I continued to stare at them, my chest tightening as I watch Haruhi talk to Tamaki as she packed up.
"You guys are...dating?" I finally choked out. "For how long?"
They both halted their conversation and looked over at me. They noticed the surprised expression on my face, but I was lucky enough that they didn't notice the sadness in my eyes.
"For about a couple months." Haruhi answered. "We started officially dating over the summer."
I just sat there quietly, trying to process all this. They were dating before Haruhi and I began our tutoring session, but when I went over to visit the host club with her it seemed like she was highly annoyed of him and wouldn't date him if he was the last person on earth...but that wasn't true.
Haruhi zipped up her bag and smiled at Tamaki. "Alright, I'm ready."
Tamaki smiled back at her brightly. "Great, let's get going. A car is waiting for us outside."
I just remained in my seat as I leaned my head sadly in my hand, fiddling with my pencil in my other hand. As soon as they began to leave Haruhi stopped.
"Oh hold on." She turned to me with a smile. "Hikaru, what were you going to ask me?"
I looked up at her as I stopped fiddling with my pencil. "Hmm?"
"You were going to ask me something before Tamaki senpai came over. What was it?"
I looked away from her. "It's nothing."
Haruhi's expression turned confused as I began packing up. "Are you sure. It sounded important."
"Like I said," I zipped up my bag, "it's nothing."
"Hikaru-"
"Just fucking drop it okay!" I snapped, catching Haruhi off guard. "It wasn't important so stop pestering me about it!"
"Hey!" Tamaki growled. "Don't you dare speak to Haruhi that way!"
I just glared at Tamaki in response. I would've retaliated back, but all I just wanted to do was go home. I grabbed my bag and began storming towards the exit.
"Enjoy your fucking date!" I hissed as I stormed passed them.
"Hikaru?!" Haruhi called out as she tried to catch up with me. "Wait!" She grabbed my arm, causing me to stop but I didn't even bother looking at her. I hated that I still loved her touch, but I couldn't help it. It made my chest hurt.
"Really Hikaru, what's wrong? Please tell me."
I just looked over my shoulder with morose eyes. I didn't want to hurt her. I loved her, but I just couldn't stay here any longer. I just wanted to get away from them as fast as I could.
I looked away from her, my bangs hiding my eyes. "Don't fucking touch me…" I grumbled sadly, causing her to slowly release my arm.
Haruhi just watched sadly as I left the library. I hated myself for treated her like that. I just wanted to fucking hit myself for doing that to her...and seeing her face after I yelled at her...it churned my gut.
I finally made it to my car and got in, throwing my bag to the passenger seat before turning the ignition on, but instead of driving away I just sat there. All the emotions of what just happened finally start to become to powerful for me to hold back anymore. I grinded my teeth as I clenched my steering wheel, turning my knuckles white.
"Fuck!" I screamed, hitting the steering wheel multiple times as I continued to scream. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I laid my head down on it, feeling the tears that I've been holding back finally peek through and began trailing down my face. Is this what rejection felt like? I know she didn't technically reject me, but I had a feeling this was a very similar feeling to it. I was starting to pitty all the girls I harshly rejected now. I didn't know it felt so painful. It felt like it was even more painful than anything mom has ever done to me. Even when she stabbed me last year…
My phone began vibrating multiple times in my pocket. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I pulled out my phone, seeing loads of text messages and missed calls from Kaoru filling up my lock screen.
Hikaru! The internet shut off at the hotel! Please just take my word for it and don't confess!
Hikaru please respond to me! I don't want you to get hurt!
Fucking answer me! Damn it Hikaru please!
She's dating Tamaki! Please don't confess I don't want you to be hurt!
I just scrolled through the rest of the messages, not bothering to read them or listening to the voicemails he left. He must've sent all these when our Skype call suddenly ended. The internet must've just gotten back up. I really wanted to call him right now and just let out everything, but I knew he was probably busy so there was no worth trying.
I leaned my head on the head rest. I really wish he was home right now. I just needed someone right now...but a big portion of me was glad that Kaoru was still in New York. So he wouldn't have to deal with all the problems happening at home.
I wiped the remainder of my tears with my jacket sleeve before putting the car in drive and began driving home.
I pulled up to my house and parked. I sighed and turned off the ignition before laying my head on the headset. I could still hear the vibrations of my phone in the cup holder as Kaoru's messages and calls were still coming through. I picked up my phone when it finally stopped vibrating and saw that I had over 200 messages and 100 missed calls and voicemails. I just scrolled through them all, scanning the text messages and not bothering to listen to the voicemails.
I cleared all the messages from my lock screen and stared at my lock screen photo. My heart began to hurt again. It used to just be a photo of Kaoru and me on our family vacation to Hawaii a couple months ago on the beach. We were both sitting on towels while Kaoru took the photo, smiling big while I just gave a half smile, but now I added another photo to it. I made a collage with the Hawaii photo and a photo of Haruhi and me.
A girl in our class wanted to take a photo of us for the yearbook and snapped one of us during lunch. Haruhi smiled sweetly sitting close to me as I glared at the camera. When the girl showed us the photo I actually like it. So after school I caught up with her and asked her to send it to me.
I felt like I need to change my lock screen back to what it was before, but I just couldn't get myself to do it...not yet anyways. I took my keys and grabbed my bag before exiting the car and made my way over to the front door. As I entered the house the smell of smoke immediately hit my nose and my eyes widened in panic. Was there a fire?!
I dropped my bag and ran towards the kitchen which the smell seemed to come from. I scanned the kitchen, but didn't see anything that was on fire, but it reeked of smoke in here. I checked all the electric appliances to see if I could find what was causing the smell. Then after I check the stove I noticed something out of the corner of my eye outside out the window. I walked over to it and looked to the backyard. I instantly grew pale at what I saw.
"No!"
I ran to the back door and yanked it open. "Mom?! What are you doing?!"
Mom was standing in the middle of the yard in front of the fire pit that was lit with flames almost as tall as her waist. She ignored my question and picked up a shirt from the pile of dad's belongs and threw it into the fire before grabbing a can of gasoline and spraying it over the shirt to make it burn quicker.
I just watched in horror as my dad's shirt immediately turned into ash before my eyes. Why was she burning dad's belongings? Even when she's drunk she wouldn't touch them. We always kept a couple of boxes of his items to have reminders of him...and just in case he came back.
As she picked up another shirt I quickly ran over to her and grabbed the shirt, trying to yank it out of her grip.
"Mom stop!" I begged. "Why are you doing this?!"
"Your fucking dead beat of a father isn't ever going to come back!" She drunkenly growled. "There's no use for keeping his shit lying around!"
"Please mom," I continued to beg as I yanked on the shirt harder, "this is the only thing we have left of him!"
"Let go of the fucking shirt Hikaru!" Mom warned through gritted teeth.
"You're going to regret this if you-"
"I said fucking let go!"
She then swung a punch, striking me in the left cheek. The punch was powerful enough that it cause me to fall on the ground with a thud, letting go of the shirt. I put my hand on my cheek as I watched her throw the shirt into the fire.
"Fuck mom…" I whispered horrified as I watched the shirt burn.
Mom glare turned back to me. "What the fuck did you just say to me?!"
I gulped as she started marching towards me. I began crawling back as fast as I could to get away, but met with a dead end as my back hit the fence. I looked at mom petrified as she marched to me. Her glare hardening as she towered over me.
"What did I tell you about cursing in this house?!" She hissed.
"I'm-I'm sorry mom. It jus-just slipped out." I gulped again when I noticed her grip tightening on the gasoline can that was still in her hand. I looked back up at her. "It won't happen again. I-I promise."
"You just don't know when to behave yourself. No matter how hard I try to be a great mother you never appreciate it!"
She grabbed the gasoline can with both hands and began spraying gasoline on me. I held up my arms so it wouldn't hit my face.
"Mom stop!" I pleaded. "I'm sorry!"
She dropped the can on the floor. "Maybe this will made you learn to finally respect your loving mother!"
I looked passed my arms and grew even more petrified when I saw her take out a lighter and flicked it open. My eyes immediately went to the flame.
I moved as close to the fence as I could to try to get further away from her. "Mom I'm sorry! I really am! I promise I'll be a better son!"
Mom just stared down at me as I trembled down by her feet. Tears running down my face from fear as I was almost to the point of hyperventilating. After a few slow seconds of terrifying silence mom finally closed the lighter.
"Don't you dare try to stop me from doing anything again or I won't hesitate to burn your ass! Do you understand?!"
I quickly nodded my head, too terrified to produce any words. She threw the lighter at me, causing me to gasp as it hit my chest and I threw it as far away from me as possible. Mom then went back over to the fire pit and I just watched sadly as she began throwing the rest of dad's items in the fire. My heart breaking even more as I watched the items turn into ash.
After all the items were gone mom returned back inside the house. When I saw through the window that she went up the stairs I got up and ran over to the hose, taking my gasoline covered jacket off along the way. I grabbed the hose and turned on the water before making my way over to the fire pit, extinguishing the flames. Once the flames were gone I dropped the hose and made my way over to the fire pit to see if anything survived. I dug through the ash, not caring if it was burning me.
"Come on, come on," I pleaded, "please let there be a least one thing."
After digging for about five minutes I was about to give up hope until I noticed a small portion of what looked like a sliver chain peeking out from under the ash. I grabbed it and pulled it out, seeing that it was dad's old pocket watch. I held it in my hand as I leaned away from the fire pit as I sat on my knees.
My thumb traced over the H engraved on the front that stood for our last name. The silver around the watch was singed but other than that the watch looked fine. I pressed the button at the top, opening the watch. I stared at the face of the watch with sad eyes. It was a family picture of us when Kaoru and I were kids with our parents in France in front of the Eiffel Tower. When mom and dad had a business trip in London dad found a watch shop and asked them to make a custom pocket watch. I remember how excited Kaoru and I were when they finally came home and he showed us the watch. He used to bring this with him every time he went on business trips...so whenever he missed us he could just look at the watch...which he told us he did a lot…
I sighed and put the watch in my pants pocket before standing up. I then grabbed my jacket before heading inside. I grabbed my bag that was still at the front door and made my way up to my room. I closed the door quietly so I wouldn't disturb mom. I then took the pocket watch out of my pocket and hooked it inside my school bag, so it would be safe.
I sniffed my shirt and groaned, I reeked of gasoline. I really didn't want to do laundry today, but I guess I had no choice now. I grabbed black sweats from my dresser before heading to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and made my way over to the mirror as I waited for the water to heat up. I looked at my cheek that mom punched and saw a large red mark was starting to form. Damn it, it'll definitely going to form into a bruise. I really didn't want Haruhi questioning it on Monday.
I sighed before stripping off my clothes and headed into the shower. The warm water hit my body instantly. I was wishing that it would help get rid of some of the stress built up from today but it didn't help anything at all. I moved my bangs out of my face, letting the water hit my face. Today was a shitty day. I woke up with such high hopes that my confession would go so well and I might have had my first real girlfriend if the date went well...but after seeing the way she looked at Tamaki and hearing that they were dating broke me. Then everything that just happened with mom...everything was just too much.
I leaned my head on the glass door, feeling more tears fall from my eyes, mixing with the water from the shower that was already on my face. I've cried more these past two months then I had in the past year and a half. I usually masked my sadness with anger, but I couldn't help it today. I hated that I was crying over a girl, but she was the first girl that I've ever truly fell in love with. I knew that on Monday I would most likely snap at her again like I did today, but I really didn't want to. I would ditch on Monday, but I didn't want to risk the school calling mom, especially not after today.
I hummed a groan as I lifted my head up. I lathered my hair and body with soap, trying to get the stench of gasoline off of me. As I was lathering the soap on my body, my hand accidentally brushed over the scar on my left side, causing me to flinch.
I always tried my best to avoid touching my scar, not because it hurt, but because it was a reminder of the night mom stabbed me. The memory was still so vivid that even the slightest touch could cause me to have a panic attack. I've gotten better that it doesn't always happen every time when I touched it, but it would always make me flinch.
I sighed, trying to get the memory out of my head as I continued to wash my body. When the soap was completely gone from my hair and body I turned off the water. I moved my wet bangs out of my face before stepping out of the shower and putting a towel around my waist. I grabbed another towel and began drying my hair. When I moved the towel through my hair I still noticed the slight stench of gasoline. I stopped drying my hair and put my wrist to my nose, groaning when I could still smell the stench of gas. It wasn't as bad as before, but I'll have to take another shower tomorrow morning.
I finished drying off and put on my black sweats before exiting the bathroom. I sat down on my bed and ran a hand through my damp dark hair. I looked over at my phone that was on my nightstand. I stared at it for a bit before picking it up. I unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts until I reached Haruhi's name. I clicked on it, biting my lip as my thumb hover over the call button. I really wanted to talk to her...I just wanted to hear her voice...but I just couldn't bring myself to.
I flopped on my back on my bed, putting my arm over my eyes. The stress of the whole day finally crashing on me. Even though it was only six o'clock I really wanted to go to bed. I was just so exhausted, but before I could even properly get into bed I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I removed my arm from my eyes and looked at my phone, seeing Kaoru was calling me. I was really tempted to just ignore his call...but I really needed to talk to someone right now. I answered his call and put the phone to my ear as I sat up.
"Hey Kaoru…" I greeted tiredly.
"Hikaru, please tell me you got my messages!" Kaoru practically screamed over the phone.
I rubbed my temples, trying to reduce the painful headache that was starting to form. "Yeah, but only about an hour ago."
"Does that mean you confessed to her?" His voice was sad, which was starting to make me feel worse then I did before. "Shit Hikaru, I tried telling you yesterday over Skype but the damn internet shut off in the hotel. I couldn't even call or text you because the fucking service was so bad. Hikaru I'm so fucking sorry."
I could hear that he was almost in tears by the sound of his voice changing, which was causing my eyes to start to tear up again.
"I didn't confess." I said, hearing Kaoru sigh in relief. "I tried to after our tutoring session, but…" I whipped the tears from my eyes before they could fall. "Tamaki came in and kissed her."
Kaoru could hear my voice cracking, even though I tried my best to hide it.
"Hikaru I'm so sorry. I should've just said from the start that they were dating. Then none of this would be happening to you. I was just so happy that you were expanding your world and I didn't want it ruined because of those two dating, but I guess I only made it worse."
"I don't blame you Kaoru, I just…" I began crying, not even trying to hide it anymore. "I just wish you were fucking here right now."
"Hikaru," his voice cracked, "you're going to make me cry even more than I am now. I wish I was there too."
I whipped the tears from my cheeks as more continued to fall down my face. For the next few hours I just talked to Kaoru over the phone, talking about his day so we could try to steer my mind away from Haruhi. We talked almost until dawn, as I started dozing off I ended the call with Kaoru. I hooked up my dying phone to its charger and fell asleep almost immediately when my head hit the pillow.
For the whole weekend I mostly stayed in my room, not getting out of bed. The only time I ever left my room was to cook (which rarely happened because I didn't have an appetite), do laundry, or if mom yelled for me, but other than that I didn't leave my bed. Isao would come in and check up on me, asking if I needed anything, but I would just ignore him until he got the hint and left.
My alarm went off, indicating that it was time to get ready for school. I groaned and placed my pillow over my head, trying my best to tune out the alarm but it was futile. I groaned again but this time with more aggression before slamming my fist on my clock, silencing it.
I stayed in that position for a bit before slowly sitting up. I took in a deep breath as I tiredly rubbed my eyes, wincing as my palm brushed past my left cheek. I lightly placed my hand on my cheek, rubbing it.
The swelling was gone and the bruising was a lot better than it was a couple days ago, but I knew that it'll still be slightly purple today. With a sigh I finally got out of bed. I made my way over to the bathroom and began brushing my teeth. I then went back to my room and got out my uniform and put it on, leaving the few top buttons on my collar of my shirt undone. I then went back to the bathroom and spit out the toothpaste and rinsed out my mouth with water and mouthwash. I then looked at my reflection. Like I thought my cheek was still purple, but only slightly. I looked at my hair, seeing it all tangled from not taking care of it for the past couple of days. I really didn't want to brush it, so I just ran my hands through it until look decent enough for me.
I went back to my room and went over to my leather jacket that was on the floor. I picked it up and sniffed it, a low growl escaped my lips. It still smelled like gasoline. I'll have to drop it off at the dry cleaners on the way to school.
I looked over at my closet, because I wouldn't have my jacket I would have to wear either my school blazer or sweaters. I huffed as I made my way over to my closet, opening it. I took a light blue blazers from a hanger from the far corner next to my other uniform blazers and sweaters.
I just shrugged it on, not even bothering to button it up before I put on my tie, making it loose. I grabbed my jacket from where I left it on the floor and grabbed my bag before leaving my room. I didn't bother getting any breakfast because I still didn't really have an appetite and also I didn't want to be here if mom woke up.
I first stopped by the only dry cleaners that seemed opened this early, putting everything from the pockets of my jacket into my blazer pockets before giving my leather jacket to them. I then got back in my car and made my way to school.
I walked down the hall towards my class. I sighed, half of me really didn't want to see Haruhi today. All I would think about is that I couldn't have her and I knew that my pent up feelings would turn into anger towards her. Even if I didn't want it to, but the other side of me really wanted to see her...because I still loved her…
I let out another sigh as I made my way to my homeroom class. I stopped as I was at the door, staring at Haruhi who was already at her desk. I looked at her with a sad expression. I really just wanted to turn and leave, but I didn't want to get in more trouble than I already was at home. So I took in a deep breath before entering the classroom.
Haruhi looked over at me when I put my bag on my desk. She grew shocked when she saw that I wasn't wearing my leather jacket and was wearing the uniform blazer instead. She bit her lip, I could tell that she was reluctant to greet me after my blow out on Friday, but she decided to try it anyway.
"Good morning Hikaru." She greeted, a small smile touching her lips.
"Yeah, morning." I grumbled as I sat down in my chair, leaning my head in my hand.
"Where's your jacket?"
"At the dry cleaners."
"You look different."
I glared at her. "Well, I'm sorry that I look so fucking disgusting today!" I hissed.
"I meant a good different." She said, making my glare soften. "Yeah, your hair and uniform are a bit mussed, but it looks good."
I could feel my face start to heat up as my heart began pounding in my chest. I just stared at her for a couple seconds, not knowing how to respond to what she said. I really wanted to smile at the fact that she said I looked good, but it was over shadowed by the fact she was in a relationship.
I just turned away from Haruhi, causing her smile to fall, and I laid my head in my arms. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to calm my heart down.
Damn it, this was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. The rest of the day was going to be fucking hell.
Haruhi
The lunch bell rang and all the student began leaving the classroom. Haruhi watched as Hikaru left the room as she grabbed her lunch. He was probably going to get his lunch and meet her in the courtyard like he usually did.
He's been acting weird all morning, but he started acting out after their tutoring session on Friday when Tamaki came over to the library to pick her up for their date. Could he be jealous that he wasn't her only friend? Kaoru brought up that he was a bit possessive about people and things that he liked, maybe that was it. She should ask him about that during lunch and also ask about the bruise on his cheek. Which she was a bit angry about because he didn't contact her if it was his mother who hurt him.
She got up with her lunch and began making her way to the courtyard. She sat where they usually sat and waited for him to show up so they could eat together.
Ten minutes passed and Haruhi was starting to get hungry. She began playing with the cloth that was wrapped around her bento. There was quiet a walk from the cafeteria, but it never took him this long. She pulled out her phone and texted him.
Hey, where are you?
A few seconds later she saw that he read the message. The bubble popped up that he was typing back, but it soon disappeared. Haruhi waited for the bubble to show up again, but it never did.
Her expression fell. Was he really that mad?
Haruhi sighed before standing up and grabbed her bento. She knew that he wasn't coming so there was no point in staying. As Haruhi turned to leave she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She whipped her head around, expecting to see Hikaru coming up from behind her, but when she turned around no one was there.
Haruhi looked around to see who could've made those footsteps. When she couldn't find anything she just sadly shrugged and began walking away. Not noticing a person peeking their head out from behind a corner, staring at her sadly as she walked away.
Hikaru
It was the end of the school day and we were half way through our tutoring session. The session was extremely awkward between the two of us. Just like how it was during our first couple of tutoring sessions. I could tell that Haruhi was upset with me, and I didn't blame her. I really wanted to eat lunch with her, but when I tried approaching her I freaked out and hid before she could see me...like some fucking coward. I cursed at myself for backing out. I felt really bad when I watched her walk away, so I promised myself that I'd try to be as nice as I could to her for the rest of the day.
I finished up my assignment and looked up at Haruhi, who was reading a book waiting for me to finish up. I cleared my throat, causing Haruhi to look up from her book at me, the glare still on her face.
"I'm done…" I said shyly.
Haruhi looked at the assignment then back at me. "Are you sure?"
"I said I was done, didn't I?" I replied curtly.
Well, there goes my plan…
Haruhi glare hardened. "Really? Did you know there's a back side?"
My scowl fell and I flipped the worksheet to the other side and saw a series of more questions. I put my head in my hands, covering my eyes as I felt the stress build up.
"Shit…" I whispered under my breath.
Haruhi's glare fell as she looked at me as I was having trouble. She sighed and closed her book after bookmarking it before setting it on the table.
"Hikaru, what's wrong?" She asked. "You've been acting out since after our session on Friday.
"Nothing's wrong." I grumbled, not bothering to look up at her.
"I know you're lying. If you really were fine you wouldn't be acting like an complete ass right now."
"I said I'm fine!" I snapped, glaring up at her which she just responded back with a glare as well.
"I stand by my statement."
My glare immediately fell and was replaced with a doleful expression before facing away from her.
"Hikaru, can I ask you a question?" She asked.
"Yeah, sure…"
"Are you jealous that Tamaki senpai and I are dating?"
My face grew scarlet as I looked back at her, my heart pounding nervously. Was it that obvious that I liked her? I didn't really make any strong hints towards it, but why would she be asking if she didn't know?!
"Jealous?! Why would I be jealous?!" I hissed. "Why would I care about your fucking love life?! It has nothing to do with me!" I could've stopped right there, but my jealousy just took over as I thought of her and Tamaki together. "I wouldn't be surprised though if he cheated on you! He's always been a fucking flirt with all the girls and he's probably even slept-"
"That's enough Hikaru!" Haruhi snapped, making me flinch. "I understand that you're upset that you can't be my only friend, but that's how things are! Don't take out your anger by making these offensive false assumptions about my boyfriend!"
She began packing up her supplies in her bag.
"Where are you going?" I asked, a little bit afraid that she was going to snap at me again.
"To the club room." She answered, not bothering to look at me. "I'm ending our session early today."
She then pulled out a small black envelope with my name written in gold on it and threw it on the table in front of me. I picked it up and looked at it.
"Kyouya invited you to his birthday next week." She said, causing me to look back up at her. "He asked me to give it to you, but I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't come." She zipped up her bag before glaring at me again. "Because you're just some fucking selfish asshole who only cares about himself."
My expression fell again hearing her say that before she turned and began making her way towards the door. I watched her sadly as she walked away then looked down at the invitation in my hands, fiddling with it.
I cursed at myself, I let my emotions over power me again and I took it out on her, even though I tried not to. I just couldn't help it when my emotions took over. I always had a problem with that ever since I was a kid, but I'll admit that it only has gotten worse. Especially with everything at home.
At least the only good thing is that she just thought I was only jealous of Tamaki because I wanted to be her only friend, not because I actually loved her. I looked back at the door she exited the library from. The feeling of guilt began to wash over me. I couldn't just leave things with her like this. Even though it pained me to call her a friend, I would rather her be my friend then losing her completely.
I huffed before packing up my supplies, not bothering to fully zip up my bag as I rushed out of the library after her. When I exited into the hallway I saw Haruhi halfway down the hall walking towards the stairs.
"Haruhi!" I called out, but she just ignored me. I growled and ran to catch up with her. "Haruhi wait!" I called out her name again before grabbing her arm, making her stop.
She turned to me with a frown. "Hikaru, I really don't want to continue this argument right now. I just want to-"
"Can you just let me talk?!" I hissed, causing Haruhi's glare to harden by my tone. I mentally slapped myself for my attitude before letting out a sigh as I let go of her arm and put my hands in my pockets. "I just wanted to apologize for how I've been treating you today. I had a shitty weekend and I took my anger out on you...again," I began shifting my weight from foot to foot awkwardly as I ruefully stared back into her beautiful brown eyes, "and you were also right about me being jealous of Tamaki. I just haven't had a...friend like you before and I got jealous that you couldn't just be my...friend."
Haruhi just stayed silent for a bit, just staring at me. Her eyes then traveled to my bruised cheek. "Is that how you got the bruise on your cheek, because of your mom?"
I nodded as I lightly rubbed my left cheek. "Yeah, she punched me when I tried to stop her from burning my dad's belongings that we had boxed up."
"I'm so sorry Hikaru." She said morose. "I can't imagine what that felt like."
I just shrugged my shoulders, but it was clear that I was upset about it.
"I don't know why, but I just have a sudden urge to hug you." She said. "It might be because I feel bad for you. If my mom's items were burnt in front of me...I don't know what I would do." She wiped a tear from her eye at the thought and let out a soft chuckle. "But don't worry. I won't hug you."
I bit my lip, before shrugging again. "Well, if you really want to I don't mind."
She looked at me shocked. "Really?"
"It might be a bit awkward, but if you really want to-"
I was cut off as Haruhi suddenly hugged me, catching me a bit off guard. I looked down at her as she had her head in my chest. I just stared at her, feeling my face start to heat up. I grew more nervous as my heartbeat quickened, afraid that she would be able to hear it. I then let out a breath, making Haruhi know that my body was no longer tense as I calmed down and slowly wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her hair. I took in the scent of her cheap off brand shampoo that actually smelled quiet nice. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the hug. Her touch made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, a way no one else has ever made me feel before. It saddened me that I wouldn't be able to do as often as I would like because of Tamaki being her boyfriend. Just the thought of that almost brought tears to my eyes, but I swallowed them back as I tightened my grip around her.
Unfortunately soon after, Haruhi's phone vibrated in her pocket which made her separate from me. She took out her phone and read the message, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Great."
"What's the matter?" I asked, putting my hands back in my pockets.
"Tamaki senpai was supposed to help me learn the girl part of the waltz after I was done tutoring, but this is his third time canceling."
A light bulb lit up in my head and a smile formed on my lips. "What if I teach you?"
She looked at me, puzzled by my offer. "Huh, you want to teach me?"
"Yeah, since your 'lovely' boyfriend keeps ditching you, I could help you out by teaching you."
"But didn't you say that you would only teach me if hell freezes over?"
"I changed me mind." I said nonchalantly. "We can just say that I'm paying you back for how shitty I've been treating you all day." My smile widened. "So what do you say."
Haruhi remained puzzled before a smile appeared on her face as well. "Well, if you're offering then sure I'll do it."
"Great, and don't worry. I'll try my best to keep it professional." I winked.
Hey guys I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I really hope that you all are enjoying the story so far because I'm really enjoying it. I'm not going to spoil anything but there might be some fluff in the next chapter, then in a couple chapter some bigger fluff...that's all I'm saying on that.
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