Being a student is not fun

The eggs were well scrambled, fluffy and soft, and she ate them with great satisfaction, wondering at the same time how Kyoya-senpai managed to be such a great cook. She didn't dare to look at him, because she was still flustered and, every time she looked at him, she remembered the way she was hanging from his neck and generally being obnoxious. She cringed as her brain provided her with the mental imagery of yesterday's events.

"Chew properly," Kyoya-senpai's voice was surprisingly gentle. "You will choke on your food like that."

"Ahm," Haruhi's brow twitched, and she tried to smile. Her face flushed pink.

"God, you are so adorable," Kyoya muttered and got up to put his plate in the washer. "Finish eating and go to school. Tachibana-san will take you there. If you need anything, you have my number, call me. I need to leave now."

"Thank you, senpai."

"Kyoya," he corrected, leaning down to look into her eyes. "Call me Kyoya. It would be best if you got used to calling me by my name."

"O-okay," she stammered, her blush deepening, and she gulped loudly. The bastard smiled at her so sweetly. He must have known how she was feeling.

"Good," he said, ruffling her hair. "See you in the evening, Haruhi."

He untied the knots of the apron and went to change. Haruhi breathed in the air hungrily, trying to calm down her crazed heart that had gotten excited for some reason. She rubbed her chest and took a deep breath. Was it normal, or did she have some sort of illness that she wasn't aware of? Why did senpai suddenly look so breathtaking? Yes, that was the correct word―he literally took her breath, and now she felt strangled, suffocated. Why was this bastard so attractive?

Maybe, she should pretend she got her memory back, so he would kiss her passionately with those delicious lips of his, like he did before finding out that she had lost her memory. Haruhi slapped her cheek embarrassed. What was she even thinking? She shook her head. No, it was just this stupid headache from yesterday's partying. The damn pills didn't get rid of the throbbing in the side of her head, and she was entertaining the most ridiculous ideas.

"See you in the evening, Haruhi," Kyoya called, stepping into the kitchen. He looked absolutely gorgeous in that gray suit of his and that light blue shirt made him look even sharper than he already was. Haruhi forgot to breathe, and her face immediately darkened with deep blush. Damn this new body of hers! It made her feel strange, sweet tingles in her stomach, and she mechanically pressed her legs together.

"Of course," she stammered. "Have a nice day."

He smiled and left. And Haruhi ran to bathroom dumbfounded, still not figuring out exactly what was going on with her. She washed her face, but that didn't get rid of the temperature rise in her body. She knew that there was something she wanted, and she couldn't understand what it was. It's like she was being tickled everywhere, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

No! She crossed her arms. This wasn't normal at all. She would talk to Kyoya-senpai in the evening, and they would go and see a doctor. She must have had some strange memory loss side affects.

She checked her watch and ran out of the bathroom like a cat trying to get away from being bathed. She was late, and if she didn't hurry, she would miss her first class. All of these stupid thoughts about the rich bastard made her lose the track of time. She got dressed into the first dress she found in the wardrobe, even though her jeans and blouse looked pretty fine as well, but she had no idea so far what was actually fine for university.

Tachibana-san was waiting for her outside, and he gave her a sweet smile and opened the door of the car for her.

"How are you feeling this morning, Miss?" he asked politely.

Haruhi's cheeks heated up so much that one could actually make an omelet on them. He must have seen how she was hanging from Kyoya's neck yesterday. So humiliating! She tilted her head down and attempted a frail smile. "Thank you, Tachibana-san," she said politely. "I am feeling good."

She felt awkward and self conscious by the time the car reached her university and parked. Her headache had dulled, and she felt much better than when she first opened her eyes and being away from Kyoya-senpai's scrutinizing eyes also helped her feel less embarrassed about her behavior last night.

Her eyes scanned over the large university yard and the students hurrying from one building to the other. It was actually a little too noisy for her taste. She took a deep breath. She knew she could do this. It wasn't anymore difficult than her first day at Ouran.

"Fujioka-san," she felt someone's hand on her shoulder and froze. The fact that she saw a familiar face made her feel better. She was so relieved to see Kazukiyo Soga from her class back at High school that she almost hugged him.

"It's nice to see you," he bowed politely. "I was wondering if you would like to join our late afternoon legal debate. I know you told us you are very busy, but I am not asking you to join permanently. Just this afternoon. One of our members got sick and won't be able to make it."

"Umm..." Haruhi looked at him gaping and confused. She needed a moment, before people would approach her and ask her to take part in their club games.

"Soga-san, Haruhi-san," a girl with glasses approached them, a smile plastered on her lips. "How was your trip, Haruhi-san?"

"It was good," Haruhi said awkwardly, remembering Paris and the flight back to Tokyo.

"Oh," the girl grinned. "I bet it was very romantic. You got to tell us how it went."

Haruhi shifted awkwardly, looking at Kazukiyo and the girl she just met for the first time. She cleaned her throat. This was very awkward. "I will think about it, Kazukiyo-san," she mumbled quietly.

"Oh, let's go," the girl screeched, pulling Haruhi's hand. "We are going to be late for the lecture and you know the professor is a grumpy old man."

That was at least a relief, because she had no idea where she was supposed to go for her class. So she let her be dragged by the girl, leaving Soga behind.

The classes overall were uninteresting and like nothing she imagined them to be. She found herself dreaming of running out of the classrooms as the lectures went on and on. She also surprisingly found that she had studied quite a lot during the last few days, so maybe her memory would reflexively return. She hoped so. She was curious herself how she dared to become Shadow King's girlfriend.

By the end of the first half of her classes and until the break for lunch started, Haruhi was exhausted like she had never been. She didn't even protest when the cheerful girl she met while talking to Soga-san, dragged her to cafeteria. She didn't seem to be extremely close with anyone in particular. The girl thankfully found her boyfriend and left her alone. Haruhi stood in the cafeteria awkwardly, staring at the assortment of different pastries and snacks.

"Fujioka, hey there!" Haruhi twirled around surprised only to find herself face to face with a guy she had seen yesterday at the art soiree.

She blinked confused, wondering what to do and scanning the guy's wide grin. "Oh, I am not going to bite you," he chuckled, flashing another strange smile. "Sorry about the other day. I was a little drunk. I know you have a boyfriend and all."

"Um..." Haruhi narrowed her eyes. Kyoya's father had called him Masuda, and he seemed to dislike him for some reason. But the older Ootori wasn't the friendliest person in the world, so Haruhi didn't know if she should just ask him to leave her alone or just politely ignore him.

"I can have your order," the girl behind the counters said with a cheerful smile.

"Some of that strawberry pastry for her and two dark coffee with no sugar or cream," Masuda smiled and turning to Haruhi winked. "My treat as an apology for yesterday. I feel kind of bad, you know. Hope you don't hate me for that, and for what happened before."

"I... er.." Haruhi sighed. "Thank you for the coffee."

"I know you are thinking that I am a total ass for doing crazy shit and making shitty apologies," he laughed, leading Haruhi to a table. "I swear, half the time I don't even know what the hell I am doing."

They sat down, and Haruhi noticed how some of the students in the cafeteria quietened and cast curious glances in their direction. He put the tray on the table and places the plate of pastry in front of Haruhi and handed her the warm coffee. Haruhi gave him a wry look, but sipped from the bitter drink anyways, wondering what he had done before and if she needed to be careful around him or he was just another annoying prankster.

The strawberry pastries with lemon cream were delicious, and as she took a bite, she completely forgot about the existence of the grinning, obnoxious fool in front of her. One of these days her gluttonous taste buds were going to drive her into a grave. When she was about to take another bite from the creamy pastry, she felt someone's presence behind her back and tensed.

Said person cleaned his throat loudly and stepped forward. It was Kazukiyo-san. Well, at least, nobody was going to attack her.

"Have you decided, Fujioka-san," he asked awkwardly, sniffling and not daring to look at Masuda. Haruhi raised her eyebrows, trying to understand what he meant, only to remember that he had approached her in the morning and asked her to be part of some debate club event, or something like that.

"Um," she twisted her head to face the guy and smiled bleakly. "I am sorry, Soga-san. I might not be able to stay after school."

She lowered her head in apology. She didn't want to say no, but with her current memory-devoid brain she doubted she would be any use for them. Besides, she had couple of essays to write and as all of these were new to her, she wanted to get home―Kyoya-senpai's apartment more like―and study․

"But we really need another member, Fujioka-san," Kazukiyo rubbed his forehead pleadingly. "I know you must be busy, but Momoka-san had a family-related complication and couldn't come today, either and the other member is sick. You are the only one I can ask."

"Just because your girlfriend isn't here, Soga," Masuda leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes at the bespectacled young man, "doesn't mean you can make moves on Fujioka. Go search for dummies for your stupid club elsewhere."

"Moves?" Kazukiyo visibly bleached and shook his head flustered. "What?! No! It's nothing like that. Fujioka-san and I know each other from High School. She is a good friend of mine, and I hoped she could help us today with our event."

"Ugh, God, you speak too much," Masuda wrinkled his mouth annoyed. "Now I have a headache after your blabbering."

Haruhi stared at Masuda wide-eyed. This guy had no tact and was really mean to everyone. Not that she wanted to go with Kazukiyo, but she preferred more diplomatic approach.

"I am sorry, Soga-san," Haruhi looked at him with an apologetic smile. "I might not be able to come. I don't really feel well today. Maybe next time I can join you and the others."

Soga-san nodded politely, gave Masuda a hard glare and left. Harhi cursed her luck. Why did she always attract weirdos wherever she went. She stared at the guy in front of her with a calculating gaze, wondering how she could sneak away from him.

"That wasn't very nice of you," she said bluntly. "Soga-san was being polite, and you shouldn't have talked to him like that."

Masuda chuckled. "He got what was coming for him."

Haruhi cleaned her throat and rolled her eyes. "You don't seem to understand how human interactions work," she said in a gruff tone. "I need to go to the class anyways. Thank you for the coffee."

"Well, it's not like Ootori is an ace in human relationships, yet, you are with him, aren't you?" Masuda smirked, getting up and walking along Haruhi. "I mean aren't you getting tired of his overbearing behavior. He breathes down your neck. I mean the entire university talks about it, and you are fine with it?"

Haruhi blinked. She was sure whatever relationship she had with Kyoya-senpai, it couldn't have been something like Masuda described. She woudln't tolerate being controlled and even if she was pretty sure the Shadow King was a control freak in one way or another, she knew that it couldn't be how their relationship had worked. She didn't remember, but she didn't change that much in the last tree years, right?

"Don't tell me you actually enjoy it," he laughed, making Haruhi shudder with annoyance.

"Umm..." she mumbled. "I'm late for the class."

She turned around and quickened her pace. The guy thankfully didn't follow her around, but she still felt uneasy. The rest of the classes went smoothly. She was less anxious now that she knew where her classrooms and lecture rooms were and what to expect during her classes, but the thoughts about her current life with Kyoya-senpai didn't leave her alone especially after Masuda's words.

What was she going to do if she never remembered anything? She would be such an easy target for everyone. She would have no clue if someone tried to manipulate her. Her father seemed very nice to Kyoya, so it couldn't be bad, right? She shook her head. It was meaningless to worry about such things.

After she finished the school, she realized that she didn't know how to get back home. She walked out of the building and wondered if she could find a bus that would take her close to Kyoya's apartment. She reasoned she could walk the rest of the way. But while she was contemplating all this, Masuda showed up with a cheeky grin on his face and put his hand on her shoulder.

"You look lost, Fujioka?" he said rudely, and Haruhi gritted her teeth not to retort some stringing comeback.

"I thought you apologized and promised not be a jerk," she mumbled to herself.

Didn't this guy have anything better to do than to harass her?

"Masuda-san," a low voice stated the guy's name in warning and Haruhi snapped around to look at very angry looking Kyoya Ootori.

What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be at his work? Haruhi blinked surprised.

I hope you like the chapter. I don't have much free time anymore as my field work has started. Hope to hear from you all. Have a nice day and be happy! :)