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Haruhi had stumbled upon music room 3, broke a vase, and was now being forced to pay the price. Forced to join the Ouran Host Club, Haruhi meets all the members such as Tokugawa Kei, otherwise known as the "Disciplined Type."
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Haruhi walked down the hallway towards the club room in a brisk pace, feet stomping as she weaved through the hallways. Club activities were about to begin, and she knew she would be reprimanded if she was late again. Finally halting before the door, her hand had barely gripped the handle when a voice called out to her.
"Excuse me, are you a member of the Host Club?"
Haruhi turned around to see a boy in the Ouran middle school uniform standing behind her with a serious expression. He looked somehow familiar with brown hair and glasses, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Could you ask 3rd year student, Mitsukuni Haninozuka to meet me out here?"
She tilted her head in puzzlement. "Who, Hani-sempai? You sure?"
The boy nodded his head, the serious expression never leaving his face.
"Yes."
The door opened behind Haruhi, and Hani's head popped through as he hung on Mori's shoulders. Hani smiled brightly.
"Oh, look! It's Chika-chan! So, what's up? You rarely come over to the high school like this to see me."
The boy dubbed "Chika" took a threatening stance, eyes narrowing.
"Prepare yourself, Mitsukuni." He said, jumping towards him and attempting to strike Hani, but he had been expecting that and dodged the attack, both landing a few feet apart from one another in the club room, taking on offensive stances.
Haruhi gaped at the two, not understanding the situation at all.
The two boys faced each other, but neither making a move, as if waiting for something.
Kei, who sat at a nearby table, leisurely sipped his tea patiently, taking his time as he dabbed his lips with a handkerchief, before raising his hand.
Chika was the first to strike. Hani merely smirked, jumping off as Chika lunged for him. Kei watched on with mild interest.
"Hey come on! Cut it out, you guys! Mori-sempai!" Haruhi shouted, waving her hands at the third year standing behind her.
"Hm?" Mori grunted, not understanding the girls frantic behavior.
