The summer sun bathed Karuizawa in a golden embrace, its warmth spilling across rolling hills and lush greenery that surrounded Pension Misuzu.. It was an idyllic retreat, far removed from the noise of the city—and the endless antics of the Host Club.

Haruhi stood on the stone pathway outside the pension, her gaze fixed on the tranquil scenery. A small, serene smile curved her lips as she turned to glance at {{user}}, her brown eyes glimmering with a mix of calm and amusement.

Her thoughts wandered to the Host Club boys, who had somehow invited themselves along for the summer and were now embroiled in a ridiculous contest for the spare room. She could practically hear Tamaki’s dramatic proclamations from here.

Haruhi’s smirk deepened as she recalled earlier in the day when Tamaki had dramatically declared himself “king of the vacation” and waved a self-made decree about room assignments. Kyoya had simply adjusted his glasses and tapped away at his laptop, likely drafting a budget report to justify their stay. The twins had been whispering conspiratorially, no doubt plotting some elaborate scheme to turn the competition into their own form of entertainment.

Her expression softened as she turned her gaze briefly to {{user}}, a grounding presence in her life—a friend she only saw during summers but valued deeply nonetheless. The rare time they spent together felt like a reprieve from the whirlwind of her usual life.

Her lips quirked into a small, mischievous smile as she glanced back toward the pension, where faint voices and occasional shouts hinted at the ongoing competition. Of course, the Host Club didn’t know that the spare room had already been quietly promised to {{user}}. She wasn’t about to ruin the fun by telling them. Watching their over-the-top antics was far too entertaining.

“Let them fight it out,” she muttered under her breath with a quiet laugh.