I started this in 2021 (the era that we shall not name). It was my first ever fanfiction that actually left my drafts, and the lovechild of a bygone era of mine.
I didn't know what I was doing, except I knew I was writing my silly little heart out. Wonky characters and inconsistent writing brought on by several hiatuses in between.
I didn't even know if I was going to be able to finish this, but here we are.
It has been almost 4 years since then, and I'm not even sure if the readers that once read this book are still active. Regardless, I thank all of you guys who made it this far, for giving this little fanfic of mine a chance.
Thank you to all my old readers who gave me the spark to keep going, and to the new readers who share the love for Ouran.
Thank you for the support this community has given me even in the face of silence.
And most of all, thank you to Ouran, who has inspired me and countless other writers to keep breathing in new life into the fandom.
I hope that even though this story isn't perfect, it made you guys smile and kick your feet.
You are loved, and you are appreciated.
- Rosa <3
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