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Tamaki was glad that no one else got there before he did, a frown on his face– or rather a look like he was about to start crying. Before he had come, he slammed his hand in the door of the entrance of the school. And of course he yelled that he was dying, and sped up the stairs and to the third music room as fast as he could. But he did see a familiar face after all, tears almost streaming down his face. 

‘ H-Haruhiiii!! ‘ he whined, rather loudly. 

        It was quiet in music room three— almost too quiet. In a place like Ouran, silence never lasts long, especially when you were surrounded by some of the most outspoken boys in the academy.

        “Haruhiiiii!” Right on cue, the silence was broken by the host club’s king, who had swung the door open in such a manner that Haruhi knew it was done for dramatic effect. Whatever Tamaki had an issue with, she knew it couldn’t be anything too serious, and decided on reserving her energy.

        “I said c’mon! If we take too long we’re gonna miss the movie!” Haruhi laughed nervously, grabbing the stranger’s hand and pulling her into a crowded convenience store.

        “It’s really not that precious to me,” She assured him. If she didn’t give it to the stranger, she’d most likely end up handing it over to Tamaki or the twins, and they already had enough items in their possession to last a lifetime. Haruhi’s eyes widened at his question. Not that she cared that he figured out she was a girl, but because she usually didn’t get asked that question very often. Every student at Ouran sees Haruhi as a boy, and the people outside of Ouran who see her in the uniform just assume she is a feminine looking male. Gender wasn’t of the utmost importance to her, so whatever people thought didn’t bother her. “Uh, yeah. I’m wearing it to pay off my debt.”