She (TakashiMorinozukaxOC)

Chapter Nine: Red Canvas

"You guys look great," Jenni said, kneeling in front of the Music Room door. In front of her the guys were posed in Arabian garb for their theme day, "One, two, three. Great!" 

She stood and went through the shot she just took, stepping aside to examine the shots closely until club activities started. Her gaze laid a bit too long the tall figure towards the side of the group in a wonderfully blue outfit that hung regally off his shoulders, showing his strong chest. 

Looking up, she half expected him to still be there, but everyone had dispersed and he was far off on the other end of the room. A girl with shiny black hair gushed over his presence, and Jenni had to shake off a weird feeling forming in her gut at the sight of it. 

The door opened, and in stepped a young boy. In the elementary uniform, he entered and confused the Host Club at first. That is, until the young boy declared that he wanted Tamaki to take him on as an apprentice. 

Jenni took pictures for the rest of the day, trying not to interfere with the strange goings-on in the Host Club. She finished editing those pictures that night. 

The next day, she had karate club. 

"Ready. Set. Go!" 

Jenni went forward first towards her opponent. In a flash, she had scored a point. The second year in front of her was about the same height and weight at her, but he lacked quite thinking and movements. She scored her second and third points quickly. The match only lasted two or three minutes. 

After being sick, she was relieved to feel like herself again. Or at least as close to herself as she could. 

Takashi had been overbearing, to say that least. It was bad enough that he was already in her martial arts meetings and in her year and her class, but he was hovering constantly. He would wait for her in the morning to start his morning run, and would keep his shadow in the doorways of the classrooms to walk her to her classes. 

It annoyed her to no end, and no matter how much she told him that she was fine, he wouldn't cease his incessant caring. 

So when she left the school's dojo that day and found him and Honey waiting for her across the hall, Honey in an elementary uniform, she took it upon herself to ignore him. She looked at Honey and said, "You look cute, Honey." 

"Thanks, Jenni-chan. We were helping Shiro-chan today," he referenced the young boy who Tamaki had taken on as an apprentice. Jenni nodded, faking her interest in the Host Club's happenings. 

She shouldered her dojo bag over her shoulder-- carrying her school bag and her gym bag at the same time. 

A hand went out to grab the extra bag, but she pulled away. Shooting him a glare, she went onward down the hall. Jenni, Honey, and Takashi went down the hall together. Behind Jenni, Honey looked up at Takashi in question. He simply stared straight forward, almost drilling holes into the back of her head. 

Honey looked between the two before giving Takashi a knowing look. 

He had a habit of beating himself up. Seeing as how it was clear he had some sort of feelings for Jenni, her getting sick and passing out in class must have been weighing heavily on his mind. Honey knew the look on his face-- focused and remorseful. It was the same look whenever the shorter blonde got sick or got hurt. Takashi was seemingly hard-wired to blame himself when people he cared for got hurt. 

So, when they got out of the car on their arrival home, Honey trailed behind Jenni, giving a look to Takashi that said back off. Jenni, exasperated with being followed, turned to him. 

"Can I talk to you, Jenni-chan?" 

Jenni nodded, though a bit wary. 

As Takashi disappeared down the hall, Honey turned to Jenni and lowered his smile. Without it, he looked serious and unlike himself.