DISCE, OHSHC.

⁺ ♡ nothing sells better than tragedy

You learned your lesson from yesterday and forced yourself to not to doze off during the last math class. The minute the bell chimed, you rushed from your seat and out into the halls, not wanting either Honey or Mori to stop you and drag you off to the forsaken Music Room 3.

You had spent all of last night thinking about it. The two week plan to "heal your broken heart" was stupid and insulting, you decided. You had allowed yourself to be swept along with it yesterday, but with a new day's lens, you were unwilling to waste any more time on those ridiculous hosts than you had already. If anyone was going to help you move on, it was yourself. Like hell were you going to be the Host Club's charity project.

You had nearly sent him a text about it last night. The Host Club was right up his alley. If he'd gone to Ouran, he might have ended up being a host himself. You could practically imagine his smug expression and the merciless jabs you would have thrown at him. He would have made a better host than any of those phonies in there.

You told yourself there was no harm in imagining. So long as you didn't actually text him, you could find a bit of fun in what-ifs.

Just as you were thinking this, your stomach dropped to your shoes as you recognized someone's lean back through the crowd. His dark head rose a good few inches above everyone else, and judging from the way it was swivelling around, Mori was looking for someone.

You swore internally, quickly spinning on your heel to use the other exit at the other end of the academy. You were lucky Mori's six-odd feet hadn't seen you already. If you weren't quick enough, it was virtually impossible to hide from him.

Literally three feet away from the double doors leading outside, a high-pitched voice nearly made you trip over your own feet. Outside the doors, Honey was looking up imploringly at a pair of girls and asking if they had seen you. You immediately backtracked and ducked into the nearest classroom, intent on waiting there until Honey left.

The thing about Honey and Mori was that they could be doggedly stubborn when they wanted to be. Between Honey's puppy-dog affection and Mori's unyielding stoicism, you really had to work to get through the two of them.

You peered out of the classroom door. Honey was still there, talking to a group of boys now. You wondered if your chances wouldn't be better just booking it out the door. Honey could kick your ass but could he run faster than you?

Someone's voice slithered into your ear. "What are you doing?"

You flinched so hard it hurt. "What the hell are you doing here?" you hissed. You couldn't tell if it was to Hikaru or Kaoru but if one of them was here, you assumed the other was too.

"We were just staying behind to clean up," Hikaru/Kaoru said.

"You're the one who's hiding in here like a fugitive," Kaoru/Hikaru added.

"Go back to whatever you were doing then," you groused.

Both of the twins leaned over your shoulder to see what you were peeping at. Like yesterday, you were forced to conclude that Hikaru was on the right and Kaoru was the other one, if only for your own convenience.

"Say, aren't you supposed to be at the Host Club right now?" Kaoru said.

"Shouldn't you be?" you retorted. Honey was moving away. You had to move now or you'd never be able to leave.

"You're supposed to be doing your trial appointments right now," Hikaru said. "Not slinking around down here."

"Unless you're trying to get out of it?" Kaoru suggested innocently.