The pinkish orange sunset pours in through the floor to ceiling windows of the vast pink hallways of Ouran High School. Not a single person can be seen in the quiet halls of this beautifully constructed building, but a lone figure appears from out of an ornate door.
The soft taps of her black shoes clicking against the marble pastel pink tile. A quiet swishing of her bright yellow uniform and her mahogany hair cascading down her back. Slowly she climbs up a set of steps in the grand hall and turns down an empty almost desolate hallway. Making her way to a pair of double doors with a sign indicating to all that it is 'Music Room Three'.
Silently she pushed open one of the doors to an array of colors and sound pouring out into the quiet hall. Stepping into the room her hazel almond shaped eyes drift across the occupants of the room. They lighten up when they land on the tallest person among the sea of people.
She makes her way across the room smiling as she passes groups of young ladies and their host all trying to discreetly watch her as she approaches the farthest table in the room. Finally making it the tall figure she was admiring.
The young man with his dark hair and eyes look up and catches the sight of the young lady as she stops near the table. With a slight smile he excuses himself from his guest and his small blond cousin next to him not once taking his eyes off of the young women in front of him.
Standing at his impressive height and dwarfing the young lady by a good head and a half he offers her his hand. With a twinkle in his eyes and her hand in his he twirls her to face the exit. Laughing quietly at the small squeak and giggle she releases from her light pink lips.
Gently placing his hand on her lower back he guides her through the door she just entered. Quietly she starts talking to him. Her honeyed soft voice a contrast to his deep smoky one can be heard echoing in the empty hallway at the door of music room three closes behind them.
Unbeknownst to the couple sighs of happiness and longing can be heard throughout the room. Guest and host a like following the pair with shiny dreamy eyes. With a final click of the door the room's occupants continue with what they were doing. As the room goes back to normalcy one host can be seen still staring at the door.
The lone female host wondering about her quiet senpai and the mysterious girl he left with. This being her first week as a host she realizes that she still has a lot to learn about her fellow host and maybe they aren't all what they seem.
AN: I have a tendency of writing stories and finishing them in my head and not on paper. This little drabble may become something more, but right now I'm happy where its at. Let me know what you think and I'll take it into consideration. Lot of Love, Swishyla