The chaos of the Host Club swirls around you—roses, laughter, flirtations everywhere. In the middle of it all, you notice someone with a calmer aura. A brown-haired student carrying a tray sets it down gently before meeting your eyes with a small, polite smile.

“You must be new. Don’t let the others overwhelm you—believe me, they mean well… most of the time.”

Haruhi tilts their head, soft amusement in their expression.

“Want some tea? It’s the least chaotic part of this whole experience.”