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It’s Always Been You (Rewrite)

Pt 4

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“Welcome!”

…

The entire host club was dressed in samurai attire, the guests swooned and sighed, Hikaru and Kaoru annoying Haruhi, while Tamaki fussed over her, Y/n and Kyoya watching from the sidelines.

It all felt like the usual formula for the club.

“I really gotta hand it to Hikaru and Kaoru, they did really well with the costumes.” Y/n brushed a finger across the embroidery near the end of his sleeve, it was the different suit’s of cards.

“Good fabric too…” He mumbled, analyzing the stitching pattern.

“Hm,” Kyoya pushes his glasses up, sparing a look towards Y/n. “Of course it is, you think I’d let what we wear be any less than the best, it is one of this clubs main appeals to the guests.” He gave a closed eye smile.

“Haruhi! you look so cute in your kimono!” A girl sparkled,

“Almost like a girl!”

“Thanks…” Haruhi, was now sadly in Kyoya’s line of vision.

“Haruhi, you’ve booked another appointment. It seems you’ve had a pretty steady flow of new customers lately,” Kyoya writes down something, opting for s scroll to keep with theme.

“Keep up the good work.” He looks up from the scroll,

“I’m not going to charge you interest on your debt like I normally would, so keep this up and you should be able to pay it off.” He tilts his head. “Although the rental fee on that kimono you’re wearing is nothing to sneeze at.” He closed his eyes with a smile, Haruhi stiffened, making her way father from the man.

“Hello Kyoya!” A shorter girl stood in-front of him, another guest right next to her.

“I can’t get over how great you look in that kimono. Are you planning to release anymore picture books of the Host club?”

“Unfortunately we don’t have anything planned at present, ladies.” Kyoya looks at the two.

The twins pop their heads over the screen divider Y/n and Kyoya were standing behind,

“But doesn’t the club make alot of money-“

“—From the sale of promotional items?”

“That’s true but the items are poor quality. Those picture books were full of nothing but amateur hidden camera shots. However, if we want to make higher quality money making products, I’m afraid we’d have to use the schools budget.”

The twins look at each other, sliding down the divider.

“Hm…” Kyoya pulls out a calculator.

Y/n stared off to the side, his eyes landing on the main doorway, a dirty blonde haired girl stood hiding behind the door frame, intently looking at the room.

“I’ll be right back, I believe we have a new costumer.”

Grabbing a yellow rose, Y/n walked over to the door, seems like the girl hasn’t noticed him.

“Hello miss,”

The girl straightened her posture, her bow followed. Still, she was hiding behind the door frame.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just wondering why someone as pretty as you was by yourself.” He smiled, holding up the rose in his hand.

The twins slid next to Y/n, leaning on him.

“-come on in. What are you waiting for?” Kaoru, and Hikaru both hold red roses towards the girl. “Watching from afar is no fun.” Hikaru cooed. “Please miss?” They spoke in unison, then came Tamaki, sauntering towards them.

“Stop that. How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first time guest?” He lightly shoved the twins off Y/n, Tamaki now holds a similar rose towards the girl as well. “Please, you don’t have to be afraid, my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran host club!”

The girl mumbled, almost taking a step back from the door,

“Hm? What did you say?” Tamaki moved closer.

“No! Don’t touch me! You’re a phony!” The girl shirked, rage filled her body.

“Uh… What do you mean, I’m a phony?” Tamaki was quite shocked at the girl’s 180 switch in personality.

“Just what I said, you’re a phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club! You shouldn’t spread your love so easily like that, are you stupid! You must be a dimwitted narcissist! You’re incompetent! You’re a commoner! You’re disgusting!” She spoke, each word stabbing deeper each time. He began slowly falling in dramatic fashion, how he accomplished this is still unknown to scientists.

“He's created a new technique!” Hikaru spoke.

“-one man slow motion.”

Of course the commotion brought the rest of the hosts towards the scene. Kyoya looks at the girl, His scroll now under his arm, raising a brow. “I don’t suppose you are-“ She rushes over to kyoya, pushing over Y/n in the process, just to get to him. He falls down, landing on the palm of his hands, dropping the yellow rose in the process. ‘What’s her deal?’ He thought. The twins offered their hand, taking it, he stood up still holding their hand. “Ah! It’s you, Kyoya! Oh how I’ve longed to meet you! My one and only Prince Charming.” She dreamily spoke, leaving an array of shock and confusion amongst the group.

“Hold on, finance?” Y/n turned to look at Kyoya, his grip tightened on Hikaru’s hand, he gave a small yelp in response. Kyoya however, held little reaction.

“Of course. My name is Renge Houshakuji! And I’m transferring into Ouran academy’s first year, class A, tomorrow,” She gave a smile of pure bliss.

…

The hosts are now back in their usual uniform, now all sitting across from Renge. All except Tamaki, he’s hunched over in the corner.

“Why is he sulking?” Hikaru questioned, turning to look at the blonde.

“Because ‘Mommy’ kept a secret from ‘Daddy’.” Karou replied.

“Why does everyone keep referring to us like we’re husband and wife?” Kyoya spoke ignoring the pressing issue at hand, or rather next to him.

“Because you guys are.” Y/n spoke, leaning back against the chair.

“Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn’t resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one was looking. How sweet it was when you reached out to help that poor little injured kitten.” She spoke starry eyed, leaving the host club more confused.

Y/n was weirdly familiar of the story but couldn’t yet place where, what could it be?… His brows just furrowed.

“She serious.” The twins said, losing belief in Renges tale.

“Could you have the wrong person?” Haruhi found it hard to believe Kyoya would do anything of the sort.

“No way! I could recognize my love anywhere! He’s a gentle man, who’s kind to everyone and doesn’t ask for anything in return! He likes solitude, but he in fact sometimes does get lonely.” She ranted, while the twins grew more shocked.

‘Wait a minute…’

“Uki-Doki Memorial!” Y/n blurted out, the group stared in silence, Renge was basically vibrating in her seat.

“You know about it?!” Renge exclaimed, now with a big grin. He gave a nod in return.

“What are you talking about?” Hikaru looked at the two.

“I knew the story sounded familiar, you’re talking about Ichijo Miyabi, right?” He tilted his head.

“HmHm!” She nodded excitedly.

“I love playing that game— I mean, uh” Y/n spoke with a gleaming smile, before getting quieter with each word, realizing his mistake.

“— He’s a real life Ichijo Miyabi!” She eagerly pointed towards Kyoya.

“An otaku…” Tamaki muttered,

“And there’s two of them…” The twins added on.

“I get it now you're in love with the character.” Kyoya began looking blandly at the girl. Y/n let a sigh of relief at the change of attention.

“You’re projecting that love onto me and you’ve somehow believed it yourself that somehow we’re engaged. I assume this Miyabi character also wears glasses as well.” He spoke, a sense of relief that fell over the club.

“So she made it up. You’re not really her fiancée, right?” Tamaki looked towards Kyoya. “Well no, I don’t remember ever asking for her hand in marriage. Besides, this is the first time I’ve ever met this woman.”

Renge speaks to Kyoya ignoring the rest of the club.

“According to my research, I understand that you’re in charge of managing the club. Is that true kyoya?”

“That’s right! Kyo-chan is our director!” Honey spoke.

“You’re the club’s director, that's perfect! Oh wow I’ve always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise a business!” She excitedly moved around.

“We don’t advertise. We’re just a host club.” The twins blandly spoke.

“We probably should, shouldn’t we?” Y/n turned to look at twins,

“I’ve made up my mind from now on I’m gonna be the manager of this host club!” Renge spoke, with the annoyance of the twins.

Y/n turns his attention to Kyoya,

“Uh, she seems nice but are we gonna really let someone we don’t know run the host club?—“ Y/n asked.

Kyoya looks at Y/n before continuing writing in his black notebook.

“Miss Houshakoji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client, so please be polite and try to play along with her ideas, alright?” Kyoya answered.

“I see…”

“Well boys, I can’t wait to work with you!”

…

The next day rolls around, and everyone is now back at The club.

“I thought about it last night and maybe having a lady manager isn’t such a bad idea.” Tamaki spoked.

“Why do you say that?” The twins asked.

“Well it’s fairly obvious isn’t it? Renge just transferred into the same class as Haruhi. So, if Haruhi has a girlfriend around it could bring out the female within her. Renge’s girlish ere of tenderness might be able to stimulate Haruhi’s own sense of femininity.” Tamaki rants.

“Good grief.” The twins sighed at the prince's antics.

“Now’s a chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side. This is an important project, men! She doesn’t have any friends in class right now, except for those two shady twins. That’s no good for her!” Tamaki goes on unwantedly.

“It feels like I’m talking to my mother.” Y/n muttered deciding to but out of this conversation.

“Like you have room to talk!” The twins look like they’re gonna throw hands with Tamaki.

A voice booms across the club.

“Hey everyone!” Renge yells, holding a container. “You’ll be happy to know that your new manager, Renge, has baked all of you some cookies!” She spoke gleefully.

Tamaki buts in.

“Ah! Isn’t she ladylike! I’m so moved by your generosity.”

“I didn’t bake these cookies for you phony prince!” She scolded Tamaki pushing his face away, rushing towards Kyoya.

“I’m sorry I burnt them a little bit. I did the best I could, and I already know what you’re gonna say!” She spoke before daydreaming of her dating sim.

Honey grabbed a cookie while Renge was distracted, and took a bite.

“She wasn’t kidding, these cookies are really burned.” Mori immediately took the cookie from honey. “Don’t eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you.” Renge yells in embarrassment, scaring the small blonde.

Among the chaos Y/n takes a cookie as well and eats it, “Honestly not that bad.”

“Really!” Renge smiled.

“Hmhm.” His face slightly messy from the cookie, leaving a devious idea in the twins head.

“May I try?” Hikaru whispered, tilting Y/n’s head up to take a bite of the cookie that was still in his mouth, his eyes widening a bit.

“Uh oh Y/n~. You’ve got crumbs on your face.” Kaoru stated before moving closer to lick the crumbs off his face. Y/n was left frozen, a small blush at the uncalled for closeness.

Tamaki is now fuming, Kyoya was staring at the twins, Hikaru gave a devilish grin back.

“Did you see what they just did! He took a bite of it while it was in his mouth! The other one licked his face. I told you they’re shady twins! They can’t be trusted! They tried to seduce him!” Tamaki shirks, Kyoya writes in his notebook.

“You know, you really didn’t need to do all that. At least warn me before hand.” He grumbled, shoulders slumping.

“That’s not the way you’re supposed to react Y/n! You have to stay strong and reject them, then causally brush them to the side! Do you understand!”Tamaki drags Y/n away from the very pleased Twins, “This is harassment.” He tiredly looks at the blonde.

“harassment! If this counts as harassment then they’re twice as guilty! Someone called the police!” Tamaki yelled,

“Cut it out boss, we’re sorry.” They shrugged their shoulders.

Haruhi grabbed Y/n’s sleeve, pulling away from the trio.

“Stop Bothering Y/n.” She scolded Tamaki.

“But-“

“No buts, leave him be.” She sighed. Tamaki retreated with his tail between his legs.

“Thank you Haruhi.” He gave a polite smile.

“Luke warm.” Renge grumbled.

“What?” Y/n turns towards Renge.

“Every single one of you! Except Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled. If you keep carrying on like this, it’s only a matter of time before the girls grow tired of you and stop coming all together.” She yelled, throwing everyone for aloop.

“Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business? As your manager it’s my duty to change your character backgrounds.” She turns to look at Honey and points at him.

“Let’s start with you.”

Surprising the small blonde.

“If all you are is cute on the outside and cute on the inside then you're no different from a baby!” She tore into Honey with no remorse.

“From now on you are the baby-faced thug!” She points to Mori. “And Mori-senpai, you’re his childhood flunkie.”

She turns to the twins. “The twins basketball players who are enslaved in their world.” Next is Haruhi.

“Haruhi, you’re an honor student who’s constantly getting bullied.” “And for you Tamaki, you’re the school idol who is admired for your good looks but you actually have an inferiority complex hiding from the world. The lonely prince.” She eagerly turns to Kyoya.

“Ah and kyoya you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, kay?” She smiled. “Thank you, I’m honored.” He politely smiled. The whole interaction left a bitter taste in Y/n’s mouth.

“What about me?” He asked.

Renge turns her head towards the male.

“What about You?” She spoke. Annoyed with getting interrupted, from her special moment with Kyoya.

“My role.” Y/n dryly replies.

“Oh right…” she muttered, looking up and down at the male.

“Fine then, closeted gay best friend of the group! Every good story nowadays has one.”

“I-.. alright then.”

Hikaru grabs Kyoya's attention. “Come on Kyoya senpai!” “You’ve gotta do something.” Kaoru begs. “Why? Seems like the boss is up for it.”The twins turn to see the blonde strutting and posing, imitating a lonely prince. “How does this look Renge? Do these poses work for a lonely prince?” He muttered. “Oh wow you’re pretty good at that, but it would be more effective in the rain.”

“Let’s just wait and see how this turns out. I bet it’ll be interesting. It always is.” Kyoya spoke, with a small smirk.

…

The next day, the back of the school is covered in movie cameras, the staff rushed back and forth to set up new sets. And with Renge barking orders with a microphone, of course taking the role of director for this movie shoot. As it goes on the club re-enacts the script for the camera.

“Cut! Take five!”

“How did we go from changing characters to shooting a movie about it?” Hikaru states.

“And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?” Kaoru adds in.

“Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood. Don’t you recognize the director? He directed the vampire movie, Millennium Snow. It was number one in the grossing box office hit in the past year.” Kyoya answered simply.

Y/n holds a script, his eyes returns back to the group,

“Why is my character confessing his feelings to Hikaru?” He mumbled flipping to the page.

“—It comes out of nowhere too…”

“And another thing, how come this stupid script portrays Kaoru as the pitcher.” Hikaru complains

“Yeah.”

Y/n hand tightens, slightly crumbling the pages, he lets out a cheesy snort before laughing,

“What does that mean?” Haruhi spoke puzzled at their wording.

“Oh you sweet summer’s child.”

“If you don’t know then never mind.” The twins responded. Y/n turns to Haruhi still giggling. “It- its. When two people love each other- pfftt.” Y/n could barely get through the explanation, now cover his mouth with his hand. “I don’t get it.” Haruhi who is now more confused than before. “Pitcher?” She muttered.

In comes the lonely prince. “Haruhi! So how was I? Did you like my performance?” He spoke with a cheerful tone, head covered by a white towel.

“It was pretty awesome. I’m surprised you were able to get into your character like that. You were really believable.” She praised The prince.

“I’ve discovered a new darker side of myself, I’m starting to think it might be a good idea to explore it. Hm..” Tamaki spoke. “Are you sure about that? Because I think you’re fine just the way you are Tamaki senpai.” This statement causes the blonde to flush beet red and look away, averting his gaze. “Uh.. you do? Well, if you say so, Haruhi.” He muttered. Y/n hums, and smiles, at the sight.

“Y/n!” Renge yelled, holding a directors mircophone.

“—You’re on!”

“Over here! These gentlemen just agreed to make a special appearance in our film!” She spoke excitedly. Behind her were two intimidating men with clearly raging daddy issues, and the regular type of rage,Y/n watches Renge explain the next shot. He tilts his head towards Kyoya. “That’s not gonna end well.” Y/n tiredly states. Kyoya smiles In amusement. “Whatever do you mean?” Y/n just blankly stared at the male, before Kyoya side glanced Y/n,

“We’ll just have to see what happens.” He spoked, walking away, going to talk to the staff.

Y/n turns back to Renge,

“—Afterall we’re gonna need some tough guys for the big climax! That’s when all of the club members come together to fight against the real villains of the school. According to the script these two are from wealthy families that got their wealth from being apart of the Japanese Mafia! Don’t you think that’s brilliant casting chose?”

“What’s with this girl?” One guy gritted his teeth,

“Whatever my dad does, has nothing to do with me!”

“Renge—“ Y/n started.

“Just come over here and wait for your cue.” she naively pulled the guy’s sleeve, however he didn’t budge.

“Let go of me!” He yanks his arm away,

“Hey, do you think you can push me around! You don’t even know me!” He shoved Renge, Y/n heart dropped to his stomach. Without thinking, he rushed behind Renge as she harshly fell against him, taking him down with her. His back smashed into one of the brick wall behind them, he took most of the damage, cushioning Renge’s fall. His back making impact cause him get severely winded, and his head was pounding. He hunched over Renge, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He lets out a wheeze.

“This… is what happens when you unrightfully judge a person.” He sucks in air, regretting it immediately, since when was breathing this hard?

“I don’t understand what you’re saying?” Renge lets out a sigh.

Tamaki saw what was happening and pushed one of the guys up to the wall. “Which one of you jerks started it?” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“You know sometimes I wish I was wrong.” He puts his shaky hand against his head, trying to ease the migraine slamming against his head. He felt the weight against him move, Renge dust off her dress, being eagerly looking at the camera.

“You, please tell me you got that camera man!” Renge spoke.

“Other than the contact, that final scene was ideal! All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!” She cradled her own face.

But before she could get a head of herself a harsh glass shattered got her attention. She turned around to see Kyoya holding a rock to a now smashed camera lense. “Why did you do that to my camera!” The guy yelled.

“What is wrong?” Renge asked, practically given a kicked puppy look.

“I’m terribly sorry I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence.” He narrowed his eyes at Renge.

“I think you’ve caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest.” He spoke bitterly, poisoning his ‘polite’ attitude.

Y/n would laugh right now, if his lungs didn’t feel like there were on fire, despite that the male is simply staring at kyoya, mesmerized by his actions.

“A-a pest! But you’re supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You’re supposed to be kind and affectionate Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!” Her heart sinking in her chest. “Because that’s not the real Kyoya.” Tamaki spoke behind her. “Huh?” Renge is still processing The news.

“Does it really matter? Who cares if Kyoya is a little different than what you expect him to be. Take a good look at the person inside and get to know them little by little. It's a lot more fun that way.” Haruhi spoke honestly, tugging on everyone’s heart strings, Y/n shakily brought himself to his feet. Renge hung her head in shame, she ran away with tears flowing in her eyes.

“Are you okay Y/n?! You took quite a fall!” Tamaki squeezed his shoulders tighter, Y/n cringed at the loudness of the blonde,

“You should see the other guy.” Y/n points to the wall, before retreating with a hiss.

“Oh dear! My poor Y/n!” He cried, making Y/n’s headache worse if that was even possible.

“Tamaki, you’re not helping.” Kyoya appeared behind Tamaki, causing the male to squeak, now hiding behind the twins. Kyoya hand was bleeding, his fingers covered in cuts.

“Not looking too great yourself, huh?” He gave a strained grin, looking at his hand.

“You need to get your back checked out.” He glared at him, grabbing him by his sleeve and dragging him off towards a spare room. He goes into the room, Y/n behind him, and shuts the door.

“Take off your shirt.” Kyoya spoke, his back turned to him digging through one of the cabinets.

Y/n swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

“I-… Kyoya, don’t treat me like some common whore, you have to ask nicer than that if you wanna see me naked—“

“—Take your shirt off. please.” He interrupted the male, now facing him, First-aid kit in his hand.

Y/n simply nodded, holding back a witty remark. He slides his school jacket and tosses it to the nearest table, next he began to unbuttoned his top.

‘Now I really feel like a whore.’ He placed the collar shirt on top of the jacket, he turned his back to Kyoya. To show him his back of course, not the fact he’s five minutes away from turning a new shade of red. Kyoya looks at his back, after a while he decides to flip open the first-aid kit.

“So what’s the diagnosis, Dr. Kyoya?” He joked.

“How long do I have left—“ Y/n was immediately greeted by the burn of disinfectant.

“Sorry.” He dryly says before going to the next scrap.

“No you’re not.” Y/n let out a small sigh. He was trying to fixate on the hands on his back, and failing miserably.

“Looks like it’s just going to be some cuts and bruises.” He closes the first aid kit.

“Does that mean I can finally put my shirt back on?” He turned his head towards Kyoya, who in turn lets out a hum.

….

As the day ended, and the camera left as quickly as they came, the hosts went to their respective homes, leaving Y/n and Kyoya in the host club room. Y/n sitting cross legged on the ground working on his science homework, while Kyoya typed away on his computer. The sunset leaves a comfortable warm color to everything it touches.

“You know you don’t have to stay after club hours with me Y/n. Considering the fact you’re injured.” He calmly spoke, still looking at the screen. “I am aware of the fact Kyoya, but I needed to work on homework anyways.” Y/n sighs and leans on the front of the sofa Kyoya was currently working on, the cool frame of the sofa easing his back.

“—And besides. What would you ever do without, little old me, by your side.” Y/n teased, while stretching his back at a poor attempt to fix years of bad posture, his bruised back amplifying it.

“Most likely finishing my work faster.” He muttered before going back into his work.

“What are you even working on this time kyoya.” Y/n asked, science homework completely discarded now. “I’m editing Renge’s movie project.” Y/n stood up from his rightful place on the ground and looked at kyoya’s screen.

“Wow, that crew truly did a good job.” Y/n said. Leaning closer to see better, his arm now touching his.

“What else would you expect from a Hollywood production team?” Kyoya glanced away from the computer,

“Still can’t believe you broke that guy’s camera.” Y/n smirked before sitting down next to Kyoya.

“I mean, now that I think of it, that does seem like something you would do.”

Kyoya paused briefly his hands hovering over the keyboard.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you breaking the camera lenses felt very on brand. I can't really explain it.” Y/n looked around as if physically searching for the right words.

“It’s just everything you do, especially when an issue arises you always seem to quickly and efficiently tear it down as fast as it comes. You know?” Y/n quickly paused, his face flushed.

“Sorry, I'm rambling haven’t I? It's probably annoying to hear.” Y/n stammered.

“No need for apologies, I don’t mind it at all.” Kyoya mumbled, focussing on the laptop, he started typing again.

Y/n sighed, standing to his feet and packed up his bag.

“It’s getting late, I should go home.” Muttered stuffing his bag haphazardly into his bag. As he gets to the doorway he turns to look at Kyoya.

“Can I ask you one thing?” Kyoya looks up from the laptop. “What do you need?” He questioned.

“Try not to drive yourself mad with work again, I'd rather not deal with the club on my own.” Y/n joked with some underlying truth.

Kyoya smiled.

“You have nothing to worry about, and besides, I've been finished for a while.” He leans his chin on his hand.

Y/n stood still for a moment before chuckling.

“You truly are a work of art, aren’t you kyoya?” He grinned and left Kyoya alone in the room with a small smile on his face.

As Y/n got far enough away from the club room he harshly tugs on his hair,

‘Work of art??? Who the hell says that??!’

…

The next day arises and the club seems to be more packed than usual, and much more louder, much to Y/n’s dismay.

“I bought the film you made!” One girl spoked “I bought it too!” Tamaki, now confused, asked one of the girls. “You did?” “That scene in the rain was just phenomenal!”

Tamaki turns to Kyoya.

“Kyoya?”

“I may have broken the camera's lens but the footage that was already shot wasn’t damaged. But naturally I did cut that one violent scene. Sales have been pretty good so far, and the Hollywood team did a fantastic job. But that is to be expected.”

“So this is what you meant by interesting.” The twins spoke, starring at one another.

“It’s best to have as much money we can have in the club’s budget.” Kyoya spoke, closing his notebook. “What else would you expect from kyoya?” Y/n joked, from right next to him.

“Good day everyone.” Renge spoke, and once again all eyes were on her.

“Wait, I thought you left for France by now.” Y/n asked, Renge walks right up to Y/n, now barely inches away from his face.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize this sooner. It was so chivalrous of you to risk your life to protect me—“ Renge holds his face in her hands, forcing him to be at eye level with her.

“When Haruhi was talking about how fun it was to get to know other people little by little, he was clearly talking about us! I should’ve know it was you I’ve been looking for, ever since you mentioned Uki-Doki Memorial!” She squished his cheeks to emphasize,

“Come on Y/n, let’s go to my house and play some games together! I think it’s time you get to know me better!” Renge drags Y/n out the room by his tie, Y/n was blushing, embarrassed by her walking him like a dog.

“What?” Haruhi stood there as the two leave.

“Hey—“ The twins spoke in sync.

“Kyoya-Senpai,”

“— You okay with that?” Hikaru slid next to him. Kyoya was still watching the door,

“Why wouldn’t be? Renge learned a valuable lesson.” His voice just a bit harsher than normally.

“Y/n basically just got a girlfriend, you’re not gonna do something?” Hikaru raised a brow, egging on man.

“You and I both know, Y/n isn’t—“ Kyoya glared at him, clearly not thinking it through.

“Gasp!” Tamaki covered his mouth,

“Y-you mean—“

The twins stiffened, they clearly didn’t mean to say anything,

“He likes another girl?!” He exclaimed.

“Y-yeah sure boss,” They sighed.

Haruhi thought to herself for a moment, ‘Y/n isn’t….?’ Oh! She gets it now. Surprised he is the only one, considering the behaviour of the hosts in front of her.

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