The orange sun sank to the horizon, illuminating the beach with a fiery brilliance. Haruhi gazed at it wistfully, memories of her host days stirring in her mind. The host club had split years ago, and though they corresponded occasionally, things were never the same. They couldn't be. The hosts had grown up, but the host club had not.

And then she met him again.

Haruhi rushed off the bus at her bus stop, eager to see her father after a few weeks at college. But something important must have happened in those few weeks, for there was a crowd gathered around her apartment. Haruhi tapped a woman at the outer edge of the crowd.

"Excuse me ma'am, what happened here?" she asked. The woman beamed at her.

"He's here! The most eligible bachelor in Japan is here! Can you believe it? In the suburbs!" Haruhi managed a weak smile, trying to determine who the current most eligible bachelor in Japan was. And why would he be here? Then Haruhi remembered her rather attractive neighbor claimed to be the daughter of a royal. She hadn't believed the girl, but now… her eyes widened, then she groaned. Not him again.

"Haruhi!" the blonde called as soon as he saw her. A few girls around her looked enviously at her.

"Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi muttered sullenly.

Haruhi allowed herself a small smile as she remembered this. Even then Tamaki had been an annoying idiot, though he had matured considerably since his host club days.

Tamaki smiled at her. "I'm not "senpai" anymore." Haruhi shrugged.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her tone accusing. For a moment Tamaki looked offended, but then his smile widened.

"A reunion! We're going to have a host club reunion! I came to invite you personally…"

"When?" Haruhi asked succinctly.

"Two weeks from now…"

"Can't," Haruhi interrupted again. "I have exams that week." Tamaki smile faltered. The girls around them glared at Haruhi. Haruhi spun on the annoying crowd. "Go away!"

Resentfully, the crowd dispersed, sneaking glances back at Tamaki, who answered each glance with a sincere smile.

"Are you going to invite me in?" Tamaki asked at last, gesturing toward the apartment. Haruhi blushed – she had forgotten her manners once more.

"Yeah, come in," she mumbled. Tamaki cheerfully followed her.

"Do you have any of that instant coffee?" he asked. Haruhi rolled her eyes, then nodded, and went to prepare coffee.

When she returned, her father was, for once, having a civilized conversation with Tamaki.

"He says there's gonna be a reunion for your little host club," Fujioka-san said, motioning toward Tamaki, who grinned.

"You're dad says he doesn't mind," Tamaki said.

"He's not the one who has to take the exams," Haruhi replied. "I need to get good grades on those exams."

"You need a break," Fujioka-san said. Haruhi looked to her father.

"Dad, didn't we have this discussion before? I can take care of myself." Fujioka-san looked embarrassedly down.

"Yes," he said meekly.

"We can reschedule the reunion, then," Tamaki offered.

"But if everyone else already agreed to this date…" Haruhi tried. Tamaki blushed slightly.

"You're the first one I asked. I wanted to make sure you could come." Haruhi shrugged in defeat.

"Okay then…"

Haruhi laughed quietly to herself. That reunion was the craziest day of her life. Aside from her wedding, of course.