DISCE, OHSHC.

⁺ ♡ from a purely objective standpoint

"Hurry up! Start recording!"

"Relax, I already started. You're going to make me drop my phone."

Keiji grinned. His hair was wind-tousled and he squinted his eyes against the sun. There was sand all over his swim trunks and long legs.

"Don't miss anything!" he cried, running back into the sea. The video panned so that an immense sand castle came into view. It was marvellously made, with towers that rose nearly to your knees.

"Okay, run in now!"

Keiji scrambled toward the sand castle, almost falling over himself as he splashed through the approaching wave. Just as the wave broke against the sand, he leapt over the sand castle and the surf swept out the castle from beneath him. He landed, but not quite, slipping onto his backside.

You hooted with laughter, the video blurring as you ran toward Keiji. He yanked on your leg, sending you toppling on top of him.

"Hey! Jerk!"

The video caught a spray of sand. Your muffled laughter getting cut off as offscreen, Keiji kissed you.

The video ended there, but you remembered what happened. Keiji had tugged you up and then out into the sea, splashing water at you and cackling as the salt stung your eyes. You'd followed him out as deep as the coast guard allowed, and then floated on your backs, the waves calmer this far out. You'd found his fingers and he'd squeezed yours in return. You had never heard him laugh as much as you had that day. It was a wonderful laugh. Full-bodied and brimming with joy. Even now, listening to it, your mouth fought to tug up in a smile.

Maybe that was when you realized you were in love with him. That day full of salt and sun and sea, Keiji's laugh tying it all together.

"There were no phones in the 1800's!"

Renge snatched up your phone with demonic speed. You yelped, scrambling to get it back, but she was too quick, flitting out of your way as she peered at the video you had been watching.

"Oh, is this Keiji?" she asked innocently. You heard his laughter over the video and your stomach tightened. "He's attractive, I'll give you that."

"Give me my phone back," you gritted out.

"He has a nice physique," Renge noted. "His biceps are killer."

"I'll show you a killer," you groused, lunging for your phone. You almost fell on your face as Renge deftly wove out of your way. How did she move so fast in that humongous gown?

You were currently both dressed in Victorian-era attire, Renge in an off-the shoulder velvet number and yourself in a flowy white shirt and waistcoat. The blue ribbon the hosts had picked out the other day was knotted about your throat. All of this in the name of the Host Club's Victorian Tea Party, hosted on Ouran's lawns under the gentle afternoon sun. Cute little tables were spread out over the green and Tamaki had even taken pains to import over a few horses from France, in case a leisurely trot was on anyone's agenda.

You had been directed to sit under the shade of a few trees and to look brooding and mysterious as you flipped through a hardcover. But you had gotten bored of that and started discreetly looking through your phone instead. Earlier, Kyoya had hounded everyone's phones and locked them in the music room. It was only because you'd distracted him with fake questions about your obscene host folder that he hadn't taken your phone too.

You had thought you had deleted everything relating to Keiji. Somehow, this video was still in your storage, probably because the thumbnail had been a blur of sand and hadn't included Keiji's face. The right thing to do would've been to delete the video as soon as you'd heard Keiji's voice, but just like with his social media profile, you had to watch it one last time.