I own absolutely nothing of the Ouran High School Host Club Franchise. I just write silly, little love stories. Here's Umehito and Maaya's.
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The Day Before: Excuses Excuses
9:03 PM; Ootori Residence
Maaya
I told Haruhi I could pull it off.
"What are you doing?"
The full cup slipped from my hands into the swamp of blankets below. I was sure the thermometer fell somewhere with it. I jumped up with a start. I felt a shallow burn creep across my knee, but I couldn't drag my eyes away from his to survey the damage.
He was smirking again. I felt my eyebrows scrunch together in distaste at the sight. I saw him take in the room before advancing towards me. A damp washcloth lay abandoned in the icy bowl at my nightstand. My thermometer, previously cooling from the scorching temperature of my tea, sat inches from his socked feet. The broken mug was in shatters. And I was trapped in a soggy bundle of heated coverlets.
"Fuyumi told me you were ill?" Kyoya hummed. The curve of his smile only grew the longer I stood in silence. I huffed.
"I am." I was proud of the certainty in my voice. My head tilted only the tiniest bit, glancing up between my eyelashes, and hoping for the best. If it didn't mean too much, he wouldn't bother with it. That's how he always was. That's why we got along.
He placed his palm above my brow. I felt myself begin to sweat as I dug my toes into the squelchy grooves of the covers. There were at least twenty of them. Fuyumi must have known I wouldn't use all of these, but that didn't stop her from coddling.
"Well, you look simply awful." He spoke plainly, transferring his touch to my cheek. He pinched the skin tight. I peered up with a glare.
"I'm not going, Kyoya." My tone was convincing even to me. He said nothing in response, just merely raised a brow.