tamaki x haruhi
the world stops for no one
Still, as her pen went scratchscratchscratch on her paper and the instructor went talktalktalk for what felt like hours on end, still her mind was occupied by Tamaki, Tamaki, Tamaki.
It was insane. It didn't seem to Haruhi that the hyperactive blonde even did anything that appealed to her. But it wasn't as though she hated anything he did.
Maybe it was how he was there for her, if not all the time then when it was important. How he hopelessly attempted to make her happy all day, only to succeed once or twice. Most of the time he was just tiresome, but he always had good intentions.
Did she love him? Well – what else did his endless presence in her thoughts mean? Haruhi sighed, rubbing her forehead. In that case – how much did she love him? She could stand to be away from him for a while, a month at most, but then she got restless and tired of the lack of his loud presence.
They met completely by chance – but his impact on her life would last for a long time. Tamaki and every other member of the host club would remain in her memory… probably for life. That is to say, now that the host club had appeared in her life, things wouldn't be the same.
I'm giving up on notes today, Haruhi decided, stretching her arms out in front of her. This is ridiculous. She sighed again, and noticed Hikaru looking over at her in the corner of her eye.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her in a low whisper, smirking. "You seem a bit melancholy."
She shook her head. "After school," she answered in the same low tone. Hikaru nodded once and returned to his notes. Haruhi sighed a third time and resorted to resting her head on her arms and staring out the window. Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous, went her thoughts, as Tamaki's latest antics replayed themselves in her head of their own accord.
Later, in the clubroom, Tamaki was seducing clients across the room while Haruhi simply chatted with a few, enjoying some tea and the simple routineness of this activity. The other hosts, of course, were off doing their thing, but Hikaru and Kaoru somehow found their way over to Haruhi at her table and interjected into their conversation.
"So, Haruhi, what was on your mind during class today? You looked rather lovesick…" the twins said in unison, grinning down at her. The girls across from Haruhi squealed and went off with the kind of comments Haruhi learned to ignore in her time with the host club.
"I wasn't." she answered them simply. "I'm just tired. I haven't been getting much sleep lately."
"Why could that be?" they prodded further.
"No particular reason."
"Well, our lord has been vying for your attention a lot lately, hasn't he?" Hikaru asked.
"What of it? He is always doing that." Haruhi answered flatly. Could they be direct about it, already?
"Haruhi--" they started, "You were thinking about our lord, weren't you?" At this, the girls who had gone silent started up once again. Haruhi stared up at the twins, a look that said, you're sharp. She sighed and took a drink of tea, ignoring them and the squealing girls for a moment. She was sure the brothers understood.
But even so, as they went on with this simplicity and this consistent behavior, she couldn't see herself going out of her way to change it. She liked things this way. So Tamaki would continue parading around in her thoughts, and parading around outside of them, and the world would continue spinning.
author's notes: Haruhi, being the practical child she is, is quite difficult to write 'in love.' I tried my best:)
This is the first in a few pointless-fluffy Ouran drabbles I've been wanting to write lately. Ouran is absolutely one of my favorite
anime of all time, and I thought it was about time I wrote something for it, but I can't seem to formulate a long-winded plot (or even something that's two to three chapters). So I resort to this :) Oh well, at least I'm writing something. XD Please, if you like this, leave a review :) A review will make my day.