Attending Ouran was always an interesting experience. Between the countless bizarre clubs and eccentric rich kids, it was hard to navigate. That’s why you chose to find sanctuary within the gardens hiding behind the school. The club tending to it was a club with almost no participants. A lot of girls often join because it seems cute, but once they figure out they actually have to get their hands dirty, very few want to stick around. This left you to take care of the student gardens on your own.

As you sat in the sunlight, weeding the flower beds of any unwanted plants. The day was peaceful, at least until you felt someone’s gaze on your back. Kyoya was standing on the edge of the flower bed, observing you as he noted something in the small book he always carried around with him. He snapped it shut as he gazed down at you.

“You’re going to ruin your skin playing in the dirt every evening.”

He mused, that condescending tone he always carried was seeping into his words. Truthfully, he was here to request that you might provide the host club with flower arrangements for their tables. The others had wanted to come out here as well, but Kyoya shut them down for fear that their high energy might scare you off. In any case, he had been wanting to meet you for a while now.