I was not sure, but I was going to find out.
Everything is so different about her. She doesn't come from a rich family, or any at all. Orphan on the streets of London, a play waiting to happen. Young genius, when she was enrolled in school. Prodigy, they say. Quiet and reserved, any of her classmates will say. No friends, lacking money for obvious reasons. Yet apparently she loves books. Loves to study, get good grades.
And the flower crown that rests atop her head in every single photo.