Fujioka #2 (OHSHC Fanfic) [Under Construction]

Chapter 3

Edited

(A/N: Episode 4, Attack of the Lady Manager....I swear to God, I know I might get hate but for most obvious reasons Renge, I truly do wanna punch her in the face.)

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Haya's POV
"So do you sing?" One of my male customers asked as he held his tea in his hand. "Well that's one of the perks of being a Music Scholar." I smiled at him and I drank tea as well. He blushed soon after drinking his tea awkwardly. "Do you play any sports?" My second customer asked eagerly. Just like Tamaki.

"Well you could say I play all, but my favorite has to Volleyball. But Swimming and Judo come straight after." I reply looking straight into his eyes. "I could tell you are part of the baseball team, and you are a very good pitcher." I smiled at him and he blushed and squirmed in his seat.

"Haya-San, can you sing for us?" My third and last customer asked, while the two others agreed. "Well my diaphragm is currently not in the best condition, so maybe an instrument could be of compromise?" I told them, which they easily agreed.

"Hmm...what should I play?" I said like a flirty anime girl, with my eyes looking back and finger to my bottom lip. "Violin/Guitar/Flute!" They all said. "Piano it is!" I said leading them to the piano area. "What song?" I asked.

"There is no longer time for that. You have exceeded you time limit." Kyoya harshly barged in, and pushed the three out with force. "EH?" I heard from outside the doors. "Ne...Kyoya. Are you jealous?" I asked poking his cheek.

"No, I'm simply doing my job." He said walking out of the area. "Haruhi, I'll be joining you!" I said skipping along to her area. "Looks like tears are popular with the ladies today. But how are they all able to cry so easily?" She pointed out, and Honey-Senpai was crying on the side.

He was crying in Mori-Senpai's arms. Well that's something you see everyday.

"Let's do something!" I said pulling her arm, letting my childish side out. She stood up, and I stumbled upon Hikaru, hitting his arm with a small vile of some liquid. Haruhi picked up the vile, and a vein popped on her forehead. "What's this?" She asked holding a small bottle of eye drops.

"Eye Drops, since when did you wear contacts?" I said adjusting my glasses, Midorima Shintarou style. Love that man with a passion (A/N: That's Haya, not me...hehehe) Tsundere to the max! "I don't. It's common for a host to use eye drops." Hikaru stated as if I were stupid.

"No girl can resist the man on the brink of tears." Kaoru stated over-so dramatically. "Excuse me, but a man on the edge of crying is not considered manly to me. In fact, just cry it all out!" I stated the obvious.

"Lies!" They said karate chopping my head. "Not..." I mumbled rubbing my head. "That's cheating." Haruhi stated with a nod of approval by me. "Don't be such party poopers." The older twin said with their tongue sticking out.

"Here, for both you." The younger twin stated as he handed us both a small treat with the hue of baby pink. "This is for me?" Haruhi asked. "Aren't you the cutest?" The twins spoke. "Here, I don't need it. Do what you want." I did giving her my treat.

"I didn't know you like sweets, Haruhi." A girl said. "In all honesty, I don't. But you know, this would be a nice memorial offering for my mother." Haruhi stated with kindness emitting from her. I patted her head and smiled at her, "That was very kind of you, Haruhi." I said matching her tone.

"How admirable, Haruhi! Such devotion to your mother's memory. Please take as much as you like." Tamaki said as he kept filling Haruhi's hand with those sweets. "Let me guess. Those tears are fake." She said bluntly, striking something in Tamaki.