The "Lovable" Type| OHSHC x OC

Into a Flower of Need

Amei skipped happily down the sidewalk, her arms loaded with grocery bags.

To the casual observer, the load might have seemed too much for someone of her petite frame, but she carried them effortlessly, her white sundress swishing with each step.

Her sneakers tapped rhythmically against the pavement, keeping her balanced despite her brisk pace.

She glanced over at Haruhi, who walked beside her carrying two modestly filled bags—an arrangement Amei had reluctantly agreed to after Haruhi insisted on not letting her carry everything.

"The supermarket's deals are magical, Haruhi," Amei said cheerfully, her tone almost singing.

Haruhi, looking pleased herself, nodded. "The supermarket really is the place to spend a Sunday morning."

"You still have laundry to do, right—?" Amei started to say, but both of them abruptly slowed their steps, noticing a crowd gathered up ahead near the entrance to their apartment complex.

People were clustered around a sleek black car parked conspicuously out front, murmuring excitedly.

"What's this doing outside our building?" Haruhi wondered aloud, eyebrows furrowing.

Amei's sharp eyes caught sight of the car–cars, there was more than one as they got closer– luxury logos, her suspicion immediately aroused.

She stifled a groan as a man in a tailored suit stepped forward and opened one of the car doors.

To her complete lack of surprise, Tamaki Suoh emerged first, dressed in a casual outfit accented by pink sunglasses.

Kyoya followed, cool and composed as ever, then the twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, who hopped out casually but with that signature air of mischief.

Amei sighed heavily and covered her face with her free hand, exasperated. "Crap, they're all here..." she muttered.

Haruhi leaned against a nearby pole, groaning. "Why am I not surprised?"

The hosts were loudly commenting as they glanced around the apartment complex, their voices carrying over the crowd.

"It's bigger than I expected!" Hikaru said, looking up at the building.

"Not what I pictured at all," Kaoru added, smirking.

"How entitled do you have to be to not even know what an apartment looks like before showing up uninvited?" Amei muttered, her annoyance only growing.

She cut herself off with another sigh as Kyoya calmly began explaining this to the group.

Amei glanced at Haruhi, who looked like she was ready to spontaneously combust from irritation.

She leaned closer to her friend, lowering her voice. "Hey, want to sneak away somewhere? If we're lucky, they'll lose hope and leave."

The neighbors were still staring wide-eyed at the flashy cars and their equally flashy occupants.

"This is so stupid," Haruhi hissed, running a hand down her face. "Why can't they just be subtle? You manage it."

"I, Haruhi," Amei said dramatically, placing a hand on her chest, "am one of a kind amongst our world..."

Their attention snapped back as Tamaki began enthusiastically explaining his reasoning for showing up, as though this were some kind of covert operation.

He was already outlining a list of ground rules for how to behave while visiting Haruhi's home.

Haruhi's patience was nearing its breaking point. "Go away. Right now!" she barked, her tone leaving no room for argument.