Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an insta...
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Haruhi paused for a moment, Saiki dropped a few beats of sweat, Let him off the hook, he sent a wave of telepathy towards him. Let him off the hook, but Haruhi moved those thoughts out of her head, with her louder thoughts.
"Saiki-Senpai,"
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Her eyes flashed, She wouldn't really, Saiki tried to convince himself. She isn't that cold-blooded... it wasn't really helping.
"You-Saiki-Senpai, will now work, for the Host Club to clear my debt!"
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She would
"Wow, that happened to Haru-chan too!"
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"Oh, Little Helper!" Tamaki chimed a bell as he had ladies gathered up in his arms, the small gold and silver bell quickly got on his nerves, but if he wanted to get out of the club, without manipulation (like his mother asked) he would have to (like a normal person) work off his debt.
"Coming..." Saiki grumbled, "Plus I'm in your year, I'm not 'Little' anything when it comes to you and me," Saiki said with a snarky tone of annoyance.
