Gaaahhh, second release! I'm still incredibly nervous. Dx So, this time, I've decided to devote my developing fanfiction skills to Ouran High School Host Club. :3 Just as a heads up, I'm planning for this to be KaoruxOC, since I don't think Kaoru gets enough attention~ C: Tell you the truth, I haven't watched Ouran in a while (I still lovelovelove it though), so I might be a little shaky with small details here and there. D: Forgive me. I'm sorry this chapter is so incredibly short...think of it as an introduction! :D (I felt bad for not posting anything for 3 days...yes three days...so I kinda randomly dished this one out. But no worries, future chapters shall be longer!)

I've always liked Kaoru, because he's smart and cool and understands feelings. o3o So, basically, this story is the result of my fangirl dreams. Heh Heh 8D The romance-y stuff may feel like it comes really slowly, but please, give this story a chance~ Read 2 or 3 chapters, see what you think. I really want this story to have a solid plot besides the KaoruxOC relationship.

Please Read/Review and definitely enjoy! x3

Mika wandered through countless halls, fumbling with the small slip of paper in her hand. Third Music Room…Third Music Room…The teacher had handed her a piece of paper telling her to go to the Third Music Room...but where exactly was it? Looking around, Mika noted that, as she walked along, countless pairs of eyes scrutinized her, often followed by whispering and giggles. Mika sighed, It must be my appearance… She walked by a window and stared at her reflection; disheveled bed hair, baggy gray sweater, and a pair of athletic shorts, topped off with spots of dirt and dust. It wasn't her fault she fell asleep with wet hair last night…then overslept and forgot to change out of her comfy sleeping clothes…then tripped while walking through the school garden…right? Then again, she didn't really care, now did she? Shrugging off any awkward looks and ignoring the incessant giggles, Mika continued her search for the Third Music Room.

This was starting to get awfully irritating. Mika felt like she'd trekked the whole school looking for this Third Music Room. Hah, I've toured the whole school in search of the music room where my tour guide's supposed be. Stupid irony. She tried to recall the directions the teacher had given her, something about a left turn then two rights? Deep in thought, Mika turned the corner and continued walking around. Or was it a right turn and two lef—

"Owwww," two voices exclaimed as they collided, landing on the floor by a puddle of shattered porcelain teapots and cups.

"Haruhi!" yelled a frivolous yet worried tone, "Kaoru, Hikaru, I told you that was too much for her to carry! Haruhiiiiiiii, are you okay? Papa's coming!" A slim figure with blonde hair began giddily prancing towards the skinny brown-haired person on the floor; arms wide open in a rather disturbing fashion.

Haruhi, still wincing in pain, looked up to see whom she had bumped, or rather crashed, into. "Ah, sorry, are you okay?" she asked caringly.

"Haha, yeah, I'm all right," laughed Mika, with one eye open in a wink and a large smile plastered across her face.

It was at this time that the host club had all come running over to aid Haruhi. Tamaki hugged Haruhi tightly, rubbing his cheek against hers as if she were a precious teddy bear.

"Ta-ma-ki-sen-pai…" spoke Haruhi, in a highly annoyed voice as she tried to push off her "father."

After getting up off the floor (and freeing herself from Tamaki), Haruhi extended her hand to help lift the girl on the floor up, flashing a smile at the same time. Mika happily obliged and was pulled up off the floor. She grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. Haruhi, being observant as she was, noticed that Mika's elbow had been cut by a shard of porcelain.

"Your elbow's hurt and bleeding!"

"Eh, really?" Mika replied innocently as she inspected her elbow, "Ah, no kidding," she noticed calmly.

The host club couldn't help but sweat drop at this oddly composed reaction. Mika just continued naively looking at the cut on her arm. Haruhi grabbed the injured girl's arm and pulled her forward,

"Anyway, let's go get that wound treated."

"Ah, 'kay~" Mika chimed.