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“Ohayo, Haruhi! Good morning!”
With a slide of the curtains, rich sunlight entered the room. A butterfly fluttered past the window and birds sang. All was calm... until it wasn't.
Haruhi Fujioka’s eyes, bombarded by the sheer brightness of the window, opened to see some shirtless guy standing next to her. He was standing near the window, hands on his hips, clearly taking in the new day. She eyed him up and down in confusion and mild curiosity, taking in his silky blond hair and well-kept appearance. A pretty boy.
After being distracted for a bit, the gears in her brain finally started to turn. Haruhi mustered out, “S-sorry, where am I? ...Who are you?”
“Do you not remember me?” The blond made eye contact with her, seeming somewhat hurt by this.
“Obviously not.”
“I’m Tamaki Suoh..? I’m also from Japan? We met last night!”
She yawned before quipping sarcastically, “Pleasure to meet you, Suoh-san, but…” she froze as she stood up and saw herself in Tamaki's vastly oversized mirror, wearing a oversized shirt, which was not hers. The shirt read Ouran High School - Class of '02.
“Tamaki…” she began to panic, “did we happen to… um... do anything last night?”
“Oh, I don’t remember anything after, like, 12 last night… so I have no clue!” He replied brightly while looking through his extensive wardrobe. Walking around, Haruhi got a feel for the room. It was about as large as three dorm rooms put together, with a huge ceiling and an extensive balcony. How much money does this guy have? She thought to herself.
Tamaki tapped his finger on his chin and began to look around pensively. “Wait, some of it is coming back to me… oh yeah, you were reeeeally drunk. I guess you don’t remember.” He shrugged.
Now she began to remember, as she ran to what she assumed to be the bathroom, and threw up. A lot.
“Oh my god,” she said, coming out, “I only had two drinks. Two. What the hell?!”
“Guess you can’t hold your alcohol very well,” Tamaki teased, chuckling. His eyes met hers, and he began to blush. “A-anyway, you were kinda already wasted before I met up with you and your friend.”
“Oh my god, Michelle. Shit!” Haruhi opened her phone to find a slew of messages from Michelle, her best friend.
Michelle: did u get home safe?
M: hello
M: HARUHI
M: tamaki isnt answering
M: if you don’t answer me by noon im reporting you missing
Haruhi: im alive, don’t worry.
While texting her friend, Haruhi caught the time on the corner of her flip phone.
“Dammit, I gotta be at work in less than an hour..!” She groaned while frantically looking for her clothes from the night before. She finally found them in a pile next to the bedroom door.
“Can’t you just call in sick when you have a job?” Tamaki asked curiously, finally dressed in a Coach shirt and Armani jeans.
“No, ” Haruhi huffed while putting on her shoes, ”you can’t. Not if you need the cash.” She grabbed her purse and, before leaving, said “Sorry for… whatever this was. Jaa ne, Suoh-san.” Then she then slammed the bedroom door hurriedly without letting Tamaki say anything else to her.
He stood there stunned in front of the door. "She forgot her wallet..." Tamaki muttered to himself, with a tiny wallet in hand. He sat on his bed and traced the fabric of the wallet with his fingers. It was cheap faux leather that was bound to break soon. It was plain black too, not like the cute little pink or purple ones he's seen girls use, and definitely not like the designer Gucci or Louis Vuitton wallets he used.
She's interesting... for a commoner, Tamaki thought to himself. He didn’t really know what to make of this one night stand— or whatever it was— but her face couldn't leave his mind. He smiled knowing that they would see each other again, sooner or later.