"Kaoru, y-you'd...better let the poor guy be," Hikaru gasped, still very much out of breath. "He...isn't Kyouya, and I...think he's got major personal...space issues." If this guy was the Ootori of the Future, he would've recognized them. Even people who wanted nothing to do with the absolutely insane kids they'd spent high school with didn't usually forget a pair of identical twins in a hurry. Kyouya was Mr. I-Keep-Track-Of-Everything-That-Happens-On-This-Campus-In-Freaky-Detail himself. No way someone(s) he'd spent every single day with for his entire time in Ouran's high school section (unless Tamaki tried to disband the Host Club or do something equally idiotic again in the near future) would just go unnoticed like that. The weird, glittery person in front of them was just an unfortunate look- and sound-alike. He was no Ootori Kyouya.

After a several deep breaths and a lot of willpower, Hikaru finally managed to calm himself down to the point where he was actually semi-coherent, though a few snickers escaped here and there. But...really. Glitter. Purple glitter. If this wasn't one of Kaoru's best moments (to which he was a willing accomplice!), he didn't know what was. "We really are sorry about that. Kaoru didn't mean it, I swear. I'm Hikaru. Pleased to...uh...meet you?"