Disclaimer: Ouran doesn't belong to me...yet...
Haruhi
Most days, Haruhi felt like an outsider. Which made sense, since she was. She simply couldn't understand the minds of rich people (and considering how most of these people acted, she wasn't sure she wanted to). Sometimes, however, she feels a dull ache in her chest, seeing the male hosts interact so easily with one another, having a connection to each other that she would never have with them. Yet, when six pairs of hands reach out to her (literally and figuratively), the ache disappears, and a warm glow takes its place.