MAIKO TAKATA was not good at making friends. She only had one friend, and that was Haruhi Fujioka. But when Haruhi finds themselves becoming a host in Ouran Academy's notorious Host Club, Maiko meets some new people that allow her to flourish in a n...
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MAIKO.
I was in the library with Tamaki and Kyoya during lunch, since they decided to close the Host Club for a day. I had a math test tomorrow and Tamaki was helping me review — Haruhi usually did, but they got roped into helping the twins instead. I didn't mind, of course, but I never got a chance to talk to Haruhi about whatever they've been trying to bring up days ago. I made a mental note to ask about it the next time we were alone.
Kyoya hummed as he continued rapping his fingers against his keyboard. "The sales have really boosted ever since you began working on the magazines, Maiko." He didn't tear his eyes away from the screen, but a small smile was written across his features.
"Really?"
"Well of course they did!" Tamaki grinned, excitedly grabbing my hand under the table. "Maiko has been getting really good with her photography skills!" He faced me with a large smile and twinkling eyes.
I felt my face heat up and I turned away. "You're biased, Tama," I laughed. "I'm not that good."
Tamaki turned me to face him again, now frowning. "I will not accept you talking yourself down like that, ma chèrie." He held both my hands and brought them up, squeezing them reassuringly. "You are truly amazing, I promise you that."
"He's right," I tuned to face Kyoya-senpai. He glanced up, pushing his glasses upwards with his index finger. "The photos are much better than when we did them ourselves. Good job, Maiko."
With wide eyes, I grinned playfully. "Aww, you're warming up to me Kyoya?" I leaned against Tamaki's arm, which wrapped around my shoulders. "I never thought this day would come."
Kyoya rolled his eyes but I saw a hint of a smile. "Anyway," he cleared his throat, preparing to change the subject. "We out-sold so quick, I doubt the newspaper club had any sales in comparison."
I quirked a brow. "We have a newspaper club?" I stifled a laugh. What was the point of a newspaper club? There were already weekly papers made by the council that gave general school-related information — which were free, by the way. I doubted anyone would pay for false drama made by some random students anyway.
The dark-haired male laughed, as if to show his agreement about the club's irrelevancy. "Their last issue was about searching for the 'newspaper girl' in Ouran." Kyoya drummed his fingers on the table. "I doubt that she's even here — if she was, she would have been found already. It would have been her second year here."
My mouth dropped open. "That case is still going on?" He nodded solemnly. "That sucks, it's been years." I heard about the story from my mother, we were in France when she heard about it on the news. That case may have actually influenced her decision to keep me there a while longer, especially since the girl was just a year older than me. It must be difficult to find someone when they've been missing for so long.
