DISCE, OHSHC.

⁺ ♡ something to shake things up

"Why are we having another meeting?" Haruhi grumbled to herself. She stabbed her chopsticks into her bento box, irritated at having been dragged from the dining hall to Music Room 3 by the twins.

"You know I don't call these meetings unless absolutely necessary," Kyoya said, flipping through pages in his notebook.

"Don't you enjoy spending time with Daddy?" Tamaki said, making to steal a piece of egg from Haruhi's lunch.

"Not more than is necessary, actually." She pointedly pushed her lunch away from him. Tamaki's lip trembled and he sniffled as he went back to take his seat. "Why are you still so mean to me?"

"What are we waiting for? Everyone's here," Hikaru said, draping an arm over the back of his chair.

Honey looked up. "Actually, we're still missing—"

The doors of the music room opened with a theatrical bang. Who else but Renge stormed in, dressed in a long trench coat and oversized sunglasses. She tossed a manilla folder onto the table the hosts were gathered around, grabbed a tart from the plate in front of Honey, pushed Kaoru out of his seat and nearly whipped Haruhi in the face with her hair.

"Hey!" the affected parties yelled.

"Hope you weren't thinking of starting without me," Renge said, taking a huge bite of tart. "I haven't been working my butt off for the past few days just to be left out."

"Working on what, exactly?" Hikaru said, lifting up the manilla folder with a finger. Renge slapped his hand away, sliding the folder toward her.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow."Is that what I think it is?"

Renge smirked. "It most definitely is."

"Do I even want to know?" Haruhi sighed.

Renge slid the sunglasses into her hair. "After countless hours of sleuthing, reaching out to my extensive network of informants and connections, and using my cognitive excellence and prowess, I have done the impossible." Renge looked from one host to another, clearly delighting in the suspense. "I have discovered the identity of their ex."

"Isn't that a breach of privacy?" Haruhi began to say, but was drowned out by the other hosts.

Honey: "Who is it?"

Kyoya: "What connections do they have?"

Hikaru: "Are they hot?"

Kaoru: "Where do they live?"

Mori: "..."

Tamaki: "Well, they can't be as charming as I am."

Renge finished off her tart before saying, "His name is Nishio Keiji."

The hosts stared blankly at her. "Who?"

"He's the one who won the Young Leaders Award, isn't he?" Mori said to Renge. "Candidates are chosen from upstanding students who display a prerogative in improving their community. Keiji was able to bring together teenagers and the elderly in his community by involving them in a documentary paralleling their experiences."

"Mori, how do you know that?" Tamaki asked, sounding scandalized.

Mori blinked. "I watched the documentary," he said simply. "It was well done. I just didn't know he had history."

"Way to steal my thunder," Renge said, pouting. "I was going to say all of that."

"But how did you find that out?" Haruhi said.

"Oh, backwards searching," Hikaru said, scrolling through his phone with Kaoru. "They deleted all of their photos but this Keiji person didn't. There are still a bunch of photos of the two of them together."