First try at fanfic. Not very good at it, I suppose.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.

His eyes never faltered; they remained steady throughout any and every situation, though there was a turmoil going on within. His glasses, which glinted in the light, prevented his eyes from betraying his emotions.

His slim fingers were poised above the keyboard, and a frown adorned his features, as if he was thinking about what he should type. After a few moments, he sighed and leaned back in the comfortable leather chair, turning to watch the rest of the Host Club go about their activities.

Haruhi was sitting at one of the tables, having a seemingly animated conversation with a couple of insignificant (to him, at least) girls who giggled and went, "Kawaii!" at everything she said. Ever since she'd joined the Host Club, their profits had increased by a significant percentage and the number of visitors had gone up. Of course, however, her silly mistakes and carelessness had cancelled out those positive effects and at the end of the day, she still had a debt yet to be repaid.

The twins, as usual, were up to some kind of mischief, this time taking the form of a plan to force Haruhi into a bunny suit and exchange her with Hani's bunny plushie, Usa-chan, while the latter was asleep. They lounged on the velvet sofa, their famous Cheshire grins adorning their features, while their designators sat across them, playing the endless game of "Guess Which Is Hikaru-kun".

Mori and Hani were both sitting at another table, Hani's bunny taking up an extra seat, while Hani ate cake and entertained the girls and Mori sat there, his expression unreadable, with the exception of a few tiny smiles. He often wondered what went on inside Mori's head, and why he had such an untalkative nature. It was one of his unsolved mysteries.

Tamaki was different. Unlike the rest, Tamaki hadn't joined the club for profit or by force. He was simply there because he wanted to be there. He was not a fake: all the unbelievable things he'd say to the girls and the tears he shed were all his heartfelt feelings. Tamaki never lied and was always true to everyone, which was why he was so popular with the girls. He always had something to say that'd make everyone feel better, and though they might not have realized it, he was able to turn their moods into positive ones just by saying a few words. Even his "amazing ideas" seemed to have a positive effect on them all.

How could such a person be summed up in words? This kind of person could not be put down in ink or described in pixels. This kind of person was something like the kind of feeling you got when you were on a high, a kind of feeling you couldn't explain in a thousand years.

He focused on the screen again, and wondered if he would ever finish this report.

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