The "Lovable" Type| OHSHC x OC

A Quiet Ache Beneath the Grace

Amei's lips quirked as her gaze flicked toward the mirror, her reflection softly illuminated by the golden light of the room. The faintest glimmer of amusement crept into her eyes, a rare indulgence.

Her fingers drifted to the burgundy rose tucked into her bun, grazing its petals.

Earlier, Tamaki had presented it to her with his usual flair, officially dedicating the flower in his dramatic, heartfelt way.

Then, like the romantic cornball he was, he'd insisted on placing it in her hair himself.

The memory warmed her, though she wouldn't admit it aloud.

A quiet sigh left her lips as her hand dropped, brushing against the fabric of her skirt.

For all its silliness, the gesture had left her feeling... whole.

Like she truly mattered to them.

With a soft shake of her head, Amei turned her attention to the dessert table.

She carefully selected a few slices of cake, arranging them neatly on her tray. "Alright, enough sitting around. Time to actually serve some customers," she murmured, her tone light as she adjusted her grip on the tray.

As she pushed open the door to the main room, the sound of clapping and laughter hit her instantly. Her pace slowed as she surveyed the scene, her brows lifting slightly.

"Let's play the 'Which One is Hikaru?' game!"

In the center of the room stood the twins, both wearing matching hats and striking identical poses.

Their devilish smirks mirrored one another perfectly, and the delighted guests only encouraged their antics further.

Amei paused, her brows knitting together in mild exasperation. She leaned closer to observe the scene, tilting her head slightly as she muttered, "I fail to see the point of this. Their differences are quite obvious."

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Unnoticed, Haruhi passed by with a faint smirk, her tray balanced effortlessly in one hand.

"Now then," Hikaru and Kaoru called out in unison, "can you tell which one of us is Hikaru?"

"Oh, this is hard..." a guest lamented, distractedly taking a teacup from Amei's tray without so much as a glance her way.

The twins leaned back dramatically, waggling their fingers in mock tragedy. "There's never been a girl who could really tell us apart before!"

"What a ridiculous game," Haruhi said, her tone dry as she brushed past.

Amei adjusted her tray, her steps falling naturally into sync with Haruhi's. "Glad to know I'm not the only one thinking that," she said, her voice soft but tinged with a wry amusement.

The twins' heads whipped toward them in unison, their faces contorting with mock outrage. "Huh? Something you don't like about it?"

"It's not just that." Haruhi glanced at them over her shoulder, unfazed. "I just can't figure out why you two are so popular."

In an instant, the twins were flanking them, moving with unnerving synchronization.

Hikaru leaned in with a sly grin. "Apparently, Haruhi doesn't..."

Kaoru followed seamlessly, "...understand the merits of having twins in the host club."

Amei raised an eyebrow, taking a measured step back as she cradled the empty tray against her chest. "And this has what to do with me, exactly? Can you move? I've got tables to ser–."