You slam the doors open with both hands when you slide down your hallway. Inside of the room, seven pairs of eyes look over at you. You recognize them as your school's host club, which Tamaki is president- his eyes looking at you squarely and sadly as he is holding a picture you had painted of a distressed mermaid trapped beneath a frozen body of water.

Once you have taken in who is exactly in your room, you actually turn as cold as the mermaid. The once fiery words you meant to throw like daggers now instead corrode and break, leaving you gaping at this club that you had never meant invited to. You hands, once fists, now clam up and slightly shake the doors you are still clinging to as if there is an earthquake. You hoarsely squeak inaudible words and are unsure whether to let yourself fall to the ground or to close the doors and try walking back out of your house, then walking back in to make sure that you weren't delusional. You decide on the later and start shutting the doors when Tamaki suddenly grabs for your wrist, forcing you into the room.

"Wait, Miss Menmonta!"

You were so startled by this touch that you involuntarily squeak and jerk back, pulling your wrist from his hand. He had pulled you far enough into the room that you heard the doors behind you click together, and when you turn to confirm your fears you see twins. They had a mischievous look about them, but at the same time there was pity in those cat-like features that seemed to be holding them back. Tamaki tries to calm your panicking by talking to you again, but you quickly run for the supply closet in the room that had a lock. Once the door is shut behind you, you curl into a fetal position and pray that they will leave.

"I told you just walking into her house was probably not a good idea. Look how terrified she was!" You hear slightly muffled by the thick mahogany door. The voice was higher-pitched, yet could maybe pass as a feminine-male.

"Well her cousins said that we could just wait in her house," you hear the hysterical voice of Tamaki, which you had never heard outside of it's usual smolder.

"Oh, Yuko-chan!" There is a tugging at the door and the pleading child-like voice continues in trying to coax you out of your safe haven.
At this moment you argue with yourself whether you should open the door and apologize for your over dramatic reaction towards their visit. The pleadings continue and you can also hear the feminine voice scolding everyone, trying to get them to move away from the door and give you space.

Finally you decide to just talk to them from the confines of your sanction. "I'll come out when I'm good and ready! Who are all of you, and how have you broken into my house?"

The art room silences. Then you recognize Kyouya's methodical and self-assured voice, "You cousins let us in and told us we could wait in this room for you as you walk home from school ever day. I think, however, you know the answer to your first question."

You consider what he is telling you. You have known that your cousins hated you, but how did they get a key to your house? The maids didn't even have a key; you were responsible enough to treat you home like you were actually paying for it. Maybe they knew where your uncle kept his copy. Then after thinking this you confirm to yourself that this must be the answer.

"Why are you here?"

This time Tamaki spoke, and his voice was neither charming nor hysterical. "I wanted to apologize for today in class and the club wanted to invite you to join us tomorrow."

" Then why didn't you send a card and invitation like everyone else?"

"I wanted to say this personally, and we wanted you to feel like are are welcome to the club."

You think back to the accident of the morning, then you realize why he might have done this to you.

"Listen," you say shakily, "if this is for interrupting your compliment, I'm sorry. If I had known that it would mean invasion of my home I would never had said it. Please, I'm really sorry. Tomorrow I'll just take whatever flattering words you give me."

There is a moment of silence that is then broken by an eruption of laughter.

"No, Princess, this isn't a punishment. We would really like to speak with you. Would you please unlock the door?"

Now you are confused. Tempted by curiosity, you uncurl yourself. You look under the door and see that a blur of feet are crowded around the door. You realize that your glasses have fallen off of your face for the first time. Then sliding up to look through the side crack , your hands clinging to the door-nob. You see Tamaki, his face bent over the handle of the door as if he is looking at a child. In his hands are your glasses, but you forgot about those as, even through your blurred vision, you see his expression. Not since your parents death have you seen that, even the maids have never showed it. You are so shocked and amazed by it that you find yourself unconsciously unlocking the door. As you open the door, his expression of acceptance is still the same.