It wasn't long after graduation that I'd lost touch with my previous Host Club co-members. But it was often I thought about them. Had Hunny lost his cute little kid charm? I hoped not. That was something I'd always admired about him. His ability to keep his innocence despite what some may have wanted. And what about Mori? Was he still looking after Hunny? Probably. Maybe not from right by his side, but from a distance perhaps. It seemed nearly impossible for Mori to ever leave Hunny completely. They were made to be friends forever; no matter how many obstacles they had to go through.

I'd seen in the newspaper that the Twins had started conquering the world of small business investments, and though they didn't need the money they seemed to be raking in a truckload every day.

And Tamaki.

He was doing exceptionally well. I always knew he would do great things. He wasn't ever one to give up, even when up against his own family. Though his Grandmother had her objections (to put it lightly), he of course took over his Father's place as the head of his family's company, and as the headmaster of Ouran High School.

I fiddled with the small photo of my friends and me on the day of Hunny and Mori's graduation. Everyone was grinning and laughing, as though everything wasn't about to change with the two older boy's departure. Of course, the only one who seemed to notice was Kyoya. He always was a step ahead of everyone else.

It had been three years since the graduation of the remaining host club members, and the initiation of the new Hostlings (all of them male to our knowledge). I lived alone in a one bedroom flat in Tokyo, despite my Father's pleas for me to stay home. I was in my junior year of college at Tokyo University and had no more than a few acquaintances. What I lacked in actual friends though, I made up with a fish in a medium sized bowl in the window above my bed; a parting gift dad named Bubbles when I moved out.

I had attained a level of normalcy in my life I hadn't felt since middle school. Though, every now and then I would wake up and half expect to find the host club standing over my bed, a new adventure ready and waiting for me, like they had so many times before. I chalked it up to PTSD.

Anyway, here I was.

Working hard towards the career my Mother had, and enjoying the peace I never really had a chance to have in high school. I was mostly debt free, drama free, and just generally free to do as I wanted. I wasn't tied down by club obligations, I didn't really go out with friends, and I definitely didn't have anything romantic going on.

It had been a shock to the club that Tamaki and I never hit it off quite the way they had all expected us to. Of course I cared for Tamaki, and I knew he cared for me. I'm sure his heart broke a little when I officially rejected him during our junior year of high school, but he recovered quickly. He resolved that he would always be happy just having me in his life, even if it was just as a friend. And while everyone else seemed surprised that I didn't reciprocate Tamaki's feelings, Kyoya seemed so cool about it. Like he knew I wouldn't ever quite make it to the level of affection Tamaki had for me.

How was it that he was so unpredictable though he was calculating? Sure it was common knowledge that he never did anything unless it proved profitable, or beneficial to him in some way, but there was always something distant about him. Maybe I would have figured it out long ago if I'd actually had a chance to be alone with him. To really talk and find a way to bond, the way I had with all of the other club members.

It would have been worth the effort, I'm sure. But I had been so caught up in trying to maintain my grades to keep my scholarship, and the other members seemed to put in most of the effort in solidifying our friendships. Something as silly as conversing with people and building relationships didn't come as a main priority. Unless the conversation included side notes of the Pythagorean Theorem, I didn't care. I didn't care that even though I saw him every day for 4 years, I never bothered to get close to Kyoya. Even if getting close to the others was unintentional. Mostly.

Still.

Did I regret it?

A/N 4/5/16: Okay guys. This is the first revision. I'm gonna date these so you know, because I know I tried to do the revising a long time ago and just didn't because I'm an asssshoolllleeeee

K love you bye

-tst