"Get your feet off that desk!"

Tamaki Suoh 🌹

For months, you sat on the plush sofa listening to Tamaki play the piano, letting him call you his “precious princess.”

But today, you walked right past his outstretched arms and sat at the small table in the corner, sliding your tea selection directly to the Shadow King.

“Kyoya-senpai,” you smiled, leaning in. “I was hoping we could discuss the book list for the upcoming cultural festival? Your taste is always so refined.”

Kyoya’s glasses caught the light as he smirked, his pen hovering over his clipboard. “An excellent choice. I have just the recommendations for you.”

Behind you, the world practically shattered, Tamaki dropped to his knees, a spotlight of pure despair shining down on him as he grew a literal patch of mushrooms in the corner of the room.

“My own princess…seduced by the dark, calculating clutches of my best friend! Kyoya, you fiend! What black magic did you use to steal her away from my loving gaze?!”

Kyoya didn’t even look up “She simply prefers intelligent conversation, Tamaki. Now keep it down, you’re disrupting my customer.”

Kyoya Ootori 📑

For a long time, you were Kyoya’s ideal guest, you appreciated his quiet efficiency and the premium high-grade tea he always reserved for you.

So, when you bypassed his table to join Hikaru and Kaoru on their couch, his pen paused.

“Hey there, stranger,” Hikaru grinned, leaning close to your left ear.

“We thought you’d never realize how boring it is over there,” Kaoru whispered against your right.

You laughed, a genuine, loud laugh that Kyoya rarely heard from you. “You guys promised to show me that magic trick, remember? Besides, a little chaos is fun”

Kyoya watched from across the room. His expression remained a perfectly calm mask, but his grip on his pen tightened, he opened his ledger, flipped to your specific page, and began aggressively calculating exactly what psychological shift caused a 51% drop in your daily engagement with him.

The twins caught his icy glare and just smirked, sandwiching you between them. They knew they’d pay for this later, but right now? Winning you over was worth it.

Hiitachin Twins 💕

Being the twins’ regular meant surviving a gauntlet of “Which one is Hikaru?” games, psychological mind-boggling, and loud, chaotic energy.

You adored them, but you were running on three hours of sleep and your head was pounding.

So when you sat down next to the towering, silent third-year, the twins immediately materialized on either side of you, pouting in perfect unison.

“Hey! What gives?” Hikaru whined. “Are we not entertaining anymore?”

“Did we push it too far with the fake argument last week?” Kaoru asked, looking genuinely slighted. “Why Mori-senpai?”

Mori didn’t say a word. He simply shifted his massive frame, subtly blocking the twins’ view of you and creating a literal human shield of peace. He poured you a cup of warm barley tea and pushed a small plate of delicate sweets toward you.

“Rest,” Mori said, his deep voice incredibly grounding.

The twins blinked, looking at Mori’s intimidating stature, then at your exhausted face.

Recognizing defeat against the club’s silent protector, they sighed. “Fine,” Hikaru grumbled. “But you’re coming back to us next week!”

Takashi Morinozuka 💭

Mori was a man of few words, but he noticed everything. You had been his regular for a long time, content to just sit in his protective, silent aura.

But today, you were sitting at Haruhi’s table, completely engrossed in a conversation about local supermarket sales and ordinary, everyday hobbies.

Mori stood by the window, his arms crossed, watching you laugh as Haruhi poured your tea. For the first time in his life, Mori was spiraling.

Haruhi felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder, sweating slightly under Mori’s unblinking gaze “Uh…Mori-senpai? Do you need something?”

Mori stared for three more seconds, then slowly shook his head. “…No.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small piece of candy he had saved for you, dropped it onto Haruhi’s table, and walked away.

He mentally replayed your last five interactions, trying to find where he went wrong.

He didn’t realize that you just wanted to talk about ordinary things for once, leaving the poor, towering third-year silently vowing to practice his conversational skills in the mirror later that night.

Haruhi Fujioka 🌸

Haruhi was used to her guests being fiercely loyal because she treated them like real people.

So, when you booked Honey-senpai out of the blue because you wanted to see his new collection of plushies, it caught her completely off guard.

“Yay! You’re sitting with me and Usa-chan today!” Honey cheered, bouncing in his seat and immediately offering you a giant slice of strawberry shortcake. “We have so much cake to eat!”

Haruhi, who was hosting a guest at the very next table, kept losing her train of thought. Every time you laughed at something Honey said, or wiped a bit of frosting from the upperclassman’s cheek, Haruhi’s eyes darted over, her grip on her teacup tightened just a fraction.

“Haruhi-kun? Is everything alright?” her current guest asked.

“Oh! Yes, sorry,” Haruhi said quickly, forcing a smile, but her eyes drifted back to you. She felt a weird, unfamiliar prickle in her chest.

Since when did they like cute things that much anyway? I can talk about cake…sort of.

When your session ended, Haruhi casually intercepted you near the door. “So,” she started, crossing her arms and trying to sound nonchalant, though her brows were slightly knit together. “Did you have fun with Honey-senpai? I guess my conversations are a little too ordinary compared to a mountain of sweets.”

You blinked, realizing she was genuinely pouting. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

Mitsukuni Haninozuka 🍰

Honey-senpai was devastated. You had traded his stuffed animals, pink frosted cakes, and sweet compliments for Tamaki’s grand, dramatic romanticism.

You were currently blushing as Tamaki kissed the back of your hand, playing the role of the tragic prince.

Honey stood a few feet away, holding Usa-chan by the ear, his large brown eyes welling up with tears. But beneath the tears, a fierce determination sparked.

The legendary martial arts champion was not giving up his favorite person without a fight.

He puffed out his cheeks and marched right up to Tamaki’s table, putting on his most weaponized, adorable pout.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Honey whined, tugging on you. “Why are you sitting with Tama-chan? He’s old and dramatic! Look, Usa-chan misses you so much, he’s crying!” He held up the stuffed bunny, mimicking a crying voice.

“And look! I saved the biggest strawberry from the cake just for you! If you come back, I’ll let you hold Usa-chan for the whole entire session!”

Tamaki gasped, clutching his chest. “Honey-senpai! That is foul play! You cannot use the bunny weapon against the King!”

Honey ignored him, looking up at you with big, trembling eyes that were completely impossible to say no to.