"Your notes are so cute, Haru-chan!"

Haruhi glanced over to Honey who sat on the chair beside her with arms supporting his cherub cheeks. Her eyes flickered down to the notes she was taking notes on.

She had borrowed Miran's English notes.

Miran's notes were organized and detailed. On the corners of each page, a small panda was doodled. Instead of regular bullet points, Miran used stars and hearts. Pastel colors highlighted certain words to delineate importance. Pictures of little bunnies speaking added an important note to the side. Despite its cute appearance, it taught Haruhi more English than she had been able to self-learn in a week.

The host club king's ears twitched. "Cute notes?"

'Oh no,' Haruhi deadpanned. "They aren't–"

"HARUHIIIIII!"

Haruhi suddenly found herself squished against Tamaki's chest and spun around with flowers flying around.

"MY DAUGHTER IS FINALLY BEING THE LITTLE GIRL DADDY WANTS HER TO BEEEE!"

"Senpai, let me go!"

The rest of the Host Club approached Miran's notes with curiosity.

"I didn't know Haru-chan draws cute stuff when she takes notes!" Honey chirped over Mori's shoulder.

"Ah," Mori agreed.

"I don't think these are Haruhi's notes," Kyoya stated, eying the notes Haruhi was actually taking.

"Haruhi doesn't take notes like these," Hikaru frowned as he picked Miran's notes up. There was something familiar about the tiny pandas scattered across the page.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed as he picked up Haruhi's actual notes. "These are Haruhi's notes,"

The Host Club scanned over Haruhi's notes.

Haruhi's notes were organized and detailed. No drawings unless they were diagrams. The bullet points got straight to the point. Just a regular yellow highlighter and black pen colored the page. Although both notes had the same content, the styles were completely different.

Altogether, the Host Club concluded.

"Haruhi didn't make the cute notes,"

Tamaki stopped spinning Haruhi around.

"Haruhi didn't make the cute notes..?" Tamaki echoed, each word draining an ounce of life from him. Suddenly, he was in a corner growing mushroom with a gloomy aura above his head. "Haruhi... little girl..."

Haruhi smoothed down her wrinkled uniform. "That's what I was trying to tell you guys. Those aren't my notes,"

"Then whose notes are they?" Hikaru asked as he scanned over Miran's notes.

Kaoru looked over Hikaru's shoulder and attempted to identify the owner of the notes. "We haven't seen you share notes with anyone else in class,"

'Besides us,' The twins stared down at the notes suspiciously, almost possessively.

Haruhi looked to the side. "Oh, just someone... in class,"

The twins' suspicions increased. "Oh really?"

Tamaki snapped out of his gloom and snatched the notes out of Hikaru's hold. He scanned every cute detail. Notes made so cutely had to have been made by a girl. It had that feminine touch.

"Is this a friend of yours Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, seemingly in deep thought.

Haruhi blinked, scratching her cheek as she mused over how to approach this. "Well, yeah. She offered to help me learn English,"

"She?" A flash of realization sudden passed over the Host Club.

'Oh no,' Haruhi realized her mistake.

"SO MY LITTLE GIRL HAS A SECRET GIRLFRIEND SHE DIDN'T TELL DADDY ABOUT!" Tamaki exclaimed gleefully, running to pull Haruhi into another hug-spin. Haruhi let out an 'omf' as she once again fell victim to Tamaki's antics. "OH! SHE'LL MAKE HARUHI THE LITTLE GIRL DADDY WANTS HER TO BE! I JUST KNOW IT!"

"Senpai!"

"INTRODUCE HER TO US!"

"Stop it!"

"I wanna meet her too, Haru-chan!"

"Honey-senpai! Not you too!"

"I'm a bit curious as well," Kyoya admitted, holding Miran's notes in his hands. Tamaki stopped spinning Haruhi around once again. His violet eyes shined brightly.

"MOMMY IS INTERESTED TOO! THAT'S IT!"

Tamaki pulled a blackboard out of nowhere. Written on the blackboard was "Operation Meet Haruhi's Super Secret Girl Friend". The crude drawing of a stick figure girl surrounded by multiple question marks was placed on the center of the board. The Host Club members suddenly surrounded the board, lined up like soldiers.

Haruhi sweatdropped as she watched the Tamaki bark orders and the club members shout back in response.

'I knew I shouldn't have studied here...'

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'I knew I shouldn't have pigged out...' Miran slumped over her desk with a palm over her stomach. 'Of course, Mina would notice and place me back on that stupid diet...'

A dragon clawed at the walls of her stomach and roared. 'Feed me!'

'I don't think I can handle drinking any more water... I'm so hungry...' Miran whimpered, planting her head on her desk.

A cat riceball was placed on her desk.

Miran shot up to view her savior.

"Where's your lunch?" Haruhi asked, pulling a chair from a nearby desk and sitting across Miran's desk. Miran's eyes welled up with tears of relief.

"Haruhiiii!" Miran cried as she pulled Haruhi's hands into her own. Her eyes shined with gratitude. "You're my hero!"

"Your welcome?" Haruhi said, confused. He tilted his head slightly and blinked. He reminded Miran of a confused puppy. 'C-cute!"

"Sorry," Miran apologized as she picked the riceball up. "It's just that my stupid company has me on another stupid diet, and I'm dying of hunger,"

Haruhi frowned. "They have you on a diet? But you're so skinny!"

"Not skinny enough," Miran sighed, mournfully observing the details of the cat riceball. "I gained like 6 pounds, and I just started my break. If I keep gaining, it'll be harder to lose when I return,"'If I return,'

"How much do you weigh?"

"103 pounds,"

"How tall are you?"

"I dunno. Last time I checked, 5'7?"

Haruhi shoved the riceball in Miran's mouth.

"You definitely need to eat,"

"ACK!"

A heroic cat sacrificed itself. It befriended the dragon in the stomach. 'Happy!'

Miran wiped the remaining bits of rice away from her mouth. Her taste buds tingled with the delicious flavors of the cat riceball.

"You've got to tell me your recipe,"

"I'll tell you when you gain 5 more pounds,"

"Hey! This is my job like it or not!"

"Why do you put up with it?" Haruhi placed another cat riceball on Miran's desk. "I mean, you don't seem to like being an idol at all,"

"It's a long story," Miran shrugged as she contemplated evading answering the question but ultimately deciding to somewhat indulge her new friend. "Buuut, long story short, I needed money,"

"Now, the real question is why do you put up with being a host?" Miran pointed at Haruhi accusingly. "You don't seem like the kind of person, Mr. Honor Student,"

"It's a long story," Haruhi deadpanned as he glanced off to the side, wincing at the not so far off memory of a broken vase. He suddenly caught the glimpse of six very familiar looking Host Club members peeking into the classroom. He narrowed his eyes, causing Tamaki to squeak and the Hosts to hide.

"What?" Miran observed Haruhi's displeased expression and narrowed her eyes. In an attempt to break the silence that floated over them, Miran joked. "It's not like they're holding you hostage to pay off some debt or something, right?"

"SHE KNOWS!"

Miran jumped, startled as a flamboyant blonde boy jumped in the classroom and pointed at her accusingly. Haruhi facepalmed.

"Gentlemen! New mission! Operation: Haruhi is totally not a girl!" The blonde announced. The group of boys behind him nodded. "Right!"

"Haruhi's a girl?" Miran never felt so confused before in her life. 'What the hell is going on?'

At the snap of his fingers, the evil twins appeared at his side. The twins' eyes glinted. Miran sunk in her seat with wide eyes filled with fear.

"H-Haruhi?!" Miran called for some kind of help. She turned to Haruhi only to find her being guarded by a very tall stoic man and a child that attempted to look threatening.

"Honey-senpai! Mori-senpai! It's not what you think!" Haruhi tried to reason as she tried to break free from their protection.

"Tie her up!"

"Yes, Boss!"

In a blink of an eye, Miran found herself wrapped up with rope. Miran went white-eyed. 'Where the hell did they get a rope from?!'

"Hey! Let me go!" Miran squirmed and thrashed as she was hoisted up over the shoulder of the very tall man. The child from before childishly glared up at her and wagged his finger 'no'. "You're coming with us!"

"To the clubroom!"

Tamaki led the Host Club out the classroom with Miran being held captive.

"Kyoya! Stop him! Miran doesn't know anything!" Haruhi demanded.

"I would," Kyoya pushed up his glasses, causing the glasses to glint. "Unfortunately, she knows too much now,"

"Kyoya!"

| § |

'It's official,' Miran mused. 'I hate this school,'

"MOMMY, WHAT DO WE DO?"

"We simply swear her into secrecy, Daddy," Kyoya scribbled in his notebook.

Flowers floated over Honey's head as he clutched his small bunny. "No one will reveal Haru-chan's under our watch, right Takashi?"

"Ah,"

"HARUHI, GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM! DADDY WILL PROTECT YOU!" Tamaki pushed Haruhi towards the changing rooms.

Haruhi deadpanned as she resisted. "Senpai, you're being unreasonable,"

"I say we initiate amnesia, Boss," One of the twins suggested as the other held up a bat threateningly towards Miran.

Miran barred her teeth. "Oh, I dare you..!"

"Hikaru, Kaoru, although we can afford to pay her medical bills, as hosts we cannot afford to damage an international idol," Kyoya clicked his pen and set down his notebook. Tamaki seemed to freak out even more upon learning that Miran was an idol.

"THEN THAT MEANS THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW HARUHI IS A GIRL!" Tamaki gasped in horror. He then drifted into a cloud of delusional where Haruhi became an idol and got married and he–

Miran popped his nightmare bubble with a groan. "You're wasting my class time for this?!"

"Do not fret, Miss Kagamine. The Host Club will excuse your absence," Kyoya informed. Miran's eye twitched.

"Again, you're wasting my class time for this?!"

One of the twins leaned on her chair. "You can't honestly prefer being in class,"

"Over being with us, Princess," The other twin whispered in her ear.

Miran bit towards them threateningly. They backed away, chuckling. She huffed in annoyance as they stuck out their tongue at her teasingly.

"Look, for the hundredth time," Miran droned, glaring at the hosts. "Haruhi is my friend. I don't care whether he's a she or she's a he. I'm not going to go and babble on about a secret that isn't mine to tell,"

It seemed as though this time her words were finally going through the member's heads.

Miran relaxed a bit. 'I guess they can pay attention after getting over their stupid dramat–'

"That's a wonderful speech, Miss Kagamine, but I'm afraid we'll need more assurance than that," Kyoya informed, pushing his glasses. Miran wanted to tear out her hair.

"What more do you need?!" Miran cried out, completely exasperated. "A contract?! A blood pact?!"

The twins snickered.

'Oh,' A light bulb flickered in Miran's head at the evil twins' laughter. 'Ohh!'

"Wait," Miran paused. "I have a proposition,"

"A proposition?" Kyoya echoed. Miran nodded. Her previous panic-filled eyes turned to a determined purple.

"The Hitachiin twins have a rather scandalous, career-wrecking photo of me," Miran's amethyst eyes flickered towards the suddenly unsmiling twins. "In return for keeping my stupid career, I won't tell a soul about Haruhi,"

Miran gazed fiercely back at the members. "That's your assurance,"

"Hikaru, Kaoru," Tamaki called, surprisingly serious. "Is this true?"

The twins shrugged nonchalantly as they attempted to pretend not to care. "We needed it to convince her to model for our mother since she kept refusing, but I guess that's that,"

Tamaki pondered deeply for a moment as he gazed at Miran. Miran shifted uncomfortably in her tied up seat.

With a snap of the fingers and a blinding smile, Tamaki kneeled before Miran and held out his hand to shake.

"Princess Miran, it's a deal,"

Miran stared at him, feeling out of breath at the sight of his sincerity.

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"I can't shake your hand, you know, being tied up and all. I'll totally shake your hand though if you just unti–OOF!"

"WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, MY DEAR DAUGHTER!"

"ACK!"

"Aw, Boss, you killed her,"


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