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CHAPTER ONE
The Host Club is in the courtyard, throwing another party, flirting and joking, and overall, just being the Club.
I barely ever attend these things, but somehow, I find myself being dragged by my two best friends.
"Tsukino Akane! Do something out of your routine for once in your life! Come on, we're going to the event!"
"Yeah come on Akane-chan!"
"B-but!"
I shake my head with a small smile as they drag me forward. They sit me down under a tree and take to either side of me, breathless giggles coming from all of us.
"Why hello ladies. Enjoying yourselves?"
We all turn to see Tamaki-senpai, smiling at us with roses in hand.
Chika-chan to my right flushes a deep red and I laugh at her as Tamaki pulls a flower out of the bouquet and hands it to her.
"Th-thank you, Senpai!"
"Well, a beautiful lady such as yourself deserves only the best." He gives her another smile and holds out a hand to her.
"Sorry ladies, but I think I'm going to have to steal her for a second," He gives a dashing smile before continuing. "Care for a walk?"
Face still red, Chika shoots us a glance, and as we nod emphatically, she gets up and leaves.
Leah-chan and I watch her leave before we begin whispering to each other, giggling like children. We sit for a while, talking about classes and our lives, when a shadow falls over us. Mori-senpai leans against the tree we've been sitting at for the past few minutes, giving me a small smile before Leah gives me an apologetic look, getting up.
"He promised a walk with me, heh. See you in a bit Akane."
I watch him hold out his arm for her to hold, and she latches on, a small amount of pink staining her features as she waves goodbye to me.
Smiling, I get up from the ground, and walk towards the tables of food to swipe a napkin. In their haste to bring me, I hadn't been able to grab my sketchpad. I return to the tree and sit where I can see everyone, and draw. I sit in silence until as usual, the day ends. Except for this time, there's no one to hand the drawing to.
I feel so lost, and loosely, I hold my drawing, looking down, in a sense of solemnity. But I look up to see a sight I won't soon forget.
The sun is setting into gorgeous colors, illuminating the whole courtyard, and as I watch, everybody begins to glow, the back light of the sunset casting its magic. Catching a flash of ebony hair, I see him talking to some girls. He meets my gaze, and gives me a small nod and hint of a smile before continuing his conversation. My grip on my drawing tightens for a second, wrinkling the napkin, but the sense of loneliness I felt dissipates.
And as usual, without a word, I walk away.
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