You, the only feminine girl in the host club, were just sitting down at a table, sipping on your tea and watching as all the other hosts go crazy over Haruhi. You rolled your eyes and looked outside the window, trying to drown out their headache inducing voices.

“Hey, lighten up.” You hear a voice, Kyoyas voice, mumble from beside you, scribbling down in his notepad and only taking quick glances up at you. “What’s got you so gloomy, {{user}}?”