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Harry rolled his eyes as he made his way to the host room, knowing that they would all be done for the day, which suited him just fine. It had been hectic, and one of those days he wondered why he came to Japan in the first place - and why he chose to attend some preppy High School for rich kids.
If anything, it made them all that much meaner, unlikable and far too much like the people that were the reason he left England in the first place.
He came here to relax, and to get away from the clusterfuck that was England and their backwards way of living, thinking and acting. He actually wanted to achieve something in his life, and not something that had been decided for him since he was a toddler.
He also came here as this was the only school where one could follow a mugle education, and still get tutored to take your OWLs and NEWTs after school hours. Which was something he still wanted to do (he just didn’t want to do so in England).
Pushing open the doors, he was surprised when a new face turned towards him. The rather androgynous looking person smiled, obviously still not used to the whole host kind of thing they had going on here.
“Hello, we’re closed right now.”
Harry grinned, nodding, “I am aware of that. Don’t worry they won’t mind me being here.”
The taller person, and wasn’t that just great that Harry had stopped growing at 5 feet, making him appear much younger than he actually was. However, it also meant they underestimated him in a way that his Slytherin side very much took advantage of.
Hearing Tamaki call out to the other host, “Haruhi, just tell them to leave. We’ll be right out, if they’re still there we’ll deal with them.”
As the now -named Haruhi opened their mouth, Harry chuckled and called back, “Aw, and here I brought biscuits. I’m hurt that you would tell me to leave, Tamaki.”
As if by magic, all of the hosts appeared out of nowhere, Mitsukuni at the front with a large smilee on his face. The blond approached to press a kiss to Harry’s cheek in greeting. The twins tried to do the same thing, but were pushed off while Harry wrapped an arm around his blond boyfriend.
Tamaki grinned at the Brit, while not a host, he was indeed one of the only ones welcome at any given time. He never bothered them, and being such an amazing cook and baker, the sweets he brought were a huge success - both with the hosts and with their customers.
“Harry, you’re back early! I thought you had tutoring until 5?”
Nodding at Tamaki, Harry grinned, “I did, it’s a quarter past. I figured you were still cleaning up so I came down here. Want a biscuit?”
Taking out the container from his bag, the others were quick to take one. Mitsukuni even took several, just happy to have some more sweets.
Holding out the container to Haruhi, he smiled, “I’m Harry, I think you’re the one everyone has been fussing about. The scholarship student? I'm an exchange student myself, as you most likely hear from my accent. It’s nice to meet you.”
Haruhi nodded, taking a cookie, as they introduced themselves - without giving away their gender - which suited Harry just fine. Everyone was allowed to be whoever they wanted to be. As some of the more stuck up people attending here had found out the first time someone tried to pick on him.
He had spent too long being picked on, or being ridiculed, first by the Durlseys and later by people that were supposed to care more. He was done with that, and wouldn’t let anyone do that again. While he couldn’t pick a fight, he could drop a business relation - which to some of these people was worse than dying - or he could make a stab at them with his silver tongue.
They had learned soon enough that he wasn’t to be messed with, and that was before they found out he was quite the profitable business owner himself. That was before they realized he knew Mitsukuni, and through him the rest of the hosts, before even attending Ouran High (given that he had dealings, or rather his family had dealings, with the Hainozaku family before and he took time before school started to renew those alliances).
The fact that he and Mitsukuni hit it off, and started dating just before school started only made it more obvious that he wasn’t to be messed with. He wasn't by any means a martial artist, but he was better than the average person and proud of that fact. Having a sparring partner, or several, also did wonders on that account.
Hiraku wound an arm around his shoulder, and had it not been a twin, he would have shrugged it off. But Hiraku and Koaru reminded him about Fred and George a little too much (which made him miss the other red haired twins all the more. They were the only ones he was sad to leave behind, even if they knew and understood why he was doing that).
“Ah, Haruhi, if you’re ever in trouble, just find Harry here. He’s known to not be one to mess with, given his excellent first week in school. I know some of the others might be mean when it comes to it, as we’ve never had a scholarship student before. All the students here are from very well off families and it shows.”
Harry scoffed, “Some of the ones going here rely a bit too much on their parents’ reputation to get anything done. It’s quite pathetic if you ask me.”
Hiraku grinned, “That’s why we like you, Harry, you’re so down to Earth. And you stick up for all of those that never had someone do that for them before. Which is why we’re telling Haruhi this.”
Humming, Harry waved a hand, “Sure, come and find me when you need it. For now, we’re leaving, we have a date.”