AN: My first time writing for OHSHC, but there's a serious lack of crossovers with Bleach, and I just needed some in my life, so I started writing my own. Possibly a flashfic, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I hope you enjoy it!

'This is ridiculous,' was Kurosaki Ichigo's first thought as he stood outside the gates of his new school. The gigantic, palatial school was a far cry from Karakura High, which Ichigo was missing desperately right now. He wasn't even entirely sure how he'd ended up here; Ryūken-jisan had arranged everything, for reasons he hadn't fully explained. Ichigo thought that maybe even Ishida didn't understand why his father had chosen Ouran, of all places, for the Karakura teens to complete their last year of high school.

"It's so pretty!" Next to him, Inoue Orihime's wide grey eyes were bright with wonder and excitement. Ichigo side-eyed the girl, in her new yellow uniform gown, marveling once again at her ability to be so upbeat about basically everything.

Ishida Uryū, standing on Inoue's other side, sniffed and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "It's a playground for the children of the upper echelons of Japanese society. What Ryūken was thinking to send us here…" He trailed off into unimpressed mutters. Ichigo snorted. Ishida was just being stubborn; Ryūken-jisan wasn't nearly as bad as Ishida continued to make out.

Inoue nudged the bespectacled Quincy playfully. "Don't be mean, Ishida-kun! It was really nice of Ishida-sensei to get us in here." There was the tiniest hint of reproach in her voice.

A dull red tint crept up Ishida's pale neck. Ichigo winced in commiseration, even as he held back a laugh. Being scolded by Inoue, of all people – it had to sting.

"We should get moving." That was Chad, who until then had been standing silently to Ichigo's right. "We still have to find our classroom." The school had already provided them with timetables and such, via Ryūken. Literally everything had been set up for them; all they had to do was show up.

Ichigo nodded. "Let's go then." He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his new uniform (a suit, although not too different from the Karakura one really) and set off for the grand entrance of Ouran High School, his friends falling into place at his sides.

Ichigo felt like slamming his head into a wall. How big was this damn place? He had less trouble navigating Seireitei, for fucks sake.

It had been a complete coincidence, Ichigo getting separated from his friends. A gaggle of giggling girls had swarmed the hallway while the four of them were trying to find a quiet place to sit and eat their lunch; they'd all quickly jumped out of their path – and out of each other's sight. Ichigo didn't know how they'd managed to lose each other so quickly in a hallway of all places, but they had, and now he was lost as well as alone.

Oh well. The others couldn't have been carried too far off by the crowd; all Ichigo had to do was follow their reiatsu. Terrible as he was at reiatsu-sensing, there was no way he could ever miss his friends' signatures, especially in such a normal place as Ouran. If he could feel them in Soul Society and in Karakura Town, he could definitely feel them here.

Ichigo wandered lazily through the school, heading for the closest reiatsu signature – Inoue? – and ignoring the curious looks he was receiving from the other students. Though he did wonder why she was going upstairs. Maybe to find someplace for them to eat? It did feel like Chad and Ishida were headed her way as well.

So lost in thought as he meandered his way through his new friggin palace of a high school, Ichigo didn't even realize that there was someone in front of him until he'd knocked them over. A grunt escaped the small, non-uniformed figure as they hit the ground.

"Shit!" Ichigo immediately knelt down, steadying the person as they went to sit up. "Whoa, whoa, wait a sec, okay? Go slow."

He winced despite himself when large, bespectacled brown eyes met his own, and he realized that he had just run down a girl.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ichigo asked, one arm still supportively hovering behind the younger girl's back. "Did you hit your head or anything?"

The girl shook her head, dark brown hair flopping around her face as her hoodie fell back. "I'm fine, it was just a shock, that's all."

Guiltily relieved, Ichigo stood up, holding a hand out for the girl to take. He pulled her to her feet, noting how easy it was; she was almost as light as Yuzu. "I'm really sorry about that." He said, dropping her hand and sheepishly running his own through his hair. "I wasn't watching where I was walking."

She waved a dismissive hand at him, smiling slightly. "Don't worry about it, I wasn't paying attention either."

"Right." Ichigo hovered awkwardly for a moment. "If you're sure you're alright…" He turned to go, already trying to figure out where his friend's reiatsu signatures had moved to.

"Wait!" A small hand grabbed ahold of his sleeve.

Surprised, Ichigo looked down at the blushing girl. She quickly let go of his sleeve, taking a step back to gain some space between them. "I, uh, are you here on scholarship too?" She asked, big brown eyes curious behind her thick glasses.

"Huh? No, not on scholarship," Ichigo said, finally realizing why the girl wasn't in uniform; she probably couldn't afford it. He had heard that Ouran granted one 'commoner' student a full ride every year. "My uncle pulled some strings to get me and my friends in here for our last year. Something about a different environment from normal high school."

The girl snorted. "But you, and your friends too, I guess, you're all commoners as well?"

"If by commoners you mean we're not rich as fuck, then yeah, I guess."

She sighed. "Thank god. I thought I was the only normal person in this this place."

It was Ichigo's turn to snort. He hadn't actually talked to any of the other students here, but they did seem to have an abnormal sort of flair to them. "I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, third year transfer. Nice to meet you."

The girl smiled slightly, brushing her hands down her baggy pant legs before she offered one for Ichigo to shake. "Fujioka Haruhi, first year scholarship student. Nice to meet you too."

AN: Please let me know what you thought, and if it's worth continuing :). I already have a second chapter in the works, but no promises about an update schedule, I'm terrible at keeping to them, I'm sorry.

- Kelly