Hero | ohshc

XXIV

What a boring afternoon. I'm halfway sober. I can't move, so the only thing to entertain myself is to watch Tamaki whine and cry. He apparently made a huge mess on the floor from ramen broth while I was knocked out. 

What a weirdo.

"Hey Aki," the twins cooed.

"What."

"Help us with the party planning!"

Hikaru and Kaoru begged with pleading eyes and I shot them a glare. 

"Look in my bookbag... There should be a black notebook with a drawn Ouran crest on the front. That's my Host club planner notebook. Go on page 12 and there are some ideas."

After my concise instruction, they mock saluted and marched off towards my school bag. "Princess Kasuga," I heard Tamaki mutter over and over.

"Does it really bother you that much that Princess Kasuga has taken a liking towards Haruhi?" The twins muttered after setting my notebook next to Kyouya.

"He shouldn't be surprised," Kyouya stated as he typed on his computer, "she's had the illness for a while now."

Illness? What illness?

"What illness?" Haruhi asked, voicing my thoughts.

"She's got the host hopping disease." Hikaru chimed.

"A.k.a. the-never-the-same-boy-twice disease," Kaoru finished.

What the hell? So in short terms, she's technically a slut? Except without all the sexual relationships? 

Kyouya spewed facts as I shifted (or tried to) in my seat. All my muscles felt heavy, as though I had carried a ton of bricks on my back for a week. It was an unpleasant feeling that I tried to push away but couldn't. I tried wiggling my toes... They're good. I rolled my ankle, bent my knee and stretched my legs.

At least I'll be able to walk. "That's right! Because the time before she chose you, she was with Tama-chan!"

I chuckled, gaining the attention of all the hosts, "Tama has been rejected." The twins snickered making a tick mark form on Tamaki's head.

Haruhi muttered something and was immediately met with a response from Tamaki. "Shut up! I couldn't care less! I'm running out of patience! Haruhi, Its time you started dressing like a girl!"

I'm done. "That's it I'm out of here," I grumbled, trying to escape another hysterical fit from Tamaki.

I shakily stood up on both legs. Tamaki continued yelling as I picked up my bookbag and stumbled off. I stopped at the large oak doors and leaned against them watching the rest of the fight with a humoured gaze.

"Ugh! You should never refer to yourself as a dude!" Tamaki blew up.

I rolled my eyes and was about to open the door when a large, tanned hand stopped me. What the... My eyes travelled up Takashi's long arm and rested on his own piercing black and grey eyes.

"Honey and I will see you later this evening. We'll stop by the cafe."

My ears tingled and burned as I nodded. "I'll be sure to make you a fresh pot of coffee then," I beamed.

Takashi removed his hand from the door handle and ruffled my bangs. A blush dusted my cheeks as I exited the club room.

-

I unlocked the cafe doors and expected there to be a mess. I slowly opened the door and peeked in, my heart drumming in my chest. My eyes met a spotless dining room. My eyes have seen something close to Jesus. I sighed in contempt and pushed open the door all the way, turning on the lights in the process. I pulled out my iPhone from my back pocket and dialled.