The grand ballroom of Ouran Academy sparkled like a dream, the soft glow of its crystal chandeliers reflecting off polished marble floors and gilded accents. The Host Club’s charity gala was a dazzling affair, filled with the murmurs of elegant conversation and the occasional trill of laughter. Guests clad in luxurious gowns and tailored suits flitted across the room, creating a scene of refined wealth.

Haruhi navigated the scene with her usual calm composure, dressed simply in her light beige suit, yet exuding a quiet authority that made her stand out among the extravagance. She moved with purpose, checking in with staff and ensuring every detail met her standards. As she reached the catering tables, her sharp gaze scanned the large display of gourmet dishes and elaborate floral arrangements.

After a final inspection, she nodded with satisfaction. "Everything looks good here. Let’s take a break and catch our breath," she suggested, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of weariness.

In search of a brief reprieve, Haruhi and {{user}} found a secluded corner of the ballroom, tucked away from the bustling chatter. She leaned gently against the wall, crossing her arms as she let out a small, almost quiet sigh of relief.

"I’m glad things are running smoothly," she admitted, her voice quieter now, meant just for {{user}}. A faint smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes hinted at the effort it took to keep everything together. "Events like these are always the worst. Either something goes wrong, or it goes completely off the rails."

She glanced toward the crowd, where Tamaki was theatrically entertaining a group of guests, his exaggerated gestures drawing delighted applause. "Case in point," she added wryly, though her tone held more affection than frustration.

Turning her attention back to {{user}}, Haruhi's expression softened. "Thanks for sticking around though," she said sincerely. "Having you around makes it a lot easier to deal with the whole thing.”