Hm. Okay, I know that I should be updating my other story but I'm still stuck on inspiration for that one. So what do I do? I start a new story, of course.
I'm sorry, I imagined a scenario where Kyoya suddenly lost all his money and had to figure out how to live life as a commoner, and the situation was too good to pass up. Plus, I love me some good Haruhi/Kyoya friendship. (This'll purely be friendship, though I may or may not have one-sided Kyoya/Haruhi on Kyoya's side later on, since I do love the pairing also but I do feel like it would be purely Kyoya based, and Haruhi wouldn't return the feelings, or otherwise be completely oblivious to them. I haven't decided if I'm going to do that with this or not. Most likely, it'll stick to friendship.
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters.
Rain is nice, Haruhi Fujioka decided as she brushed her teeth. She could hear the sound of the rain hitting against the small bathroom window. It was calming. A gentle sort of rhythm. Besides, animals and plants need the rain to survive. So, rain was nice. When thunder isn't involved, anyway. She looked up when she heard a knock of the door.
Dad probably forgot his keys again. Has he ever heard of a key chain?
Who else would come at this hour?
With an annoyed huff, and toothbrush still in her mouth, she made her way over to the door, and slowly opened it.
"Dad, you need to stop forgetting your-" She began with a mouth full of toothpaste, and her blue toothbrush resting in her cheek. But she stopped when she saw who was standing in front of her.
"Haruhi."
She blinked to make sure that she was seeing right. Yes, she definitely was. Standing in front of her was none other then Kyoya Ootori. What on earth was he doing here? At nine-O-clock at night, soaking wet, and carrying a... suitcase?
"Haruhi, I'm drenched and really not in the best of moods. Let's skip the formalities. Can I come in?" He asked, knocking Haruhi out of her thoughts. He spoke in a tone of voice that suggested he was probably coming in whether she liked it or not. She blinked at him again.
"O-oh, er, yes. Come on in." She muttered through her toothpaste, stepping out of the way for him. He nodded in thanks and walked in, dragging his suit case in behind him. She held up her finger indicating for him to wait a moment, and quickly went to the bathroom sink to spit out the toothpaste. She grabbed a towel while she was in there. She had half expected Kyoya to be gone, like it had been her imagination this whole time. But when she stepped out, he was still there, standing a bit awkwardly, apparantly unsure if he should venture any furthur into the house. It was quite a sight.
"Jeez, did you walk here or something, Kyoya-Senpai?" She asked, handing him the towel.
"Yes."
Haruhi stared at him, she'd meant that as a joke. Kyoya's house, she knew, was on the other side of town. Had he walked all that way in the rain? What would posses someone to do that? Why hadn't he'd just taken his driver, or called a taxi if he wanted to talk to her so bad? And in the pouring rain, no less.
"Oh. Well, I think dad has some old clothes that I'm sure he wouldn't mind you borrowing, just so that you're in something dry, if you'd like?" She asked uncertainly.
"No, thank you. I've got some clothes in here. Do you have somewhere I can change?" Haruhi's eyes travelled down to the suitcase in his hand."Right that way." She said, pointing to the bathroom door. "You can change in there." He nodded and walked to the washroom.
She decided to make some tea.
Haruhi was boiling the water when she noticed Kyoya walk into the kitchen, fresh clothes on and a towel around his neck.
"Do you need any help?" He asked from the doorway.
"Er- no. I've got it. Thanks. You can wait over there." And Kyoya left without another word.
It was a few moments later when Haruhi finished making the tea, and walked to the table. She gave him his cup, watching him for a moment as he took a sip.
"So, Kyoya-Senpai, are you planning on telling me what you're doing here?" She finally asked.
Kyoya put his cup down.
"Is your father home?" He asked instead of answering her question.
Haruhi shook her head. "He hasn't come home yet. I think he's working late and forgot to call."
"I see. Well, in that case... I seem to have a situation on my hands, see. It is a bit embarrassing, I must admit. Usually I'd go to Tamaki or one of the other club members, however while they mean well they usually can't keep a secret to save their lives. And in this case, my situation must be kept a secret. We can't hurt the Ootori reputation."
Hurt the Ootori reputation? What on earth is he talking about?
"What's wrong, Senpai?"
He sighed a little bit. "To make a long story short, my father has managed to freeze our bank accounts. Until we manage to fix it, the Ootories are nearly completely broke. Father had to fire all of our staff, including my driver. I didn't even have enough money in my wallet to pay for a taxi, which is why I had to walk. Father is currently stuck in America, he was making a deal to expand the Ootori business when the account froze. He hadn't known when he was coming home, so he hadn't bought a return ticket. Now he can't even afford a plane ticket back." Kyoya shook his head a bit.
Haruhi stared at him. Broke?
"I'm sorry, Kyoya-Senpai." How must it feel to be one of the richest families in Japan, and then the next day have next to nothing? He couldn't even afford a taxi to get over here.
"Mm. Anyway, having a reputation to uphold wasn't the only reason I didn't go to Tamaki or one of the others. Until we can fix our accounts, which may prove difficult as my father is in America, it seems I have to live the life of a commoner. I got orders from father to not be in the estate until we sort this out, as to not raise the bills. So really, what I'm saying is I need a place to stay. And for someone to... ah... teach me how to live as a commoner, at least for the time being." Kyoya finished with a sip of his tea.
"And you want me to do that?"
"You're the only commoner I know." He said with a shrug.
Right.
Haruhi sighed. "I'll have to ask dad, but I'm sure he'll say yes. He loves you." She said, somewhat reluctantly. She wasn't all too thrilled at the thought of Kyoya becoming her housemate, but who was she to turn him down when she was, if she thought about it, his only option?
Kyoya smiled at her. "Excellent. Where will I sleep?"
Oh, mom!
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