Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an insta...
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"You know what I hate most about him?" Hikaru falsely proclaimed at Saiki began to touch upon Hikaru's hair, as he used foil to ensure the pink hair dye was sticking to his hair. Saiki was working with the hair dye for so long that at this point didn't smell like anything, Hikaru, however, refused to use bleach to make it a stronger pink, so by the time the pink brightly shined, it was around seven o'clock at night.
"I hate it when he--,"
"Oh, would you shut up?" Saiki asked bluntly, as he cut Hikaru off, while he removed the tin foil, as his hands began to match with his hair, as they were a bright shade of pink, thankfully and somehow, no dye got onto his school uniform. "I can tell you're just doing this to go to Haruhi's house,"
Hikaru rose his head and looked over to Saiki with a knowing grin, "How did you know?" he asked as he snickered, as Saiki tossed the foil into the nearby trashcan, he shrugged his shoulders and made Hikaru think it was some sort of hunch all along.
"Shower," Saiki told him as he whipped his hands on a nearby towel, that was stained pink, but would likely be cleaned in a matter of hours. "It'd get the unusable dye off,"
Hikaru touched his hair lightly, and his palms went pink from the dye, "So this is how commoners do their hair," he hummed in realization.
"No, this is the cheapest way to dye hair," Saiki informed him, as he knew his mother went to the salon around once to twice a year to get her hair cut. Sometimes Saiki would come along with her, as when he was younger he would love to hear in on the gossip about the neighborhood kids, and what happened to fire wiener or whatever they chose to call the bully of fourth grade.
Hikaru hummed in realization, as he went to go shower, "Stay here Saiki-Senpai," Hikaru said, "I still need to talk to you." he shooed Saiki out of the large bathroom and into his room, where everything was large, meant to fit two people maybe even three or four if they wanted to.
The bathroom door shut, and Saiki did think that he could leave right now, he had a bigger problem to deal with:
"Hey Hikaru-- are you sure," Kaoru walked into the room, politely not realizing Saiki was there until the last minute, "--Your dumbhead--,"
"Oh don't even, I already know what's going on." Saiki flatly told him, as he stood looking out a large windowsill that gave off the best view of the city, the sun was already falling, making Saiki keep a note to tell his mom that he will be coming home a little late if Hikaru doesn't hurry up.
Saiki looked at Kaoru, as he saw a blue hair dye bottle in his hand, and his hair was all blue, as well as his hands.
"Oh," Kaoru muttered, "Did he tell you?" he questioned, seeing nowhere in this script that Saiki was going to be told about any of this, until the end when they get permission to go to Haruhi's house, once and for all.
