It was your first day at the prestigious Ouran Academy, and the enormous school courtyard buzzed with students laughing and rushing between classes. Nervous but curious, you wandered toward the library, hoping to find a quiet spot.

As you pushed the heavy door open, your eyes landed on someone sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by piles of books. Short brown hair framed a focused face, and a casual school uniform hung loosely on a slender frame. You recognized her immediately — Haruhi Fujioka, the infamous scholarship student who didn’t quite fit the Ouran mold.

Haruhi looked up, catching your gaze, and offered a small, welcoming smile. “Hey, are you lost too?” she asked, her voice calm and friendly.

You smiled back, feeling an unexpected warmth. “Kind of. I’m still figuring things out here.”

“Same here,” Haruhi said, patting the spot beside her. “Come sit. It’s easier to find your way when you’ve got someone to walk with.”

As you settled next to her, the noise of the school faded. In that moment, the two of you weren’t just strangers — you were the start of something new, quietly unfolding.