a/n: Hello! It's been a while since I've written a really long story like this. It took several days to finish. I love the HaruHito pairing and really want to see more of it. Leave a review telling me what you think and maybe some ideas of what I can write in the future (besides the obvious updates to my other series).

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Summoning Surprises (Alternate Title: Sorry I Accidentally Summoned You Into My Room While You Were Showering)

Haruhi had always been known for her thirst for knowledge. She was curious about everything, no matter how outrageous the subject matter seemed to be. It was normal to be curious, she had always thought. Though, of course sometimes her curiosity landed her into some unwanted trouble. But misfortunes happened so rarely that it never stopped her from constantly seeking out new things.

She liked to think that she was normal. Normal by her standards at least, not those of the rich children who attended Ouran. As the only scholarship student attending the elite school, the only 'commoner' as her classmates loved to call her, she strove to enjoy everything that her fellow students often took for granted.

That was why she found herself in the deeper section of the school library, with books that she guessed hadn't been looked through for years. She thumbed through the spines, looking for something to pique her interest. After scrolling for a few minutes, she finally found something. It was a plain black book with glossy black embossed details on it. The reason it stood out was that it contrasted with the rest of the brightly decorated books decorated with gold and silver.

The book was made of slightly worn leather, and the only way she could see the title was when she tilted it, allowing the glossy embossing to catch the light enough for her to see letters. But even though she could see the letters, she still didn't know what they meant. It was in a different language. A foreign book then, she concluded with curiosity. Definitely interesting. She opened the book, flipping through the aged, yellow pages to peek at its contents.

"A book of…spells?"

That was the only way to describe what she was seeing. She was thankful to Ouran for offering a wide range of language classes because although she couldn't understand the language of the cover, the inside was written in English. Well, mostly. The instructions for the spells were written in English, but some content on the pages was in another language that she didn't recognize. Normally she would have put a book like this back on the shelf after thumbing through its contents, but for some reason, she felt compelled to actually borrow it and take it home.

So that's what she did.

— Later, At Her House—

It was already well into the evening by the time she picked up the mysterious book again. Her dad was at work and wouldn't be back until the next day so she settled into her bed to relax for the rest of the night. Flipping through the pages, she marveled at the variety of 'spells' that were collected in the book. Although it wasn't exactly her area of expertise, it was a lie to say that she didn't have some interest in the whimsical curiosities of the occult. Actually, this would've been the perfect book to show the Black Magic Club president, Umehito Nekozawa.

Although they've never had many interactions, she didn't find the young man unpleasant. In actuality, she'd always wanted to get to know him better. It was almost impossible though since there had never been a good opportunity for them to actually talk. She originally thought of him as a typical weirdo like the other students of Ouran, but seeing how compassionate he actually was during the whole ordeal with his younger sister really opened her eyes to a different side of him. Even though their interactions were few and generally brief, she couldn't help but be curious about the other facets of his personality. And honestly speaking, the brave, compassionate young man who acted tough, but turned into a soft, gooey puddle for his little sister was totally her type. Yes, she was constantly surrounded by handsome men thanks to her club, but she couldn't deny that Nekozawa was a very handsome young man himself.

She flipped to a page that made her pause.

"A spell that grants wishes huh?"

Haruhi didn't know why out of all the contents of the book, this particular page caught her eye. Maybe it was because she was thinking about something she wanted to accomplish that it just seemed to jump at her. It was silly to believe that something like a spell could grant wishes, but maybe she was just in a silly mood for the night.

She read through the directions of the spell.

"'Recite the incantation three times while imagining your wish.' Simple enough, I guess?"

It was a good thing that no one else was around her. She was known for being a logical, common-sense honor student. Her doing something so out-of-character like this would have caused others to question if she was okay. No one would probably have guessed that she would be the type to sometimes believe in a little superstition.

There wasn't anything specific that she really wanted at that moment, but then she remembered what she was thinking about right before finding the spell.

"Having the chance to talk to Nekozawa-senpai more doesn't seem that impossible."

With her simple wish settled, she thought about meeting him while reciting the incantation just as instructed. Closing her eyes for some added measure, she dutifully recited the words on the page as best as she could, fully expecting nothing to really happen and thinking that the spell worked more like speaking her intentions into existence. Like something to give her more confidence.

After finishing the spell, however, something did end up happening. She was startled as a loud boom echoed all around her. Her hands were over her ears immediately as she crouched down as small as she could in her bed. When she opened her eyes, she was alarmed to see white smoke suddenly fill her small room.

No, not white smoke, she realized.

Steam.

She let out a surprised yelp as something started to move in the middle of the steam. As the room became clearer, she felt her heart drop as she realized that the something wasn't just something, it was someone.

Standing tall and rigid, most likely also taken by surprise at the circumstances, was a young man whose pale skin glistened with what looked like water droplets. His chin-length blond hair was damp and slightly stuck to the sides of his face. Bright, blue eyes stared at her wide as they made eye contact. They both quickly made the horrific realization that the young man standing in the middle of the room, partially covered still by a smoke screen that was fading, was naked.

Actually not quite, because he had a towel in his hands, but it looked like he was still in the middle of tying the towel around his hips before he got caught up in this whole mess. His eyes trailed down at himself, noticing that the steam that once fully surrounded him started to evaporate, and when he saw that the smoke was about to completely disappear around his groin, he quickly wrapped the towel around himself before he could accidentally expose himself to the younger girl.

Haruhi's mouth fell agape as the mysterious man locked eyes with her again after securing at least some shred of his decency. It was then that she realized that this mysterious man wasn't all that mysterious after all. He just didn't have his usual wig and cloak (and other clothes for that matter) on. She knew him.

"N-Nekozawa-senpai?"

They were both silent for a very long time, trying to process what exactly was happening. Nekozawa cleared his throat in discomfort.

"Good…evening to you."

Haruhi didn't think that it was possible for the whole body to blush that deep of red before. Maybe it was because his upper body was so pale from the lack of sunlight exposure that the redness appeared so bright. His body was probably feeling so hot that it evaporated the water that was initially on him instantaneously.

The older man crossed his hands over his chest in a hilariously feeble attempt to cover himself from Haruhi's very obvious, continuous gaze. His lips were pursed into a thin line before finally turning away, now exposing the creamy pale skin of his wide back to her.

"While I understand that the current situation is baffling, at least try to hide the fact that you're openly ogling."

Haruhi finally seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in as it finally seemed to sink in that not only had she accidentally summoned her upperclassman into her room, but she did so right after the man had apparently just finished showering. And now he was standing almost fully naked in the middle of her bedroom.

"I…uh…"

She struggled to form a sentence, though there probably wasn't a sentence in the world that could diffuse how uncomfortable the atmosphere was between them. Deciding to finally just avoid looking in his direction, Haruhi stiffly made her way to her closet to rummage through its contents. She'd never thought there would be a day when she would feel incredibly thankful that the free shirt she had gotten during a random mall event was too big for her.

Keeping her back towards him, she stretched her arm in his direction, holding out the shirt to him. She felt him grab it from her and could hear the rustling of fabric as he quickly put it on. Now, finding pants for him would be more of a struggle. Her clothes definitely wouldn't have fit him, and she worried about what her father would think if an article of his clothing suddenly disappeared since he was incredibly particular about them due to his profession. The best she could find was a pair of old gym shorts, with a waistband so old and worn that it didn't stretch anymore. She had hoped that maybe the opening would be large enough to fit over his hips and stay there. She didn't feel comfortable with the idea of a towel being the only thing stopping her from witnessing something very…private.

"These are the biggest shorts I have. I'm really sorry if they don't fit right."

He again wordlessly took the piece of clothing though the sound of rustling this time was accompanied by some grunting and struggle.

"Are you…uh…decent?"

"I'm…about as decent as I can be."

She hesitantly turned back around, relieved to see that Nekozawa was, in fact, decent now. Kind of. The shirt, which apparently was a size XL, was too big even for him while his shorts underneath were way too short. They exposed most of his thighs and although they somehow fit around his hips, they were so tight that he still had to use his towel to cover his crotch. The sound of him clearing his throat broke her away from shamelessly staring at the towel…again.

"While it's always a pleasure to see you Fujioka, I don't suppose you have an idea as to why I'm…" He finally took this time to actually look around at his surroundings. "...in a young woman's bedroom, it seems?"

She cursed as she looked down and finally remembered that she was wearing some of her more feminine pajamas for the night. She stared fearfully at her upperclassman who raised one hand in some sort of surrendering motion (I cannot emphasize enough that he is using one hand to hold the towel over his dick).

"Relax, relax. Although you may not believe it, secrecy is the Black Magic Club's specialty and I'm not one to gossip."

For added emphasis, he used his free hand to mimic zipping his mouth closed, locking it, and throwing away the key.

Haruhi almost laughed at the childish gesture. He must have been used to doing that because of his younger sister. She rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment as she tried to think of how to properly explain the situation. There was no logical explanation. There just wasn't. She wasn't even sure if she fully understood the situation. Then again, this was Nekozawa she was talking to. If there was someone who would actually believe her about this, it would be him.

"First, have a seat senpai, I'm sure it's uncomfortable enough just standing there."

She gestured to the chair that was neatly placed beneath her desk opposite to her bed. He nodded to her and pulled it out to sit down, now placing his towel over his legs like some sort of blanket. Seeing Nekozawa blond, in a regular oversized shirt, and just casually sitting down with his arms crossed over his chest in her room made Haruhi feel…strange.

He still looked uncomfortable though, and Haruhi realized that it was probably because of the bright lights that were on.

"I'm sorry, I know the lights must be bothering you, here let me just—"

"No need to trouble yourself with that, Fujioka." He said with a forced smile. "I can bear with this much."

"But senpai you…"

He gave her a pointed stare which made her feel like she was a little kid being told to stop being stubborn by an older sibling. It was a weird feeling since she was an only child. She'd never seen that look on him before and just really reminded her that he was indeed an older brother. He'd gotten better at the role it seemed, remembering what she witnessed before at the club room when she first saw how the Nekozawa siblings interacted with each other.

"While I appreciate the thought, I much prefer suffering the discomfort from the light than thinking too hard about the discomfort of the situation."

"What do you mean?"

He let out a long sigh and covered his reddening face with one hand.

"I am a man inappropriately dressed with a young lady alone in her bedroom. My sanity is already hanging by a thread and I don't need the lights off to be the final nail in my coffin. I understand that there's no one here to witness this inappropriate situation, but this is for the sake of my own sanity."

Haruhi was a little surprised but decided to comply by leaving the lights on. Yeah, this was already a bad situation, but she could understand why he wouldn't want to be labeled a pervert even though this was 100% her fault.

"So how did I get here?"

She hesitated a bit before finally deciding to just go for it.

"I used a spell from a book."

He looked at her with a blank look on his face. It was kind of unnerving to see him normal and not acting like his usual…eccentric self. That must be how uncomfortable he was.

"What kind of spell was it?"

At least he took her seriously.

She found the black book from where she dropped it on her bed. She turned back to the page that contained the spell she used and carefully handed the book over to him. He looked through the spell with a frown on his face.

It probably wasn't the right time for Haruhi to be marveling at how Nekozawa looked while reading, but he was busy and she needed something to do. It was rare for her to see him without his usual black ensemble. Even when he was training with the Host Club back then, she wasn't there for the majority of it since she was busy entertaining his little sister Kirimi. Plus, they were so preoccupied with the incident with the cat and him jumping out of a three-story building for her to really get a good look at his face. Plus it was usually dark when she saw him.

His hair was still a little damp, but she could still see how shiny and smooth it looked. It made her want to run her hands through the strands. His eyes were also a rare sight to see. It was shocking to see just how bright they looked in comparison to how dark his usual demeanor was. Tamaki's violet eyes were definitely pretty to look at, but Haruhi thought that Nekozawa's bright blues looked even more beautiful. In fact, looking at his slim face and strong jaw, she couldn't help but feel slightly attracted to him.

Plus she would never have probably gotten another opportunity to see him naked like this.

"And where did you find this grimoire?"

Right, right, the grimoire. Focus.

"In the library at school."

He looked a little alarmed for a moment before returning his gaze to the book.

"This is a book that has been in the Nekozawa family for generations. It's baffling to see it end up where you found it." Then he scrunched his face in thought. "Actually, maybe this might have gotten mixed in with other things my father had donated to the school in the past."

Haruhi briefly wondered what other things might have been donated thanks to the Nekozawa family. Maybe a majority of the items in the Black Magic Club?

"Did you use this spell right here? The one that grants wishes?"

She hesitated for a bit before nodding, already dreading what the next question was going to be.

"And what exactly did you wish for?"

There was more confusion on his face now. He understood that Haruhi must have made a wish in order for all of this to happen, but what kind of wish was it for him to suddenly appear naked after his shower? Could it be…

"I just wished that I could talk to you more!" Haruhi ended up blurting out, already recognizing the look of misunderstanding that was appearing on her upperclassman's face.

He was bad at hiding his thoughts through his expressions it seemed. How cute. Now that he knew what Haruhi wished for though, his phase morphed from confused, to surprised, to flustered.

"You…wanted to talk to me more?"

She nodded firmly. A soft blush seemed to creep up on his face again. There was the faint hint of a smile that was tugging on the corners of his mouth but he was trying very hard to fight it. It looked so cute to see him trying to fight how happy he was that Haruhi pretended that she didn't see it.

"I'm honored you think that way, Fujioka. I've been wanting to talk to you more as well. Though, I didn't think you'd want to meet like…this." He laughed this time. "If you had made that wish a little earlier then I think something regrettable might have happened."

Damn.

"But I don't understand, senpai. I thought that spell was going to work more like a 'manifesting your intentions' kind of thing?"

"Well…I manifested, and now we're conversing more, aren't we?"

She gave him a deadpan stare and he chuckled in response.

"If you're looking for an explanation, then maybe I can give you some of my thoughts. You see, because of the nature of this book and the family it belonged to, magic had naturally gathered into its pages and released when the correct circumstances were met. In your case, when you followed the instructions for the spell. Had it been a bigger spell that required more magic, then perhaps it wouldn't have worked because of your own deficiencies in magic. I mean no offense by that though."

"None taken?"

Satisfied with his brief explanation, Nekozawa went back to looking through the book before putting it back down on the desk.

"With that being said, may I borrow your phone? As much as I'd like the idea of conversing all night long, I believe my sudden disappearance might cause my family some concern."

The color drained from Haruhi's face.

A family member who suddenly went missing would cause a lot of alarm in most regular 'commoner' households, but this was the heir of two major families, (both the Nekozawas and Tokarevs) and she could hardly imagine what kind of trouble that would cause. Especially since she technically kidnapped him.

She quickly reached for the cell phone on her nightstand and shakily tossed it over to him. He caught the device effortlessly and started dialing the number of his family home.

"…Hello. It's me. Yes I know I was supposed to be in my chambers but I'm…not right now. I'll explain the situation at a later time, but please come pick me up from this address as discreetly as possible. Also, please bring me a change of clothes including…" He briefly looked at Haruhi before looking away in embarrassment, whispering, "…i-including a pair of underwear please."

She suddenly heard the sound of very loud, concerned-sounding screaming from the speaker.

"No, no, no! That didn't happen and that didn't happen, I assure you! Yes, you have my word as a man. That —! Why are you asking these questions now? I said I'll explain everything later. Please just pick me up soon. I'll text you the address through this number."

He turned towards Haruhi to ask for her address which she answered, watching him type it in on her phone before hitting send. He added another number to it though, his personal phone number, but didn't mention it to her just yet.

They fell into silence again, but this time they seemed more comfortable with each other. Haruhi did offer to get him something to eat or drink, but he refused stating that she didn't need to do all of that because, after all, he was an uninvited guest. He was the one troubling her, and he didn't expect any special treatment. This was a welcome change when she thought about how entitled the Host Club always acted when they came for surprise visits.

The young girl was starting to feel restless again though. There was something else bothering her.

"Senpai?"

"Hm?"

"Aren't you going to…ask about it?"

"Ask about what?"

She gestured to her feminine clothing and Nekozawa quirked his brow in response.

"If you're asking about your pajamas, then I think they're very cute."

Haruhi blinked in surprise and actually blushed a bit in embarrassment before shaking her head no. She had been so used to being called cute all the time by the Host Club that it annoyed her, but now hearing it from Nekozawa made her feel flustered. It had been a while since she'd felt this way.

"No, not about my pajamas, but thank you about that I guess. I mean, you're not going to ask about me…being a girl?"

Now he looked even more confused.

"No? Why would I ask about that?"

"Because I kind of present myself at school as a guy."

"I'm still not understanding."

"Well, it's just that, usually everyone who finds out that I'm not actually a guy kind of freaks out about it. That's why I'm wondering why you're not reacting to it a little more."

He leaned back in his wooden chair with a thoughtful look on his face.

"It's not my place to question something that's none of my business. Whichever way you present yourself doesn't really matter to me. What does matter to me is that I've been addressing you respectfully and correctly the entire time. Have I been doing that so far?"

It was her turn to look confused. In all her time since being admitted to Ouran, no maybe since she started dressing more androgynously, no one has ever just treated her this…normally and actually respected it. Hell, not even her own father truly respected how she wanted to present herself and forced her to dress more femininely. The same went for the Host Club. It was then that Haruhi realized that Nekozawa was still nervously waiting for an answer to his question.

"Yes," she quickly blurted out but quickly tried to compose herself, "Actually, instead of calling me by my last name maybe just call me Haruhi. I think we've kind of seen too much of each other to still be considered acquaintances."

He looked taken aback for a moment before breaking out into a wide, amused grin. Then he let out a laugh. It was a deep, vibrating, and carefree laugh that she has never heard before. So he did that weird cackle on purpose.

"Yes, I do suppose you're right. Then as a token of our newfound friendship, feel free to just call me Umehito."

They fell into a comfortable silence as the clock ticked. Now they were just waiting for someone from the Nekozawa family to come pick their young master up, and hopefully with a fresh set of clothes. If Haruhi tried hard enough then maybe her eyes would stop trailing to his crotch. She needed something to distract herself.

"You know senpai, you're a lot different from how I imagined you."

His brow raised again in curiosity.

"Is that so? And do you imagine me often?"

Her eyes grew wide in alarm. She opened her mouth to try and clear up some weird misunderstanding that her upperclassman might have thought but stopped herself when she noticed the playful smirk on his face. Oh. He was just messing with her.

She ended up throwing one of her pillows at him which he effortlessly caught while laughing.

"Not funny senpai." She tried to sound mad, but the way she was smiling while glaring made it obvious she wasn't upset.

To fill the time, they began to converse about anything and everything. It was surprising that they had more in common than they thought. The young heir wasn't as pretentious and entitled as most of the other students at Ouran. He said that growing up, he attended many humanitarian events with his mother and donated much of his time to underprivileged youth. It was even more surprising for Haruhi to find out that Umehito, although hated contact with most humans, was a mentor for many youth suffering from extreme bullying because of 'being different'. All these accomplishments and he kept it secret, just because the man didn't feel that he was doing anything that spectacular, just doing what he could because he wanted to.

She could feel herself falling.

Umehito was having fun. He never usually felt this amused with other people aside from his younger sister. Truth be told, he already knew a lot more about Haruhi than the young girl knew, but true to his word he kept most of the information to himself. It's not that he meant to pry into her private life, it was just that he learned all these things about her from Kirimi. As it turned out, while he was busy working with the Host Club, the youngest Nekozawa sibling spent quite a long time getting to know the natural host. He wasn't lying though when he said how she looked or how she presented herself didn't really matter to him. He had never been one to judge just because of appearance and had always believed that everyone should be allowed to freely enjoy whatever they liked, his whole existence was a testament to that.

He had always thought that Haruhi was cute.

He had always thought so, and the thought only intensified seeing her awkwardly trying to maneuver around the situation they found themselves in while trying to stay calm. He would've understood if she had freaked out a little bit more, but admired her ability to adjust to sudden surprises.

Fate was funny sometimes. He was already thinking of striking up a conversation with her at the Host Club. It wasn't unheard of anymore for a male to request time with a host, thanks to Kasanoda, so he was more than willing to be the second for her. But thanks to this moment, he wouldn't have to suffer the headache of dealing with a crowd anymore. Though…him suddenly appearing naked inside her bedroom was understandably not part of his initial plan. But he did end up having a pleasant chat and some time alone with the young underclassman that he found so cute at last.

This rare opportunity for them to meet was just as much his wish as it was hers.

He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that she would view him so favorably. And although he had never really thought of a relationship with her past friendship, finally getting to know her and realizing just how lovely she was made him want to pursue something further. Only if she would reciprocate the feelings of course.

But something in the way she was looking at him, with the same wonder-struck gaze that he probably mirrored, made him feel like it was worth a shot.

A knock heard at the front door broke them from the strange atmosphere. Haruhi jumped a little in surprise before getting up. She took one quick look at the pajamas that she was still wearing and quickly decided to put a jacket on. Why she didn't do that beforehand while it was just her and Umehito in the room, she didn't know. Umehito on the other hand remained seated, on account of the fact that the lower half of his body was still inappropriately covered.

The young girl quickly made her way to her front door to quickly meet whoever had come to pick Umehito up. When she opened the door, she was met with a neatly dressed maid who wore a long dark coat over her uniform.

Kuretake stared at her with surprise initially but quickly regained her composure before giving Haruhi a respectful bow.

"Good evening to you, young miss. I've come to retrieve the young master."

She held a small tote bag on her arm, presumably filled with clothing for Umehito. Haruhi nodded politely in response before stepping aside to let the older woman in.

"He's…in my room right now if you want to give him those clothes. It's down the hall on the left."

She tried to act as calmly as she could. No matter what she did or how she explained the situation, there was no way to interpret things other than with a misunderstanding. Her frantically trying to over-explain things would have just made everything worse.

Kuretake silently followed her instructions and headed inside the room where he presumably handed her poor young master clothing that actually fit him. She stepped out again, probably giving him privacy to change. She tried not to think too hard about how her new friend was stripping down naked in her room after wearing her clothes. The young maid stared at her with an amused smile on her face and Haruhi couldn't help but look at the floor with reddening cheeks.

When the door opened again, both women looked up to see the tall blond man awkwardly shuffle out of the room now clad in a dark, long-sleeved sweater and some dark pants. The clothes that he had previously been wearing were neatly folded in his arms.

"You can leave that senpai, I can just wash them myself."

He nodded awkwardly and placed them on a nearby table.

"While it's been a lovely evening, I do believe it's time for me to depart. Thank you for graciously having me despite…everything."

Haruhi could only nod silently again, a small smile on her face as she led the two back to the front door. She curiously looked down the railing outside her apartment and was pleasantly surprised to see that, yes, as instructed Kuretake had come to pick up Umehito in a very normal black car. This way, her neighbors wouldn't gossip…hopefully.

Kuretake walked ahead, probably to start the car. Haruhi waved to her but noticed that Umehito was lingering by her side a bit longer. She stared at him curiously as he turned to face her.

He suddenly leaned in close, so close that she could feel his breath tickle her cheek. Haruhi was used to close interactions like this, or at least she thought she was because she could feel the heat rise from her neck all the way to her face. He whispered quietly, making his already deep voice rumble in her ear.

"I'm not opposed to showing up like this again, but next time you need me Haruhi, just give me a call and I'll come running." He leaned back and gave her a sly wink. "With or without clothes."