Thank you all for your lovely support 3

"Amegawaaaa-senpai!"

Hikaru blinks at the loud voice, then turns to his soulmate. "Hey, your Prince Charming is calling for you," he comments snidely, and she rolls her eyes and jabs the ginger haired boy in the side with her elbow. This effectively shuts him up. "Ow, dammit woman, that hurts!" he hisses in pain.

"Satoshi-kun," she greets, her entire face lighting up. The boy skids to a stop before the two of them, gasping loudly for breath and grinning broadly. Miyako's always more girly around the younger Morinozuka, and Hikaru's amused to see that she's twirling her hair again. "Didn't I tell you that you can just call me Miyako?"

"But I'm your kouhai ," Satoshi explains simply, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. It's sort of jarring to see the difference in personality between Satoshi Morinozuka and his older brother: while the former host is quiet and reserved, Satoshi shares none of his brother's silent personality. He has a bright, easygoing kind of charm to him that makes anybody grin in his presence, which is one of the main reasons why Tamaki's training him to be a Host. "It'd be rude."

"I already gave you my permission." Miyako giggles at Satoshi's pouty expression. "I mean," she adds, "if you want, you can call me 'Miyako-senpai' instead."

"Miyako-senpai."

Satoshi ponders the name thoughtfully as Hikaru watches his soulmate turn into a tomato. She looks like she's about to swoon, just like all the other girls that attend the Host club. Love changes people, Hikaru concludes. He can't ever picture Miyako acting as skittish with him as she does with Satoshi now.

"Okay, Miyako-senpai it is!" Satoshi decides with a firm nod, and Hikaru has to steady his soulmate by placing a hand on her shoulder in order to keep her from floating off to cloud nine. He turns to Hikaru and addresses him cheerfully, "And how're you doing, Hitachiin-senpai? Where's your other half?"

"I'm doing fine." Hikaru removes his hand from Miyako's back and stuffs them uncomfortably in his pockets. He does that whenever he feels awkward. "Kaoru's talking with Kyoya-senpai."

Satoshi's eyes lighten up with understanding. "Oh, so you are Hikaru-senpai. Was I interrupting something? Sorry, I'm really oblivious to these kind of things! I'll go now."

"No," Hikaru blurts out, and the boy sends him a surprised look. "No," Hikaru repeats lamely. "You weren't interrupting anything. Say, I think I should probably head back to the club to wait for Kaoru since we're both going home together anyways. Why don't you escort Miyako to her car?"

Satoshi blinks, then shrugs. "Sure!" He beams, then hooks arms with a startled Miyako. "Ready to go then, Miyako-senpai?"

Miyako sends Hikaru a look along the lines of: you are the best, most amazing wingman ever and oh gods I loveyou.

Hikaru rolls his eyes and shoos her along with a tiny grin before trudging back to the Host club.

"How can you not ship them?" Miyako's staring at her soulmate with rounded, disbelieving eyes as she gestures to the shoujo manga in her hands. "She literally almost sacrificed her life for him, and he still loves her even after her memories were taken and she tried to kill him. If that doesn't show devotion and love, then I don't know whatdoes."

"Why are you so invested in fictional characters' relationships?" Hikaru counters.

Miyako fixates her soulmate with a deadpan stare. "Do we really want a repeat experience of enlightenment in which I take you down the wonders of shoujo manga and BL?"

"Didn't you say I basically lived in one, anyways?" Hikaru snorts. "Besides, I have the BL part covered, thank you very much. I think Kaoru and I are the poster children for twincest, now."

"Speaking of which, if you're going to sell it...you guys are too sweet," Miyako asserts. Her ginger companion sends her an indignant look. (Oh yes, how dare she judge his flirting skills. Heh.) "You need more angst. There has to be moments when you two try pushing away from each other because you know that your love is wrong, and then you'll find yourselves falling deeper and deeper in love."

"We did push away each other."

"Once."

"...point taken," Hikaru concedes. "But do you really want a repeat of your hair dye fiasco?" Then, he pauses. His amber eyes adopt a mischievous glint to them, which she immediately catches. She straightens herself, glaring at him and pointing an accusing finger at his chest.

"Oh no you don't , Hitachiin. Don't even think about it."

"So, Amegawa..." Hikaru drawls. "Would you prefer lime green or deep indigo?"

"Screw you."

"Hikaru...what even?" Kaoru stares, completely befuddled.

Hikaru catches his bewildered stare and hisses, "Not. A. Word."

Several rows in front of them, Miyako snickers and high-fives Haruhi. "Purple hair suits you, Hikaru!" She calls, smirking. Her hair is a similar shade of violet, but somehow she manages to pull it off better than her soulmate. Violet hair clashes too much with Hikaru's skin tone and eye color, and he honestly looks like he should be in Nekozawa's occult club rather than in the classroom.

"You're looking a little pale today, Mi~ya~ko~"

She glowers, glaring at his silver hair that is the exact same shade as her own. Tan skin did not go well with silver, not to mention the poofy yellow girl's school uniform didn't match anything .

"This means war. "

"Haruhi, how come you and Tamaki don't have this hair color problem?" Miyako questions idly, tying her ginger hair into a ponytail with a spare hair band. Hikaru, petting his ginger locks and looking satisfied, looks over as well. They came to a truce after two weeks of shamelessly changing their hair color each day.

"Ah, I wondered about that at first, too," Haruhi admits. "But you know, there are studies which show that not all soulmates share hair colors. It's somewhat rare, but it does happen. Just like some people soulmate tattoos show symbols rather than their first words, or sometimes they might not meet at exactly sixteen."

"Are those abnormalities genetic?" Hikaru can't help but ask. Biology and chemistry always interest him.

"There's evidence that proves such." Haruhi nods, her lips stretching out into a smile. "I guess Tamaki-senpai and I are lucky. Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it."

"You two are definitely lucky," Miyako mutters, shooting a glare at her soulmate who snickers and whistles innocently, avoiding her gaze. Her entire demeanor changes as she asks, "Are you guys ready for your Halloween test of courage?"

"Kyoya-senpai has hired a bunch of people to make it better than last year," Kaoru comments, observing Hikaru's soulmate with a contemplative expression. "You seem excited."

"I...uh...um…" Miyako struggles to find an excuse, eyes darting around nervously.

Hikaru takes pity on his soulmate and speaks up. "Well, obviously they don't have cool Halloween festivals in Lobelia," Hikaru snorts. "Can you imagine? They'd probably sit around and do costume contests."

"That's actually true," Miyako muses, "But those contests were actually pretty fun."

"You're probably just saying that because you had a legitimate excuse to cosplay," Hikaru replies, rolling his eyes.

"I can't deny that." Miyako observes Haruhi, a glint in her eyes. "Hey, Haruhi...has anyone ever told you that your face is really nice?"

"Uh...thank you."

"Sooo," Miyako wheedles. "Would you like to try cosplaying with me? There's this character I want to do, and you kind of look like another character from the same series."

"No, " Hikaru says firmly.

"Hikaru." His name is said as a warning. Then, a wicked grin spreads over her face. "Haruhi. In. A. Maid. Outfit."

Hikaru pauses, considering the notion. His face turns a notable shade of red, and Kaoru doesn't seem to be faring much better. Haruhi groans and simply says, "Miyako."

Miyako snickers.

Yuzuha Hitachiin is a force of nature, and when she wants something, she won't be stopped by anything...even her sons. Hikaru had told her such, but Miyako doesn't really believe it until she's whisked away by a suspicious Rolls Royce and sitting across from a bright-eyed fashion designer.

"Your hair suits you so well," Yuzuha gushes, beaming. "My, you must become one of my models for my next collection! I already feel sparks of inspiration...perhaps I should finally make matching soulmate outfits. Oh, wouldn't that be romantic? I can get Hikaru to model with you!"

Miyako winces. "I don't know, Mrs. Hitachiin. I've never modeled before-"

"Hikaru can teach you! He used to model for me all the time when he was little. He made such a cute little girl…"

Miyako perks up. "So, hypothetically," she starts, leaning forward. "If I agreed to this whole modelling gig, we'd spend a lot of time together."

By the look in her eyes, Miyako's sure that Yuzuha has caught on, but the woman plays along anyways. "My creations take time to perfect, after all."

"And I'm sure you'd have enough time to show me a few pictures of cute little Hikaru and Kaoru dressed up?"

A beautiful, deceptively gentle smile blooms on Yuzuha's lips. "Why, of course!"

"Then we have a deal, Mrs. Hitachiin."

The woman giggles, swatting at her with her designer fan. "Please, just call me Yuzuha."

"I can't believe you," Hikaru says to her for the seventeenth time. Miyako, dressed in a sleek white sequin dress that looks half-decent on her (not that he'd ever admit it), shoots him a glare and grinds her high heel into his foot. He winces.

"You know, for all the practice you had with modelling when you were a kid, you really don't have any grit, do you?" Though her words are biting, the playful glint in her eyes belies her true intention.

"Tell that to me when you're the one wearing a goddamn suit in this weather," he shoots back, sending a pointed glare at her dress before returning to his previous occupation—glaring at the sky while his mother fusses over their outfits.

"Well, on the bright side, this is practice for when you two marry!" Yuzuha comments cheerfully, still messing with the ruffles on Miyako's dress. She completely misses (or chooses to ignore—Hikaru's never sure about anything when it comes to his mother) the uncomfortable glances that Miyako and Hikaru share before they hastily glance away.

The sun is blistering and Hikaru is both cranky and tired. Had it not been for Miyako, who punctures the humid and uncomfortable atmosphere with her sharp verbal jabs and occasional thoughtful musings, he would've gone mad. They're in the middle of a good-natured squabble about whether or not water can be considered "wet" when Miyako glances at the sun and turns to his mother.

"Yuzuha, not that Hikaru and I don't appreciate this, but can we please do this inside?" she tries. It's a valiant effort, but his mother is as stubborn as he is.

"Nonsense! My next fashion show will be outdoors, so I need to be in the environment in which this outfit's going to be worn."

Immediately, the two soulmates exchange suffering glances.

It's going to take awhile.

"Happy birthday, princess!"

"You know, if you're going to be this extravagant about things, then I'm going to feel really bad for not doing anything for you this year," Miyako says, torn between amusement and embarrassment when her soulmate plops a giant teddy bear into her hands in the middle of the hallway. People are whispering. Kaoru is smirking. Even Haruhi—dear, angelic Haruhi—gives her an encouraging smile.

"You only knew me for like, a month," Hikaru dismisses, throwing a handful of sparkles at her.

"Are you sure you're not using me as an excuse to carry out another one of your crazy antics?" she deadpans. "Just promise to leave our hair out of it."

"You think so little of me, beautiful."

Miyako quirks an eyebrow. "Treat me like one of your customers and I'm abandoning you to Yuzuha's latest crossdressing project, asshole."

Hikaru snickers. "I thought girls liked being treated like a princess?"

"You're mistaken, Hikaru," Miyako chides, his name rolling off her tongue easily. "I'm not a princess. I'm a queen."

"Oh, pardon me, your majesty. This peasant will repent for his actions."

She laughs, tousling her hair. "He'd better."