This story starts where the Ouran Host Club anime left off. Tamaki saved Haruhi from falling off the bridge (by falling with her), the heads of the Suoh and Otori families are debating which son will be the one to marry Haruhi, and the 7 hosts are once again in Music Room 3 waiting for the ladies of their prestigious school to arrive.
"Welcome, my princesses." Says Tamaki, smiling grandly for the two ladies entering the music room.
All seven hosts bow to the ladies, then Kyoya looks at his registry and says, "Hatori-hime, Yagumi-hime, it's wonderful to see you both again. Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai will be more than happy to escort you ladies to your regular table. And just like that, the club is open for business. The afternoon is filled with the regular flare of Tamaki as he watches the ladies of Ouran crowd around the tables of his friends. Especially Haruhi, who has gained many regulars since her first few weeks here.
"Mama-san," Tamaki says to Kyoya. "How much longer until the graduation ceremony? We'll need to prepare appropriately for More-sempai and Honey-sempai's departures."
"I agree," Kyoya nods. "Though, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from calling my mama in front of the customers."
Tamaki nods his head at Kyoya before walking over to Haruhi's table. "How's Papa's darling doing today?" he asks in a sickly-sweet tone. He drapes his arm over her chair and places his mouth at her ear.
"Ah! Sempai!" she calls, pulling her body away from him. "Really, you can't do that when we have guests. It'll startle them as much as it does me." She rolls her eyes at him, then turns to the ladies in front of her and apologizes. "I'm so sorry ladies. Sempai has been odder than normal since the cultural fair."
A young lady sitting opposite Haruhi nods at her, then says "It's quite alright. Sempai has always been oddly interesting. It's often been a large part of his appeal. I believe I'm quite alright in saying that all of us here at Ouran are very happy to see the Host Club back up and running. After the festival, with the news of your disbandment, many of us were quite worried."
Tamaki immediately sobers up at the mention of their previous disbandment. "It was a troublesome time for us as well as we figured out all the parts of our club in a new way."
By this point, all the members and guests of the Host Club were paying attention to Tamaki, Haruhi, and the lady speaking. Small conversations regarding the continuation of the Host Club sprang up all round the room in the moments after that. And the rest of the afternoon was a blur of spring time conversations, sweets and tea. Finally, the last guests left, smiles on their faces. And just like that the afternoon was gone.
"Honestly sempai. You cannot act like that in front of the guests again. It's rude to the ladies. Not to mention in appropriate." Though Haruhi and Tamaki had confessed their feeling to one another, Haruhi had also made it clear that she was not ready for a relationship now. Not with the end of her first year coming so quickly.
Tamaki had accepted that, but told her that he would not give up on her, not ever. She had blushed and accepted that as well.
"But Haruhi, Daddy just loves you so much. Besides, I wanted to know how you were doing at the end of our first week back as the Host Club. It has been a rather odd week after all." He was right, of course. After the rejoining of the Host Club, which had taken some interesting moves to return to normal, both Tamaki and Kyoya had had to deal with family situations. Though Haruhi and the other hosts weren't sure exactly the extent of the situation, they knew that both men had come back the next day and had been very quiet, which was highly unusual for both of them.
"Tamaki-sempai!" the twins yelled at him, each grabbing an arm and drawing him away from Haruhi. "You can't just say that out loud. And you can't keep saying 'Daddy'. Everyone knows she is a girl, even if she still dresses as a boy. It's inappropriate."
Tamaki tries to disagree with them, but then Honey chimes in "They're right Tama-chan. Everyone does know that Haru-chan is a girl."
"And they're also right about it being inappropriate in front of the guests. They are here to be entertained, not watch you make googoo eyes at Haruhi. If you can't control yourself, perhaps we should remove you for a few days." Kyoya adds.
Per his usual self, Tamaki expresses his depression by landing himself in a dark corner. Haruhi on the other hand, with the eyes of her sempais and classmates on her, blushes and says, "I'll be going first. Got to get home and make dinner." She then leaves to get her belongings and shoes from her locker.
"We should all be heading home now" says Kyoya. And the hosts follow suit, gathering their things and making calls for their cars to come and get them.
Outside, Kyoya enters his car and it begins to pull away from the school. The lateness of the day is already bringing about some clear darkness, and as he leaves Ouran's gates, he can see Haruhi walking toward the bus stop. "Pull over here," says Kyoya to his driver. He opens his door and steps out some, calling to her. "Haruhi, get in. I'll take you home."
"Oh, Kyoya-sempai. Thank you, but I'll be fine. The bus stop is only a few minutes from the end of the road." She bows and turns to continue walking, but then she is stopped by his hand around her elbow.
"Haruhi, your father would be disappointed if he found out that I didn't seriously suggest you enter the car and let me take you home." At the mention of her father, she accepts Kyoya's kind heartedness.
"Thank you, sempai."
She enters the car before him, scooting over to the other side. He then enters the car and closes the door. He leans forward and says something to his driver, then leans back and buckles his belt. The car begins to take off, only quiet filling the car.
Finally, the car begins to slow, then come to a stop. "We are here sir" the driver calls to Kyoya.
"Very well," Kyoya responds. "Haruhi, shall we?" His use of her name calls her back from the book she was reading, reality starting to set back in.
She looks out the window, assuming she is at her apartment, but instead the lights of downtown Tokyo great her eyes. "Um, sempai? What are we doing here?"
He had opened the door and begun to get out, then turns his head and looks her right in the eyes. "Well, I need to eat dinner. I supposed having a friend join me would be better than eating alone. Besides, your father said he would not be home until well after midnight and did not want you to eat alone at home. Now come. Our table is waiting." He finishes getting out of the car, then reaches back into it and offers her his hand.
She takes it and exits the car, following him inside. As they enter, she realizes he has brought her to one of the top ten restaurants in all of Tokyo. She follows behind quietly, still in her school uniform.
"Otori," Kyoya says to the hostess.
She nods her head at him and says, "This way please." She leads them to a set of smaller rooms, down one of the halls to the left. As she gestures to a room, she says "Ortori-sama, as you requested, we've assembled clothing so you and your companion might be more comfortable, sir." She opens the door, waiting for Kyoya to enter.
He turns to Haruhi and says, "Please, pick something more comfortable to wear." Then he disappears into the room. The hostess holds the door to the room across the way open for her and lets her enter. Inside is a small collection of ladies wear, including dress, skirts, slacks, and blouses. She quickly looks around, then picks a simple white button down blouse and a navy skirt. Once dressed, she exits the small room and find Kyoya in the hall, awaiting her. He's now dressed in very slimming black slacks, a white button down, a red and grey tie, and a matching black suit jacket. She blushed at the sudden sight of him, dressed professionally and all.
"Oh, sempai, should I have worn something more. . ."
"No, you look beautiful. The outfit suits you very well. Shall we?" He motions further down the hall. She nods and they go further into the establishment, taking a right turn into a private room with a set dining table. "I've taken the liberty to preorder our meal for us. It should be here in a few moments. I hope it suits your tastes." He pulls out her chair and offers it to her, allowing her to sit and pushing in her chair, before taking his own seat across from her.
As he'd said, a full spread of sushi and appetizers appears on the table within in minutes. He inches a plate closer to her and says, "I believe this dish will appeal to you very much. It's the highest grade tuna they serve." And then he smiles.