AN: Hey guys! I always loved this pairing, it just made so much sense to me. I'm new to writing fanfics so please please please review and tell me what you think. I haven't decided whether I am going to continue this a prologue for the story idea that I have or just leave it as a one-shot. If you want me to continue review and tell me. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, s'not mine
Morinozuka Takashi was weak. Despite the years he dedicated to kendo, he was weak, and it was all her fault: Fujioka Haruhi.
The cross-dressing commoner had wormed her way into his heart. What was it about her that drew him in? Was it the silky chestnut hair that framed her delicate face? Was it the way her large topaz eyes sparkled up at him disarmingly? Her understanding nature and simplicity? Maybe it the way his name fell off her lips, seemingly on impulse, as Tamaki and the twins fawned over her? Perhaps it was her ability to see everything as it truly was. She had seen through each host club persona to the people they truly were. She saw through Mitskuni's false innocence, Kyoya's cold indifference, Tamaki's princely charm, Hikaru and Kaoru's arrogance… and even him. She understood him perfectly without him ever having to say a word.
The natural type had poked holes in the walls around his heart. She was making him feel. Feelings turned to love. Love made you worry. Worry made you feel helpless. Helplessness made you feel weak. Morinozuka Takashi did not like feeling weak.
Still, his eyes stayed glued to the natural type as she hosted, drawn to the genuine laughter spilling from her mouth like waves crashing on the sand. 'Beautiful,' he thought, as he watched her ensnare her designators with her effortless charm and grace.
Takashi watched Haruhi for the rest of the day, his carefully manufactured stoic expression settled on his face. At closing time, she gathered her books and slid them into her fraying shoulder bag, a hideous thing really. She said goodbye to the other hosts and made her way to the door. 'She forgot about me,' he thought, melancholy beginning to make his body heavy. Then she turned in his direction, the sweetest smile on her lips, those large topaz eyes twinkling at him from across the room.
A flash of heat tore through his body, settling in his cheeks, burning the tips of his ears and waking up the butterflies that have occupied his body since that fateful first day- the fluttering in his abdomen creating a pleasant sensation. Euphoria settled in, spreading quickly, as he tried and failed to stop his reaction to his wonderfully common girl. He couldn't find it in himself to care as he smiled back, an almost imperceptible twitch of the lips. 'Maybe being weak isn't so bad after all,' he thought as she slipped from the room.