Lost and Returned (Ouran High School Host Club love story)

Chapter 7

"Haruhi! Hello~!" Tamaki greeted Haruhi as soon as we entered, by now it seemed he felt like he knew me enough to ignore me in favor of his crush. At least that's what I assume Haruhi was to him, it was the only way I could think to explain his excitement towards the guy. After yesterday they still were a bit surprised that I could speak, or that I was willing to, and I still managed to catch the twins off guard this morning when I greeted Haruhi.

"You're here early." Of course it was Kyouya to point out the unfortunate event that we were early, well I suppose it wasn't that bad, I was already getting used to coming here. I don't know why I did despite the fact that I tried to convince myself I hated it so much. Maybe that passing thought of being a masochist really was my problem, and I was just trying to torture myself. That or maybe I was just being decent for once and trying to share the burden Haruhi had to endure so he had someone to complain to that kind of got what he was talking about. These people weren't the most self-aware group I had even met, far from it actually. Though their comfort with one another and how happy they could seem, it still made my spine crawl unpleasantly. I wanted to retreat once more, but I made myself stay. I couldn't always be running away after all, I almost had to laugh at that, I was still running or more so hiding.

"Class released a bit earlier since the teacher got a call towards the end." The red heads did the explaining and I took a seat at one of the tables that Haruhi attended, they were usually the quieter tables. Really Mori's would be the quietest if he didn't always sit around Hani, but they had a strange relationship. 

"How are you feeling today?" At first I thought that he was talking to Haruhi, but for one thing he was being a little too polite and formal for how he spoke to Haruhi, plus a moment after a I heard that I felt a hand on my shoulder. It seemed that after I decided to speak up for a change, he made the effort to try and talk to me more whenever he wasn't fawning over Haruhi. 

"I was okay until you touched me." I brushed off his hand, just because I was speaking again, didn't mean that they had the right to just touch me- especially considering I told him the other day I didn't like physical contact. Even though I didn't like being touched, I dealt with it when it came to my mom because she was my mom, she could kill me if she wanted because she was the reason I was alive. At least that was my thought process... I still felt so cruel to her, it had been two days, but she didn't know. Every time I tried to speak to her I froze up. Scared of what she would do, I was just exaggerating on some of my worries I knew that, but for the first time in a few years, I was genuinely afraid again. Though back in the world outside my mind, Tamaki was sulking in a corner whimpering. He was such an eccentric weirdo I really didn't get why girls were so crazy about him. Though from what I gathered from the others he does this pretty often, it seemed like he was an emotional character. 

"Koko-Chan! Since you don't like really sweet things, I thought that a pound cake might be good, do you want to try it with me?" Hani seemed to have made it his mission the other day to find a sweet that I would like. He was a precious kid... well not really kid, it was so weird to think that this squirt was older than me. I was about to decline, but I mentally sighed, if I tried it, then at least I could do that to make someone happy. I was too much of a coward to do the one thing that could make my mother happy, all because of an over active imagination.

"Sure, I suppose it wont' hurt." I sighed before getting up from my previous seat to follow him to what seemed to be his usual table. I heard some grumbles behind me, but I ignored them. Hani seemed excited as he hurried me to his table and I sat down across from him while Mori took a seat next to him. The pound cake was plain, a lot plainer than what Hani could normally be caught eating. "You know, just because I don't like sweeter cakes, doesn't mean you have to try this one with me." I still didn't understand these people very well, but I was trying at least, with some of them I was.