Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club and all of the lovely characters belong to Bisco Hatori, not me. I wish ;(
(A/N: Hello~ Welcome to this short Valentine's Day Ouran fic! The day of love is coming up, yay! My first fanfiction ever written down, but 2nd submitted. Enjoy~)
I can usually hold out for a while when he does it. I don't budge the first time he asks. I'm twitching when he adds the trademark whine. By the sobbing, I'm still standing. But as soon as he moistens his violet eyes and adds a quivering lower lip, I lose my footing. This was no exception.
Tamaki-senpai was standing in my apartment's doorway, complete with a dozen red roses and a large heart-shaped box. He was clad in a glossy maroon blazer, sleek matte gold slacks, a blank black t-shirt, and European-looking sunglasses perched on the crown of his head. After denying his request to leave extra studying to go on a "Daddy-Daughter Love-Love Date," I was burdened with the consequences. The inevitable, patented Puppy-Dog Eyes had swayed me off track.
"Well…" I started.
"Oh, Haruhiiii~!" He swiftly set down the gifts and grabbed both my hands in his own, continuing, "I knew you'd agree! I just knew it! So, I found the most perfect lo—"
"Hey! I never said yes," I interrupted.
Seeing his crestfallen face, I sighed and made a rash decision. "Here, let go of me," He immediately obeyed, so I added, "Good. Now, get your things and come in. You can sit in here while I go change. After all, it's pretty cold out there." In an extremely Tamaki way, he lit up like one of those Christmas Trees and opened his mouth to start yapping again. Too bad I had already run to my bedroom to avoid the exaggerated conversation. "I'll just be a sec!" I half-shouted from my doorway.
After closing the door—with a weak sigh—I shuffled over to my closet and absentmindedly pulled out an already coordinated outfit (courtesy of Dad) off the hanging rack. I quickly undressed and pulled on the girlish—yet practical—clothing, then blankly stared into the long mirror on the closet door. A short, red, plaid skirt, a matching scarf, long black leggings, a black, long-sleeved shirt with a simple white heart on the upper left side of the chest, white flats with black bows on the area covering the toes, and a big white winter coat. Well, I thought to myself, there's no going back now. I opened the door slowly and walked out into the hall.
I found myself unexpectedly smiling—warmly, if you can imagine—at the sight before me: my spastic, spontaneous senpai calmly kneeling in front of my mother's shrine. He didn't seem to notice my arrival, judging by the closed eyes and serene expression. Towards what was most likely the end of his telepathic conversation, he uttered, "Thank you, Fujioka-san. Don't worry; I'll be sure to protect her…"
"Protect me from what, exactly?"
His head snapped up and a fierce red color crossed his cheeks. "H-haruhi! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"No…It's okay," I smiled. "I'm sure she appreciated it. And…" I looked him the eyes, "And I do too. Though I don't think I need it, it's awfully nice of you to look after me."
"Haruhi…"
"So, shall we head out?"
(A/N: Oh my gosh this is so short. D: Sorry about that. Well this is just a start. Should I continue? Please R&R~)