Chapter 3
It was two week since. Kasanoda and Haruhi hadn't talked about that day. But they both thought about it.
Haruhi dreamt about it. Kasanoda day dreamed about it. They saw each other once in a while in the halls at the music room, but there was no conversation about it.
Haruhi would sit there in classes and graze her fingers across her face and lips and pictures Kasanoda didn't it. Her skin tingled at the idea.
He would find himself in the last stall in the bathroom, with the door locked and think about her and what she would feel like.
Haruhi couldn't help but look for him everywhere. During the host club hours, her head snapped at the door whenever someone came in.
What she didn't know was Kasanoda would normally stand right outside the door and try to gather the courage to walk through the double doors.
This day, he changed his mind. He swallowed all his fear and stood outside of the door. And today would be the day they talked about this. He opened the door and it slid open smoothly.
The music room was bustling with girls cheering of the various hosts.
Kyoya was standing by the door ready to take the requests, and making notes in his book. He barely looked up as Kasanoda walked in.
"Fujioka." Kasanoda stated. Without a second thought Kyoya skimmed the room.
"Haruhi." Kyoya called. Her head poked out of the store room. Her heart began to beat in her chest with she saw him. She looked at the store room once more, took a deep breath and walked over to him.
She smiled a big host smile and gestured to an empty couch. She hoped no one was looking, seeing her flushed and awkward.
"How about a walk?" he suggested. Haruhi looked over at Kyoya, who only nodded. Kasanoda opened the door. There was a following of squeals from everyone who was watching.
They walked in awkward silence to the gardens.
"Oh, um." He said abruptly, handing her a bag. "You left your clothes." He explained.
"Oh, thank you." She said taking the bag. She took a quick peak inside the paper parcel. Her clothes had been washed and folding nicely. Her bra was on the bottom, but she could see the strap. She became more embarrassed.
The garden was in full bloom. The roses filled the air with a delicious sent. Standing alone in such a beautiful area melted the stress, they both could feel the tension disperse.
"I…" they both said at the same time.
"You go ahead." Kasanoda said.
"No, you go ahead." Haruhi insisted.
"Ok." He swallowed. He looked at her, then looked away and back to her. He wanted to confess, tell her everything he felt and was feeling and end it was a passionate kiss; but what came out was: "how's your leg." he asked, dodging his own mind.
"Oh, it's fine." Haruhi said flexing her leg. "Still hurts is I walk or stand too much, but it's fine really."
"Oh, walking." Kasanoda said smacking himself. "Let's sit." He suggested to the stone bench. Haruhi happily took the chance.
It was a smaller bench so they had to sit close to each other. Haruhi pulled the hair tie for her hair and shook out the weight.
Kasanoda's breath hitched in his throat. She looked so beautiful. Without realizing it he brushed a strand of hair from her face. The blush filled her cheeks.
"Casa…" she breathed. She started to lean up as he started to lean down.
"I wanted to apologize for kissing you?" Kasanoda said.
"What?" Haruhi asked snapping back to real life.
Completed.
Disclaimer: This is fan made. It's is not an official continuous of the anime known as Ouran High School Host Club.
I've only seen the anime, I have not read the manga's but I love the anime. I hope you like it. I do apologize for any and all spelling and grammatical error, I don't have a beta so this isn't at its peak.
I know this chapter is short, but I left a pretty good Cliff hanger.
Pretty please R&R
-Counting Down the Days-