A/N: Reuploaded! Something was wrong especially when I was writing down along the way.

Danica writes back to a dear old friend.

"… that's it for today, stay gorgeous girlies!"

Danica squints at the screen, looking for anything sticking out and ensuring her audio is clean before exporting her video and clicking away with a sigh.

It had been a few minutes since she departed for Japan. Unfortunately her dad had a business meeting so he left earlier that day, and couldn't join her until supposedly lunch time when she landed. It gave her the mental space to work on her own personal work.

Danica had a little Instagram that blew up when she started exploring her interests back at age 13. She took pictures of her normal day to day life in an aesthetically pleasing way, and eventually started to model her clothes faceless online.

It was how her little rose garden came to be, her online friends who turned out to go to the same boarding school as her contacted her when they noticed the familiar uniform in the corner of her room in one video.

They were surprised to find her shy about herself in person, but she insisted she keep it that way. She didn't want her achievements to be overshadowed by her own personal life.

What was initially a look into her anonymous personal life gradually became a business once a small brand she had bought from and mentioned in a photo messaged her about sending a PR package. A PR package became a brand deal the next year, the cogs in her head had started to work and with a made over face reveal that left her unrecognizable at school, the rest was history.

While the works exported in the background, Danica took the time to go through her email, finding her monthly 'newsletter' from her cousin.

To: daniking *****.com

From: harufujioka *****.com

Subject: May update 20xx

Hey Danica! It's nice to finally sit back and write to you again. I hope you're having a better month than I am. I did score a good deal on some groceries recently. It was such a steal, it can cover me and dad for the next two months!

I'm starting to get a little conscious telling you this since, you know… being around rich people is really weird. And stressful. Like why are they so amazed with all the normal things in life? But then after hanging out with the host club I realized… Do you live like this too? Like–is me talking about groceries a bit much? Or does it say a lot about me being poor?

Danica tilted her head at her laptop screen fondly at the thought of her dear friend before she turns to the warm clouds out the window.

Give or take it's been a few weeks since Haruhi first transferred to Ouran Academy, to Danica's knowledge. And she sure had plenty of stories to share with Danica since her first month. The latter's emails grew twice as long as the old ones. The first one was full of profanities and rants about the hosts that had Danica shocked, fascinated and amused. For one, Haruhi only swore one other time in their life—when she was testing it out and figured it wasn't for her. That first Ouran email, however, proved otherwise.

Danica never really thought about Haruhi having other friends until she started mentioning the hosts even more. She remembers a few names from her middle school days, but none really stuck. Danica feels glad anyhow, that her friend has more people to surround her.

It did come as a shock when she first searched the group on the Japanese web, to find a group of high school hosts and an e-commerce site full of merchandise around them. An even bigger shock was the deep dive. Haruhi really dug herself into a hole to get involved with a big name in the Japanese pool of the 0.0001% percentile, let alone a group of them.

The Host Club drives me nuts. Kyoya senpai dragged us out to his family resort for a test run and we lost Hani-senpai to a wave pool malfunction. Took us two hours in this indoor jungle to walk before he found me and Mori-senpai being attacked by Kyoya-senpai's guards. Can you believe an indoor jungle is even possible? Oh, and the twins made me choose a swimsuit before all that, but Tamaki senpai handed me a cover for it. I felt more comfortable.

The week after that, we went to this beach in Okinawa with the host club guests. I don't know if you're gonna be upset when I say this, but I defended some of the guests from being harassed by some guys on a cliff. Tamaki-senpai got upset with me and I guess the rest of the host club was a bit bothered by it too… but why does it matter if I'm a girl? The guests are too and I was capable of defending myself. I mean, I fell off the cliff into the water… Tamaki-senpai saved me… now I sound reckless. Is it too much to ask what you think?

Danica blinks stunned upon reading that statement, then pulls up a reply box to write it down.

'I don't wanna sound like a mom right now, but that was really irresponsible of you, Haru. You were in danger and I'm pretty sure my heart would give out if I saw it with my own eyes too. I mean it was brave, and I know the other guys were nice but a lot of men in the world aren't. You're lucky you had Tamaki-senpai.

On my thoughts about how they reacted… I mean it might have something to do with you being a girl, and it's so off knowing that's how they think, but it's only one way of seeing it. To me I was just surprised you suddenly had a group of hot, Japanese guys to be your friends but putting aside the sketchy thoughts… you have friends now. Like you did before, but the way they feel close to you is different from your middle school friends. You're in their inner circle now, they care about you and your well-being, moreover it's because you are a girl. They grew up with a certain image of girls and whether you like it or not it's important to them in the way they understand girls growing up. It's a weird way that they think in, but it doesn't remove the fact that they care about you a lot.'

She hums in content after rereading her paragraph then continues, only to blink distraught at the next block of text.

Also before all that happened, the guys all played a game to find out what my fear was. They were not subtle about it at all. But then at dinner after the incident, I threw up some crab in a random bathroom and it turned out to be Kyoya-senpai's room. I guess it was his attempt at the game—trying to see if I'd be scared that he put me into bed with him… but I knew he wouldn't do anything. Then after that, Tamaki-senpai got mad at me again because he caught him doing that. Don't worry, Kyoya senpai really didn't do anything. I promise.

Anyway, I'll wrap this up before the host club bursts in, or something. It's like they have the police on me, they find me everywhere…

Danica's mind drifts off to another thought.

Kyoya Ootori of the Ootori Group.

The surname bore such weight that Danica didn't need to do much research. Tamaki's was a little more concerning, but Danica does her best to keep any information about the hosts and their families from Haruhi. She might have a nervous breakdown just finding out how relevant those names were.

Kyoya Ootori… the third son of the Ootori clan, easily overshadowed by the achievements of his elder brothers. It was different for Asian rich kids, to Danica's shock when her father and her friends, the Bradbury twins, had brought her to a Chinese party in LA once. The retrospect made Kyoya look like the pitiful one, to be easily overlooked by a parent who expects much of him, not that it's any different from what her grandparents expect.

Something about Kyoya tells her something else. From his track record to his well-hidden achievements, Danica knows a man who looks as well-mannered and respectable like that was not to be messed with. He doesn't register as recklessly ruthless, Danica just knows that he will surpass her brothers eventually.

Adding to the mental profile of what Haruhi explained, she can't completely rule out Kyoya's rather… lascivious intentions, but she knows Kyoya was teaching her something, somehow… and it went right over Haruhi's head. But she'll leave it to Haruhi to figure it out.

'I have some choice words for that Kyoya-senpai of yours for doing that, but he did it for a reason. Right lesson, wrong method. I won't tell you what it is and I guess this kind of discussion is gonna happen more frequently.'

Danica hums in thought, before she types back. "I doubt you'll be reading this by the time or before I land, but I'm on a plane to Japan for some business dealings with my dad for a while, aka a long while. Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley insisted, probably hoping they can dump me off and pawn me off to marriage for some stock. On the bright side, I hope I can see you soon! I think introducing me to your friends would only stress you out, though. So let's try and meet in secret when we can…"

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"… all right? I can't wait to see you again, it's been so long. I brought a lot of gifts and I know you don't like handouts, but please just take them. I'm going to be relentless about them and I know uncle Ranka will just love what I have for you two. soon enough you can rant to me all your woes about your little rich friends and maybe i can ease your worries a bit. See you soon, love Dani."

The brunette reads off that morning in her room, with a phone that her dad bought her the previous week.

'You go to such a fancy school and you're still living in the 2000s! Take this, it can connect to the Internet too, so you can check on Dani's emails without having to go to the shop!'

Haruhi sighs, the phone was definitely expensive, looking at the brand and how well it was made. She was thankful at the very least, because this way she could probably get away with certain conversations she couldn't have with the host club. She has a separate cell phone that the twins had provided that she's sure her Kyoya-senpai bugged to track her.

The email had been sent a whole day ago, meaning Danica was in town by now, probably sleeping off jet lag. She realizes there's a follow up that got sent to her two hours prior, before she smiles.

"Dad! Danica's in town, and she says she has something for you!"