The ravenette looked visibly shaken, and his glasses were cracked in more than several places. Bruises battered his chest and arms, each heavily varying in color. Most of them didn't seem too terrible, though all were recent.

"I apologize for my unacceptable behavior. I don't know what came over me. I just hope you can forgive me for what's happened."

"Senpai, I know you're sorry. Where did all of these bruises come from? What happened to your glasses?"

"Please don't worry about me. You treating me with such kindness and concern is unheard of."

"What you almost did." She corrected him. "And you're my friend. I don't want to see you hurt!" The girl gritted her teeth, eyebrows knitting together into a worrisome expression. "Tell me what happened. It was the twins, wasn't it?"

"I was pushed onto the ground, etcetera. I don't blame them."

There was a long silence, both parties standing awkwardly across from eachother.

"I know you feel horrible about what happened," The brunette began, tapping her chin. "That part is obvious. But, Senpai, I forgive you. The important part is that you came to your senses before you did something even worse."

"But even what I did wasn't consensual. It was wrong-"

"It's also in the past." She interrupted. "I don't want this to affect the host club. I understand how barren of a statement that is, but I can hope. And hopefully we can forget this ever happened."

Kyouya listened intently, nodding afterwards. He remained wordless, as surprised as he was.

"Are you going to be okay?" Honey asked, his big, hopeful eyes ogling the taller girl with a sullen frown.

"You're free to stay home if you like! I'm sure my girl is as traumatized as it is." Added Tamaki.

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Kyouya and I agreed that we both don't want this event going public, though. And we both don't want anything to happen to the host club. Understand?"

The group nodded in unison. There was a certain worried stench clinging to the air, and it wasn't the same when Haruhi arrived at the music room with her 'much needed supporters'. It was different, seeing Kyouya and only meekly waving instead of asking what shenanigans had occurred so far.

It wasn't the same, greeting her guests and having them constantly ask what was wrong. It wasn't familiar, and she didn't like it.

The girl found herself constantly wondering how Kyouya was coping with everything. When she seeked comfort in his smiling gaze, she was met only with a stoic expression.

After a while, she had nearly had enough. "Kyouya-Senpai," She began, wandering out of the crowd of guests to approach the ravenette. "I know things are strange now. But we said we didn't want it to be this way. Why won't you talk to me?"

"Because I don't have anything to say." He responded coolly.

"That can't be true!"

"Would you find it enjoyable; listening to my constant apologies every few seconds?"

Haruhi frowned. A long silence ensued Kyouya's statement before he spoke up once more.

"My father spoke to me recently," He said in a hushed tone.

"What did he say?" Haruhi inquired, her tone bearing the same softness as the others'. She guessed it was a secretive manner.

Kyouya cleared his throat quietly, as if hesitant to say the next part,

"He wants me to ask for your hand."