“Oh dear, oh dear… now what might this be, I wonder? Something from a secret admirer?” Hakuba flipped the invitation over in his hands, letting his fingerpads memorize the texture of the paper, the feel of the ink, the embossed leafing. He then turned to the bouquet, brows creasing though his smile betrayed his amusement. “Ouran Academy… Well, then, perhaps I ought to drop by. It’s only the polite thing to do, after all."