The summer temperatures resisted to let up even for as the third week of classes at Ouran Academy began again for the second term of the year.
The air was still warm and scented with the cloying perfumes of summer-time flowers that spread across the neatly trimmed lawn of the school.
“It’s always disappointing when the summer vacation ends.” A young girl’s fingers gripped the delicate porcelain tea cup while she spoke. “What did you do for this summer vacation?” Another one piped in to ask the first.
Already the school day was over, said the giant clock tower with its hand’s positioned a little after three, so most of the students were either home or busy with their respective clubs. This gave the infamous Ouran Host Club free rein over the lushes gardens on the property, now turned into a beautiful work of art made especially for their guests.
“What about you Tamaki?”
“What did you do over the summer vacation?”
Both girls looked expectantly toward the Host King with a dewy gaze. The girls hung on the King’s every word and he on theirs. He leaned forward and rested his elbow on top of the white iron and glass topped table he sat at with his two guests.
“My summer wasn’t as eventful as yours,” He admitted with a charming smirk to match. “My time was spent missing your beautiful smiles, my princesses.”
Somehow, all three of them had their hands clasped in one another’s grip and Tamaki sat almost sparkling with a charismatic smile while the two girls nearly balled their eyes out.
But uneventful wasn’t the word best used to describe Tamaki’s summer vacation. Most of it was spent planning for the Host Club’s future plans. Honey senpai and Mori senpai were both gone and soon both the President and Vice President would be gone too. Unfortunately, “planning” seemed to involve Tamaki waking up excruciatingly and dragging everyone around on silly day trips, and spending long nights over at his best friend, Kyoya’s house.
“Oh brother,” Haruhi preparing to serve “her” clients some tea, she couldn’t help but catch the spectacle happening only a few tea tables away—even the twins noticed, it was hard to miss.
“Doesn’t he ever stop?” She couldn’t understand how the girls could be so blind and how he could continually keep up the “act”.