The semester rolled on slowly, and finally, at the start of November, Hisato sensei finally snaps at Yori for being unable to sit at her seat quietly. Hikaru and Kaoru stare on, both slightly flinching at the disruptive giggles for once.

Kaoru had mentioned something during the weekend at home, while lounging around in their room on a lazy Sunday.

"Don't you think it's pointless?" Hikaru begins, pocky stick hanging out his mouth like a cigarette, "to be tutoring Yori? It's like she's with us one second but we say one thing and she goes to a totally different place."

"I noticed that too. It happened her first day of school, too, remember?" Kaoru mumbles, pen in his mouth.

"But sometimes, she really gets it. She won't fucking quit raving about what's were supposed to be tutoring her on."

"It's like she needs our help one second and then she's fine on her own. I don't get it!" Hikaru sighs in frustration.

Yori looked like a kicked dog as the teacher scolded her and was later sent out of the classroom, but not before the teacher concluding that he should've sent her to the back of the room when he first had the chance.

Yori silently packed her bag, pushing her notebook and pens into her bag, before rushing out the room. Hikaru and Kaoru stare at the door that had been silently shut by Yori, before they heard a pair of shoes make their way down the other end of the hall.

The last thirty minutes of class were uneventful, Kaoru carefully taking notes for Yori to no doubt copy during their tutoring session. The students poured out the classroom and one girl was stopped by the teacher. He had said something Hikaru didn't catch, but he watched as the girl nods and waits for the students to make room at the door. She then pokes her out the door, calling out to Yori.

"Yori, sensei says you're cleaning up today."

They hear a shuffle as Yori makes her way in, the ends of her hair frizzed out from wringing it.

Hisato sensei moves past the girls, mumbling "good work today" more to the other girl than to Yori. Both the student and teacher make their way out, shutting the door behind them.

Hikaru and Kaoru watch as Yori silently picks up the chalkboard eraser, rubbing it across the print on it in slow circles. The boys watch on for a minute as she seemingly takes her time.

Hikaru clicks his tongue impatiently, "Yori, we're never getting to tutoring if you're going at this pace."

Yori flinches and she turns back, eyes wide and clearly red. Her face was swollen and her nose was flushed a dark shade of red.

"Oh, I thought you guys left. Did I forget to text you? I meant to tell you you didn't have to help me with tutoring." She said softly.

"Today?" Kaoru asks.

"Or ever?" Hikaru follows after his brother. Kaoru shoves his elbow against his brothers ribcage.

"...ever?" Yori shrugs and it sends the twins reeling. Hikaru hadn't meant it, he just wanted to press Yori's buttons further. Usually they bicker, though Yori was never very aggressive about it; in fact she was a little bit mousey. Hikaru always noted the dark red flush against her brown skin when she did say something back, either of shame or anger, he couldn't tell.

"Ever? And lose the finance Kyoya's making?" Hikaru decides to chuckle. Yori went back to erasing the chalkboard.

"I can pay for the rest of the semester if you need me to,"

Both boys stare at each other at the sudden hostile tone the girls voice took on.

"That was the deal." Yori shrugs nonchalant, angry tone still clearly there, "You know I won't go back on that. I still care about everyone's opinion. I always do." She grumbles bitterly.

"...Yori?"

Suddenly, before the twins could even see it coming, she slammed her fist into the chalkboard, knocking down a couple pieces of chalk as the board shook with the impact.

"If you're asking for money, just come out and say it! Why not just take it from me, you guys always look like you're never sorry for anything anyway!" This time, she raises her right knee, spinning in her left heel as she kicks the wall hard.

The twins admittedly, cower. They've never seen Yori in such a rage, only ever frustrated to the point of pacing and wringing her hair helplessly, and they were afraid what she would do if she was already giving herself bruises.

"Call campus security," Hikaru orders, "call Haruhi after. She's probably more of a help than we are. We might get her to calm down a little before someone comes up here."

Kaoru nods, speed walking up to the teacher's phone on the desk, waiting on Hikaru to help redirect.

"Get her to stop, She'll hit me!"

"Alright, Alright!"

Hikaru takes a breath, observing Yori, who was red faced, teary eyed, and her face set in a nasty scowl that made Hikaru gulp.

"Yori-"

"What?! What do you want, Hikaru?!" Yori sneers.

"I—" Hikaru stops, a couple feet in front of her. Her back was turned to Kaoru, so he immediately starts dialing for security.

"You're… really mad." Hikaru starts, and he knows it's not the best way to have done so, because Yori's body is shaking and her jaw is clenching and unclenching..

"We… Listen," Hikaru sighs, because he hates being so mushy. To have to be vulnerable to Yori seemed like it'd be one way to get her out of her rage, but there was no chance of it working.

"We don't mean to be so mean to you- we just. Goof like that."

Yori lets out an unimpressed groan.

"BUT!" Hikaru says, when she goes to stomp past him. He grabs her wrist as she reached out for the door knob with her free hand.

"We're sorry, okay? We shouldn't tease you like we do with everyone else. Because you're not like everybody else.

Immediately, Yori's face changes from angry to upset.

"Wh-what?" Yori's arm goes limp in Hikaru's hand.

"You- not in a bad way!" Hikaru stumbles, because how- he can't - Yori's eyes cast down and Hikaru can still feel her trembling.

She stays silent, even when the door opens and Haruhi is at the door with Tamaki.

"Hey- what?" Haruhi's haze falls on Hikaru and Yori. Yori looks like she's been crying and Hikaru looks mildly inconvenienced.

Haruhi elbows Hikaru out of the way, taking his spot and wrapping her arms around the taller girl.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Haruhi pats her back, before reaching into her school bag for a handkerchief. She hands it to Yori, who wipes her face roughly, as if it'll bring the swelling down.

"I- I just. I'm just a cry baby." Yori sighs, voice wet and trembly. Tamaki offers her a seat, pushing the teachers own chair towards her and she gladly accepts.

"Miss Yori, what's got your pink so blue?" Tamaki asks softly. Yori falls silent, wrapping a curl around her finger.

"I'm just. Stressed. I feel terrible. I think I should stay away, for a while."

Kaoru walks up to Hikaru, shrugging.

"From… school?" Haruhi asks softly.

"From you guys. I'm sorry," Yori says, as security makes their way into the classroom.

"We got a call, is someone in distress?" The woman asks. Kaoru nods over to Yori.

"The curly haired one. She's uh… not feeling well." Kaoru explains as vaguely as possible. The woman clicks her tongue as she looks around the room, to the mess Yori had made.

"Looks like someone just wanted to get out of cleaning today." She scoffs, before walking towards Yori.

"Come on, Miss. We'll have to call your parent or guardian to come get you." She motions for Yori to stand from where she's seated. Tamaki is kind enough to lend her a hand, which she hesitantly takes as she stands.

"We can clean up for her," Haruhi interrupts, "it won't be trouble at all."

Yori flinches at that and Hikaru doesn't miss it.

The security guard nods, taking Yori by the elbow.

"Let's get going, Miss." She tugs on her arm gently, nodding her head to the door. Yori doesn't look at them when she gets to the door. The security guard closes the door behind her, the four standing there silently.

"Well," Tamaki shrugs, "now that that's done and over with," He pushes the chair back to its spot, picking up the pieces of chalk that fell. Haruhi went to clean off what was left on the board silently.

"...Haruhi…"

"She wasn't going to say anything to start more trouble," She spins on her heel, jabbing a finger into Hikaru's chest. Kaoru attempts to intervene, but Hikaru shakes his head, adamant about taking on Haruhi on his own.

"So what happened, that's got her walking out of this place so embarrassed?"

"Haruhi…" Tamaki attempts to talk the girl down, but she won't budge.

"She just freaked out, okay? She got in trouble and me and Kaoru thought to stay behind so we can all walk to the club together. She was just mad!"

"For what? She wouldn't have been so upset about being scolded. What have you been telling her?"

""Bold of you to assume I did anything with that," Hikaru narrows his eyes, challenging her.

"Bold of you to assume I'd believe you." Haruhi puts her hands on her hips, accepting his challenge.

"She said to stop the tutoring, Haruhi." Kaoru finally says. Tamaki raises a brow.

"Why would she want that, I thought she needed it?"

"We don't know. We thought she meant for today, but Hikaru made a jab that just. Broke the dam."

Haruhi glares at Hikaru, who rolls his eyes.

"It was supposed to be harmless, and it's not like she gets so upset when we pick on her a little."

"...maybe she's been pretending to not be upset." Tamaki frowns. All three state up at him.

"Have you noticed," he says slowly, raising a finger to his lips, "she goes along with our requests? She'll get our coffee beans for us, she pushes in our snack carts. She waits on us like a loyal little pet. For nothing, she's not even a club member."

Haruhi frowns. "No one is asking her to do go through it either. She knows we can find someone else to do it."

Kaoru and Hikaru side eye each other, fully understanding where this was going.

xXx

"No one will ever be able to tell you apart."

Their favorite maid from childhood runs off into the night, never to be seen again.

xXx

"Which one of us is Hikaru, and which one is Kaoru?"

A girl, standing in front of them, stuttered, unable to tell the twins apart.

xXx

"It seems we haven't been doing our duties for a certain little lady." Tamaki sighs, but smiles nonetheless.

"We could go visit her during the weekend!" Tamaki suggests. The twins snap out of their haze, and smile.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Haruhi wags a finger, "she didn't invite us, first of all. Secondly, we should respect that she wants some space from us."

"Well, we do have her number," Kaoru shrugs.

"We could just drop in. I doubt she'll kick us out." Hikaru smiles knowingly, "she's actually quite the doormat."

"That enough, you two." Haruhi scowls. Tamaki wraps an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her against his side.

"I do believe we have an outing for tomorrow!" Tamaki grins. "I'll go ahead and tell the rest of the members, I'm sure they'll want in on this." Tamaki waves off the other three members and makes a beeline to the club.

"You know, when we say she's a doormat, it's not to insult her. But she kinda is." Hikaru shrugs.

"What he means is," Kaoru says when Haruhi flares at Hikaru, "Yori is almost too forgiving. She's kind of like a beagle."

"Maybe we want to apologize, right, Hikaru?"

Hikaru stays quiet, but hums in agreement.

Yori really was a sweet girl when you looked past how obnoxious she came off as; She always asked for snacks the boys would like, even when she didn't like them herself. She would bring the boys knick- knacks she would find in vending machines while she was out.

xXx

"I got you a tiger one!" Yori smiles as she hands the phone charm to Kaoru. She then turns to Hikaru, digging into her pocket and fishing the other out.

"And I got you a lion!"

Both boys raised a brow but still smiled at the cheap little charms.

"Thanks, Yori." The boys say in unison.

xXx

More than anything, she always wanted things moving, even her blooming friendship with the club members.

Hikaru felt the warmth in his cheeks set in as all three made their way out, Kaoru and Haruhi discussing their work schedule for the day.