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The breeze blew your hair as you rode your bike to Haruhi’s apartment. It was such a coincidence to meet her at the supermarket, to think she would remember you ha. You put your bike near the gate and walked to Haruhi’s door. “Hey Petals, so nice to see after all this time.” Ignoring the nickname, you gave her a warm hug. Seeing her with short hair is well for a lack of a better word; surprising. “Come on Haruhi, it hasn’t been that long.”
“Yeah yeah, it’s just the new school, it takes away too much energy from me.” Her remark made you chuckle, “Well, have you made any friends? You know you need to enjoy other things than books and libraries.” You didn’t really worry about Haruhi and her social life, but it never hurt to know, but from your quick observations she looked happy. “My life at Ouran is,” she paused trying to think of the best word, “unique, that’s all I’m going to say on that topic.” You were intrigued by her statement but decided to leave it at that. The two of you chatted in her room until you started to get hungry for something sweet. “Hey Haruhi, why don’t we go to the supermarket and bake a cake?” She nodded and started to gather all her things; you exited her apartment, the both of you ready for a normal trip to the supermarket.
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The two of you decided to split up to get the ingredients faster. You were surveying the strawberries silently, until you heard someone scream Haruhi’s name. They didn’t sound like her father or any of your friends, so you rushed over to her as quickly as possible. When you got to her aisle you were greeted by an unusual sight; a group of guys crowded around your friend, a blonde boy was hugging her nuzzling into her face like her father, people who you’re guessing are twins not too far away from the pair, a tall boy with black hair with a child on his shoulders, and finally a raven haired boy with round glasses writing into a black notebook. You didn’t know what to do in that situation at all, what was a person in that situation supposed to do. “H-Haruhi, is this, are you okay?” She looked at you with embarrassment, pushed the blonde off and maneuvered through the boys. “Yeah, don’t worry, these are just some of my friends from school.” Looking back at Haruhi and the boys it seemed like they were more of an annoyance than friends, but you’ll trust her word. “So, they’re your friends huh,” you looked behind Haruhi and noticed how they acted so mesmerized around a local supermarket, “they seem nice.”
“You don’t need to compliment them they’re all weirdos, let’s just buy the stuff and go home.” You agreed and headed to the checkouts, however, both you and Haruhi noticed the group following you, how fun.
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The walk home wasn’t too quiet, you were introduced to all the boys in their own unique ways, most of them tried to flirt with you but you didn’t mind that much even though your face burned red, especially if the twins came close to you. Back at the apartment, you and Haruhi started to make the cake with the help of Honey and Mori, while the others were in the other room just chatting.
Once the cake and the tea were ready to be served you all left the kitchen to sit with the others, it was a bit cramped but if you squished together, it could work. You were squished between Kyoya and Hikaru or who you think to be Hikaru. You weren’t contributing too much the conversation until Honey piped up and called you by the little nickname he made, “What do you like doing for fun?”
“Oh uh, I’m into gardening and flower arranging, I also like learning about flower language.” You didn’t know what to say, would they even think that would be a fun hobby?
“That’s a cool hobby, does that mean you know what the meaning of different colored roses?” Man, you were not ready for talking especially to a big group of attractive boys. “I mean yeah but I don’t like associating events or even people with roses because they have such a wide variety, so I would go for other assortment of flowers. I like using roses for people who are universally loved like Tamaki senpai.” That was your best description, and you didn’t know how they would react to your opinion on roses considering they are a host club. But they all had no negative reaction to your statement and Tamaki looked like he was glowing from the little compliment you gave him, after that interaction everyone went back to their conversations, and you went back to your cake and tea.
You were enjoying your food until Kyoya started to talk to you, “What’s your favorite flower?”
“Huh?” he caught you off guard, no one else was listening to the two of you, they were all wrapped in their little conversations. You thought the Ootori next to you was more enveloped in his notebook instead of the people around him. “Your favorite flower, considering you don’t like roses.” He’s quick to the point even in social conversations, I guess.
“Uh well I guess Azaleas; in flower language they can mean a lot of things like taking care of yourself and your family, elegance and wealth, passion that is still developing and fragile, but it can also be considered as a death threat when they’re sent in a black vase. They’re popular in American landscaping and other stuff. I like them because well it kinda reminds me of me and my dream, ever since I found an interest in flower arranging, I wanted to earn my own money and make a flower shop, find a husband, and have kids to show how cool flowers and are and,” you looked over to Kyoya, his face resting on his arm as he looked at you intently, his whole presence made you embarrassed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to go rambling about everything.” Your mind was flooded with thoughts screaming at yourself; WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING, HE JUST ASKED YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER AND YOU WENT AND TOLD HIM ABOUT WANTING A HUSBAND AND KIDS!!?!?!
“It’s fine, I enjoyed listening to your aspirations, maybe one day I can have you make an arrangement for me and the host club.” His comment made your face grow warm, hopefully he couldn’t see the way your face contorted into embarrassment. Your blush wouldn’t go away, you felt hot and sweaty; it was probably from how crowded the room was, all you needed to do was calm down. “Uh I need to go to the kitchen and grab some water, so see ya.” You stood up and quickly walked to Haruhi’s kitchen, a sigh left your mouth as soon as you were in the kitchen, man when are these rich people gonna leave.