Writing down and helping give instructions to each of the movers on where things go as Hikaru helped directions as Haruhi talked to Kyoya about the school fair. Rich people's school fairs were on a whole different spectrum from regular school fairs, considering most students here are heirs to their family's business and need to prove themselves to their parents.
I groan at the memories of having to organize our class exhibition, too many costumes and number of dances every year, not to mention having to socialize afterwards. However, Ouran takes the cake on the usage of the entire budget, especially this one. We needed to sell some extra pieces to auction off as well as Renge's books. Kyoya should have been there to check Tamaki's decision about our theme, but neither of us were available to oversee.
I heard the neighing of the horses and saw Kaoru driving with Mori teaching while Honey and Tamaki rode in the carriage. That was the most expensive piece that Tamaki wanted, thankfully, I was able to bargain with Ryuu and his father about the horse. We all climbed into the carriage as I sat between Honey and Hikaru, waving occasionally to some of our female classmates.
"Tomorrow, we'll be wearing 18th century French clothing tomorrow at the parade," Tamaki started before turning to Haruhi and I. "Your costumes will be especially special."
"Oh, goodie." Haruhi groaned as I smiled softly at her.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine besides its time to turn up the charm," I pointed out as the clock tower chimed, signaling the opening of the fair. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch the exchange conversation as well as the wink between Tamaki and Haruhi, perhaps they'll finally get the courage to take the first step.
We arrived at the clubroom, getting ready for the first phase of the fair. As everyone got their face washed and prepared, I pushed the clothing rack to each dressing room while handing out the garment bags with tonight's ensemble. As I was about to grab mine and go change, I got pulled into one of the dressing rooms to see Kyoya, shirtless, and was enveloped in his arms as he hid his face in my neck.
"Getting in last minute affection before having to be professional?" I joked, wrapping my arms around him and kissed the side of his head.
"Some peace before going into the storm," He replied. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Bullshitting and semi-sucking up to adults? I think Haruhi and I will be fine since we're usually the ones friends' parents hope to influence them on good decisions, usually. Now," I poke his side to get Kyoya to let me go. "We need to get ready, or we'll be late."
Kyoya stuck his tongue out at me, causing me to laugh a bit, as he started to get dressed. We both had our backs to each other as we got dressed. I put on some simple studs and put my hair up, tucking any loose baby hairs, before inhaling and holding my breath then exhaling.
Let's not have any drama tonight.
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I know I've been gone for close to a year now, but I'm getting back on the horse to finish this. I will finish to the last episode of Ouran Highschool Host Club, not sure if I'll do a wedding special for Kyoya and Ren.
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FanfictionRen Fujioka, a sister whose year older than Haruhi. The typical protective sarcastic sister, but she looks way different from Haruhi and has been studying at another school for a couple of years. She decided to come home and spend her last two years...
