Hero | ohshc

II

"Of all things, why a host club?" I choked, a frown forming on my face.

A cute boy who looked as if he was in primary school came up to me and smiled. 

This boy is about as tall as I am... I definitely feel better. I restrained from rolling my eyes as myself.

"Would you like to hold Usa-chan?" The boy asked, raising the pink bunny into my outstretched hands. Flowers radiated off the small boy and brightened the room.

I nodded my head gratefully and he handed me the overstuffed pink, bunny.

"What's your name?" I asked looking down a fraction to look him in the eye, my stern expression not wavering.

"I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can call me Honey-senpai!"

"I'm Aki. I'm from England. It's a pleasure to meet you." I extended my hand out and he shook it happily. I paused for a moment. "Wait, senpai?"

"Yep! I'm a third year." He tilted his head to the side and smiled even bigger.

The smile and bright aura seemed to pull at the back of mind. I've seen him before. "Have you ever been to England?" My fingers fiddled with the end pads of the bunny's arms.

"Yeah, about a year ago! How did you know, Aki-chan?"

"I remember you," I wracked my brain for memories, "you visited my Uncle's bakery quite often. You always ate my strawberry shortcake with two chocolate slices on the side." I took a seat on a nearby couch.

His eyes went wide. "You remember that? You're a superhero Aki-chan!" He said smiling brightly and raising his arms up to flex them.

"I wouldn't say a superhero... A person with a vivid memory, yes." I trailed off. Too vivid.

"Oh! You were the little girl who had that flour all over your face from baking cakes! They were delicious!" Honey raved, grabbing my arm and hugging it. Usa-chan fell from my grasp.

The elder boy who was in my class prodded my nose and smiled. My eye twitched and I slammed my forehead against his chin, knocking him backwards.

"Don't touch me."

He cried out in pure pain and held the throbbing lump on his jaw. "Why do you look so much like me?" He continued to blabber on and on about how we look alike and if we could be related in any way possible.

What do you call people like this? A pain in the neck? No... A nuisance? No that's not it...

Aha! 

"Obnoxious!" Haruhi and I yelled out gleefully at the same time. I outstretched my hand for a high five and she slapped her hand against mine eagerly. Honey still clung to my left arm. 

A tall boy wearing glasses looked at me and the strange boy. He started to write in a small leather-bound notebook. I watched his hand movements and deciphered that 'Tamaki' and I were strikingly similar. 

I returned my focus back to 'Tamaki' who laid against a wall in the far corner. Shadows shrouded his frame.

"Geez you don't need to be so serious about it," I grumbled with an annoyed tone in French, speaking more to myself.

Everybody looked at me, and Tamaki snapped his head towards me so quickly I could have sworn It might have broken. I pushed Honey from my arm carefully, fearing that the other blond at the other end of the room would attack me.

He ran up to me, throwing me off balance from the sudden movement. "You speak French, Miss?" He replied in French. Sparkles flew everywhere and one hit my forehead.