Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Birthdays and Reminiscing

The first week back wasn't very serious though. I think the teachers were just feeling oddly generous, so this was our time to relax and get back into the swing of things. By Friday, most of the back-to-school attitude had worn off and everyone was beginning to calm down.

Club activities didn't start until the following week, which meant that school ended earlier for most people. I had seen Kyouya making up schedules and evenrs for the Host Club, and taking early bookings from some really excited girls.

Classes were calm at the moment, and we spent most of the time discussing past tests and reading essays. Out of all my classes though, I think Home Economics was my favourite. I mean, it was mostly a class about cooking, and the teacher/school provided all the necessary ingredients needed for each dish. Occasionally we did have to bring something, but it was usually small (small for a school with a near solid gold statue).

We also got to take the food with you, so every Tuesday and Friday, I had an almost-free lunch. On Tuesday that week we'd made some fancy soup, the name of which escapes me at the moment, and some other fancy salad with feta cheese.

Cooking was one of my favourite things to do, so it wasn't too surprising that I nearly skipped into the classroom and managed to arrive much earlier than everyone else, including the teacher (but that was expected. Our teacher was notoriously late, and usually appeared about ten minutes into the period). Haruhi wasn't in my Home Ec. class, but the twins were.

You know, now that I think about it, they were in almost all of my classes. If not for the fact that my class schedule had been created before the twins and I had started hanging out, I would have suspected some tampering.

I made my way to my station and began to tie my hair up in a bun for the class. Unfortunately, I stretched the thin band a bit too much and it snapped, stinging me in the process. Are you kidding me? I stared at the snapped rubber-band in my hand with a mental groan. I couldn't cook without tying my hair back. It was bad enough that my hair was far too long. Maybe I should braid it instead...

"Hey, Kyoko!" I yelped quietly when arms suddenly came around my shoulders from behind. "Did we scare you?" Kaoru leaned on the table in front of me, and Hikaru rested his chin on the top of my head.

"More like you surprised me," I rolled my eyes and they grinned. "Hey, do you guys have a ribbon or band or anything?" At their confused expressions, I explained. "I need to tie my hair up for this class and my band broke."

Hikaru clicked his tongue above me and pulled away to search his pocket. "You should be more careful," he muttered. I rolled my eyes again, this time with a smile, which widened when Kaoru smiled at me kindly. I blinked when I felt Hikaru gather my hair up. "Hold still," he murmured.

He handled my hair carefully, more carefully than I did. I hummed quietly as more students continued to pour in. Most shot us odd looks, some looked pleased, and a few looked annoyed. I noted, with some surprise, that some of the people that looked mildly irritated were guys.

"Done," Kaoru's voice tugged my attention back to them. I reached up to touch my hair, and I gave Hikaru a grateful smile. Kaoru tugged on a loose strand of my hair thoughtfully. "You know," he commented. "You smell good."

I choked briefly on the air I was breathing and stared at him with wide eyes. How can you say something like that so casually?! "You really do," Hikaru hugged me around my shoulders and buried the lower part of his face in my hair.

"The two of you do realise we're in class, right?" I asked, and then I sighed when they both snickered quietly. "Sometimes I wonder if either of you even listen to me." My eyes narrowed when Kaoru winked at me playfully. His eyes went to something behind us and his smile dimmed just a tad. I blinked and turned my head to the side.