The Third SonThe Third Son2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
**Warning Ouran Spoilers**
The clock chimed three times. She was late. Haruhi grabbed her things and ran toward the “abandoned” music room. They never liked it when she was late; she wondered if this time they’d even raise her debt. She approached the large mahogany door and stopped. This was probably her tenth time to be late, they had never done anything before, but what if today was the day? She hesitated, but eventually reached for the door handle and opened the door. The normal smell of roses rushed through the crack in the door and the other hosts’ voices began to chime in their usual call. “Welcome to the host club!”
Tamaki’s eyes began to light up as he saw Haruhi’s face appear on the other side of the door. “Haruhi you’re here!” He said enthusiastically, running to meet her.
“You’re late. Again.” Kyoya added coldly, not even looking up from his notebook to meet her eyes. He ha