I am not from an elite family.

Nor do I have any intelligence or skill that would help me rise up the ranks to be like them.

All I have is a strange pulling sensation of bad luck.

However, this isn't as bad as it may seem.

Maybe I can relax a little again.

MISAKO FUYUCHI

I felt restrained being squished between two expensive cars while walking from school. Tamaki Suoh had the strength to ask me to visit the host club again while Kyoya Ootori was on the other side, telling me never to visit again.

I felt extremely restrained of movement, yes. But I also couldn't control the smile on my face as the sight of Kyoya making girls drool kept repeating in my mind. I felt my smile tug wider as I grip tightly on my school bag, walking to the apartment.

"Misako-hime!" Tamaki dawdled as he reached for my hand. I quickly twirled around to avoid him and skipped forward towards my apartment. Kyoya couldn't say a word to me. Only wishing to halt Tamaki from knowing further of his reason why he won't let me stay inside the host club.

It's such a shame too. I wanted to spend time with Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai.

…Though they weren't there.

Haruhi-san explained that it was because Honey-senpai wasn't feeling well and had to leave school early. I was really disappointed though. I wanted to make new friends and start fresh for once.

Haruhi-san wasn't a bad start though. I liked how nice he was to me and how level-headed he was among everyone else. We talked about our schools before and how the trains should be lengthier to reduce the crowd population.

"Misako-hime, please! I must know why you would choose the twins to be Haruhi's playmate rather than me!" Tamaki, with all his lady-loving exterior, proved to have strong feelings for Haruhi. I wondered in my mind if Haruhi felt the same way.

I entered the apartment quietly, making sure that Tamaki had already left the premises. I knew Kyoya would be following so I left the door wide open.

"I know this is an unconventional question but have you ever heard of the Haninozukas?" Kyoya asked as he grabbed an apple from my fruit basket. He looked at it, perplexed as he rubbed his thumb on the texture of the red apple.

"That's Honey-senpai's family right?" I asked as I washed my hands and took all the food I would need to make for dinner.

"And you don't suppose you've met Honey-senpai before?"

"Can't say that I have Kyoya. Is there something about Honey-senpai that I should know about?"

Kyoya placed the apple back on the basket and placed both hands on the opposite side of me while I began to peel potatoes. He leaned his head on my shoulder staring at me with close proximity.

"Nothing. I suppose. It's just that he looked unwell the moment he heard your last name."

"You're too observant Kyoya. I doubt it's because of me. Until Akito and Yuuichi-san I've never made contact with any rich folks at all." I replied honestly as I chopped the potatoes. He leaned in closer, taking in my scent. I rolled my eyes, learning to let him do what he wants.

"I just came from school you know. I probably smell bad."

"You smell like you. It's a nice scent."

"And you smell like profit."

"Like money?"

"More or less."

"Do you like the smell?" He urged moving his hands closer to my face.

"Quite frankly, I dislike the scent. Too strong for me." I look at him and he stares at me in shock. His hands drop down to his pockets and he moves away, leaning against the counter beside me.

"I think Honey-senpai is trying to avoid you." He replied honestly as he lifted his glasses with his finger.

"Maybe it's because of my last name? Someone rich named Fuyuchi? I just happened to have the same last name?"

Kyoya gave it a thought.

"I'll look into it. Now I'll turn the tv on and wait for my dinner."

I close my eyes and smile, the sun begins to set while I finally finish the three plates I've made. One for Kyoya, for me, and for Kyoya's driver Takeuchi-san.

I handed Takeuchi-san his plate before going back to my apartment. Kyoya fell asleep while watching TV.

"For what it's worth. When you don't force your way in like this, you're pretty handsome." I whisper to him before setting his plate down on the table and waking him up with a kick to his leg.

I expected him to be angry for being woken up but he only ate his meal in silence. A satisfied smirk on his face the rest of the evening.