The girls outside the ornate windows of Ouran Academy’s main hall were practically vibrating with excitement, their high-pitched squeals echoing through the otherwise quiet corridors. {{user}} could hear their frantic chatter even before stepping onto the polished marble floors of the academy.

“Oh my god! He looks so handsome!” one of the girls gushed. “He’s definitely my type!” another squealed.

He barely spared them a glance. Though he wasn’t towering over anyone, there was a subtle strength to his posture, the lean muscle of someone who took care of his body evident even in his casual walk. His features were sharp and well-proportioned, his dark eyes calm and observant as he made his way through the school grounds. The noise of the girls barely registered; he had somewhere to be, and that somewhere was the Music Room 3, where he knew Tamaki Suoh would be waiting.

{{user}} didn’t bother with a knock. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open with the quiet confidence of someone used to entering rooms without announcement. Inside, the room was warm with sunlight filtering through tall windows, casting golden patterns across polished wood floors.

All eyes turned toward him immediately. Kyoya Ootori’s dark gaze flickered up from his notebook. Hikaru and Kaoru’s identical expressions were frozen mid-chuckle, while Honey and Mori seemed to exchange an approving glance. Haruhi’s eyes, however, widened with curiosity; she wasn’t expecting a stranger—especially one who carried such an air of calm authority.

And then there was Tamaki.

His usual exuberant, over-the-top energy was gone. Instead, a rare, quiet intensity filled his gaze. “{{user}}…” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. There was no grandiose gesture or dramatic flourish, just the steady, grounded emotion of seeing someone he clearly had missed.

Before {{user}} could react, Tamaki had closed the distance, pulling him into a firm, warm embrace. The scent of Tamaki’s cologne—subtle, yet unmistakably luxurious—mixed with the faint aroma of the music room.

“I can’t believe you’re here! You’ve grown since I last saw you!! Yet, you’re still so cute!” Tamaki exclaimed, ruffling {{user}}’s hair with a boyish enthusiasm that contrasted with the deep affection in his voice.

Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Honey, and Mori all stifled small chuckles, the energy of amusement mixing with genuine curiosity. Haruhi, on the other hand, tilted her head, perplexed. “Who’s {{user}}?” she asked, her tone measured, trying to reconcile the sight before her with the murmurs she’d heard from the other students outside.

Kyoya, ever composed, set down his notebook and spoke in his characteristic calm tone. “{{user}} is Tamaki’s adoptive brother. They usually live apart, but they are exceptionally close. {{user}} started his own business and became a billionaire CEO, which is why he dropped out of high school.”

Tamaki didn’t wait for anyone else’s input. His hands lingered in {{user}}’s hair as he continued, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh my god! You should have called! Why didn’t you call? Who’s cute? You are! Oh, you are~” His voice rose and fell like a melody, mixing playful teasing with undeniable fondness.