OuranAcademyx

Story 2: Let’s Bake Together All Haruhi wanted was to have her bakery, just like her mom had.  Was that too much to ask? Unfortunately, her father had to close her mother’s bakery upon her death since he was no baker, and they did not have a lot of money.   Haruhi used the drive her mother had, and managed to score a scholarship to attend the most prestigious of schools for chefs, and she learned the finer arts of baking. From there, however, her luck was not with her.  At first, no one was hiring chefs fresh out of school.  Then, she found one, but they overworked her.  For five years, she worked there to save up enough money

Story 1: Glasses Needed How much did Kyoya need those glasses, really? Every time Haruhi saw someone in college try to get the upper hand on Kyoya, she would watch as his glasses glinted in the light before he said or did something that proved that he was better at manipulation. It was painful to hear the mean things they said to him, but immediately after, it became rather amusing at times, to see the tables get turned on them.  Kyoya always had a plan and was three steps ahead of everyone else, and some people still had not figured that out. And every time she watched it happen in front of her, she waited for his glasses to glint, witho

Chapter 3: Cosplaying as Superheroes “Haruhi, would you cosplay as Ladybug from Miraculous for my birthday? Please? It’s my favorite show!” Haruhi paused in her picking up of tea cups to consider the request.  The brunette requester was a regular of Haruhi’s, even after Haruhi had revealed herself as a girl, and Haruhi had always thought her sweet. “Sure, I’ll talk to the guys and see if they can’t help me find an outfit,” said Haruhi, much to the regular’s surprise and delight. Haruhi had never seen the show before, so she asked the twins about it.  She learned quickly. “ItR

Prologue: Welcome to the Third Music Room! “Hi, Mom.  I can’t believe I’m doing this.  I know I wanted to follow in your footsteps, but I don’t think you ever had to do anything like this to become a lawyer.” Haruhi Fujioka slid her hands across the handmade wooden frame that held her mother’s image.  As the sun showered the small room in the brick apartment with light, she gave the shrine one last look, her troubled gaze turning determined as she got up and left the room.   “I still don’t like these heels,” mumbled Haruhi as she slipped on the new, leather shoes.  “Why is it nece

“Who’s got the popcorn?” shouted Hikaru to the group behind him. “I brought cakes!” squealed Hunny as he plopped beside Hikaru. “That’s definitely not popcorn, or popcorn-flavored for that matter, but I made some,” replied Kaoru, taking the last seat on the couch next to his twin.  Both twins’ eyes glinted evilly as they rubbed their hands together and stared at the screen of triumph. Mori took a chair close to Hunny, but still in front of the large TV screen set up in front of them. “I can’t wait to see our plan work and watch them fall in love!” said Tamaki dramatic

"Haruhi, my darling daughter, when are you coming home?" "Not until the new year for the celebrations, Dad," sighed Haruhi with exasperation, this being their third time having the conversation. "But that's seventeen days from now!" screamed Ranka. Haruhi could hear her father jumping on the carpeted floor over the phone. "Dad, I'm still finishing up stuff at my internship, and one more exam in law school. It'll come before you know it. I miss you," added Haruhi to help. It was true; she did miss her father. It had been back in summer when she had last come home with Kyoya. Granted, she could have come home more often as Ranka, Kyoya, or

Even as the wild winds whizzed and whined past Mori, he stood strong. He would always be strong, as long as he had Haruhi beside him. Haruhi clutched Mori as though she were in the middle of a thunderstorm, even if there was no thunder to speak of.  While the winds continued to voice their cries of shrill sadness, Haruhi feared for her life (for she had great fear of being thrown off the cliff they were currently standing on), and so she continued to conform herself into the shape of her husband.   But, it was their anniversary tradition, so they continued standing, as they always did, year after year. As the winds calmed, Haruhi finally

“Good morning, Kyoya! Happy birthday!” shouted Fuyumi excitedly, throwing open all of Kyoya’s bedroom windows. Kyoya knew this was going to be a bad day.  He grumbled and was about to snap at his sister about respecting him on this day of all days when she spoke again. “Father wants to see you first thing this morning.  You had better hurry if you’re going to be on time for breakfast.” And just like that, Kyoya was up and moving, albeit groggily.  Kyoya could guess why his father wanted to speak to him today, seeing as he was turning eighteen and in his last year of high school.  College and adult life l