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This chapter is in Haruhi's POV and is based on the song "Payphones" by Maroon5. (very loosely based)

"Hikaru?"

"Um yes, Haruhi?" Hikaru asks, his voice lilting in such a manner that I can't tell if he is being playful or not but since that is his default personality, I assume that he is being his mischievous self once more which isn't exactly the best way to be when standing rather contritely in front of one's principal after being thrown ceremoniously out of class.

"You could have told me that there was food smeared on my face instead of kissing me."

I hear a somewhat obnoxious thud as Hikaru proceeds to bash his head off the mahogany desk which resides grandly in front of the large ornate windows. The light streams in, glittering and twinkling in such an enchanting manner that one can't help but gasp in awe. And then the scene breaks to one of Hikaru quite literally beating himself.

Hmm… I wonder what has gone into him.

I can't deal with his roguish tendencies at the moment as Principal Uchima is glaring at the both of us in a manner which unsettles every fibre of my being. I cannot help but shift my weight to highlight my great discomfort at such a situation.

I mean, how many people have had to face their principal after your best friend has thrown you in front of a metamorphical bus, as the wheels squeal acutely, pretending that you are gay because you are dressed as a boy to pay off a rather extensive debt whom is unlikely to pay off before graduation before being kissed fervently as your principal looks again in complete astonishment. Not too much people I would imagine so that I can rest peacefully at night.

"Hitachiin-san, please stop beating yourself on my mahogany desk. Blood stains are ridiculously difficult to remove from such fine wood," Uchima-sempai finally declares after an awkward moment in which we all glance in unison (wait, can you glance in unison?).

I simply adore how he cares more about his desk than his student's welfare. It is great, isn't it?

I roll my eyes at his ridiculous antics.

"Okay, Hikaru, enough is enough! Stop beating yourself…wait, why are you even beating yourself?" I consider this for a moment before realising that it is probably best if I don't know.

I have learnt many lessons from my time with the Host Club. One of them is to not question the antics of Hikaru and Tamaki in particular. Kaoru is the sweet heart brother whom simply goes along with Hikaru's considerably naughtier nature.

He promptly stops this self-inflicted torment and looks aggrievedly at me before ceasing this needless suffering.

Principal Uchima brings a calloused hand to his weather beaten face in simultaneous annoyance and relief.

"Okay, I suppose that I must punish the pair of you in some form. You will have detention for the next three days after classes. I am being lenient as this is your first demeanour that you have both committed. But remember, I am not a man whom is easily crossed."

I can see what he means. He is extremely muscular and tall, his girth looks like it could two men of substantial size. His biceps are another thing altogether. Seriously, whose idea was it to hire the body-builder as a principal?

Of course, I am merely exaggerating to an extent. But alas, the more I spend time with the notorious Host Club, the more I begin to realise that perhaps life isn't all about study, classes, timetables and structured living. Although I long to be a lawyer, I now fathom that I must enjoy life as it is simultaneously.

And even if Tamaki's often braggadocious nature maddens me, Hikaru's playful nature is sometimes borderline dangerous and Kyoya's sneaky and sly reputation as the Shadow King frequently unsettles me, I do love the time I spend with them. They are like my family and my best friends all at the same thing although I will never admit this to them. Their egos are already stroked too often for their own goods. As well as something else I suspect but I digress. I for one do not want to know any more about their extracurricular activities than I already do, thank you very much.

I don't know what to do about my feelings towards Hikaru. I don't want to put myself out there only to realise that he merely desires to be friends and not something more. That scares me as much as it twinges piercingly to admit such a truth.

I don't even care that I have a detention. It means that I can catch up with some study for an important test I have tomorrow. And also, Hikaru will be there so when I am finished working my ass off, I can relax and perhaps listen to his jokes and hilarious snippets of stories I have previously heard numerous times but which never fail to make me laugh uproariously.

Hikaru's face suddenly crumbles and I worry, wondering what has hurt him so? I will hurt the person whom has caused him to feel like this!

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