Sakura.

Cherry blossoms in Japan are a way of life, and it’s no different among rich people as well. But Mother, I have come to learn that rich people, have a way of celebrating the blossoms that is quite different than the rest of us normal people. I serve tea to our customers admiring the rather beautiful look of the Sakura petals. They say, that Sakura falls at 5 centimeters per second. Considering the math that would be involved with that, I bet it is somewhat true, but it seems to me, that they fall much slower than that, or maybe it’s the fact that they fall in a such a graceful style that they seem to fall slower.

I look over my shoulder to see Kyoya and Tamaki-sempai watching me as I take in the petals falling all around me. I wish they wouldn’t look at me, it makes me feel like I’m a prisoner and they are looking through the peephole to make sure I’m not going to do anything stupid. It is with these thoughts in my mind that I tell you the tale of Cherry Blossom viewing as a member of the Host Club.