I do not own Ouran or any of its characters, just the few I add to the story. :)
This story is told from Kyoya's and the OC's point of views. When the POV changes, you'll see a divider with the appropriate initial in front of it (i.e. 'K~~~~~').


J~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked the halls of my new workplace. My office was at the end of a long corridor on the second floor of the music building. I had officially started working at Ouran University two weeks ago when teacher orientation began, but today was when the real test began. Today, the students would come and turn the campus upside down.

I'd never been a fan of teaching. I'd rather perform than stand in front of a classroom of kids who don't take the material seriously. Performing was my passion and teaching, my occupation. Why was I at Ouran University preparing to teach music then? Easy enough. I craved adventure and change. Moving to Japan seemed like one of the bigger steps I could take, and it also made music more tolerable to my parents. Not to say they didn't support my choice: Mom and Dad just wished I had chosen a more practical field: medicine, engineering, etc. I was never one for doing what everyone said I should. Music made me feel alive and released my creativity. I taught in high schools and intermediate schools in America for two years before I made the choice to seek work overseas.

To be honest, I was shocked to find a music position open in Japan. I had been looking at South Korea; but they were so crowded with over qualified people, that finding a decent job there is like finding the proverbial needle. When I researched the university and its one music position, I was flabbergasted and terrified. I just barely met qualifications. Thank goodness the board has no age requirements for teachers. I overnighted my head shots, resumé, a flash-drive with a few of my personal recordings, a DVD of my last concert, and three lesson plans the next day. I got an email a week later requesting a video of me teaching a private lesson, which I sent two days later. They sent me a plane ticket for the week following. All I had to say was that the HR department at Ouran moved fast, lightning fast. One month later, and here I am. I'm interested to see if college kids will be more dedicated to their studies than all the other music students I've had and watched. I'd assume so since it is their career choice, but we'll see if they can handle what I dish out.

I was just about to turn into my office when I heard conversation within my studio. Surprised and a little put out, I opened my door. A handsome blonde was seated at my baby grand, and a good-looking, bespectacled man sat on my couch. I stood in the doorway, a bit taken aback. As a new teacher, the last thing I would've expected before the school day started was for two very attractive men to be waiting for me in my office. Hold that, they are not waiting. They are just here. There goes that fantasy.