"Haruhi, can I ask you a question?" Tamaki asked the girl sitting on a couch in the 3rd music room. They had just finished hosting and something randomly came to Tamaki's mind whilst hosting. Though it was very irrelevant to his hosting, it seemed to have walked its way into his mind. He wanted to push it out before he had no other chance.
"Yes?" Haruhi's heart started to race, was he going to ask her out? She started blushing and looked down at her hands. Crap! Why? WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN?
"Okay, how come when Renge first came, and your contact came out; you know how I held your face?"
"Yep…" Haruhi muttered.
"Well, you didn't blush then! But recently, when we were talking (chap 63 I think), you did blush! And I only held your face with one hand! You blushed then but I don't understand why!"
"I don't know…" Haruhi wanted him to change the subject. Back then, her heart didn't race at extreme speeds whilst with the lusciously handsome host.
"Let's test this." Tamaki sat down next to her. He put one hand softly on her cheek. She automatically blushed.
"Ah, you're blushing again! Hmm… I wonder… let's see how red you get!"
"I don't like this test."
Tamaki moved his hand to the back of Haruhi's head, making her blush even more. He moved closer so their faces were an inch away.
"Damn, you're like a tomato." He said, smiling.
He moved closer and kissed her. When he drew away, she was as red as blood.
"Holy crap! You're blushing like hell, Haruhi! Are you sick?" Tamaki wailed.
"No… This test was weird. I'm out of here." She stood up and left Tamaki smiling.
Hee-hee… So she blushes when she's around me, eh? CONFIDENCE BOOST!!!! SELF ESTEME BOOST!!!! KYAAAHH!!!!!
END.
Note: Yeah, okay, short, pointless fic. Heehee. Reviews are appreciated! I promise to love you forever and help take care of the baby.
~Mhia.