I am currently experiencing a problem...
"Yuki." I felt my face begin to heat up, and I tried to force the blush down.
"Y-Yes?"
"I've been calling you for five minutes, are you feeling well?"
"I-I'm fine! What was it you needed Kyoya-sempai?"
"Could you please organize these roses?" I grabbed the box from him brushing past him with my head down.
I can't seem...
"Yuki."
"Y-yes!" I said, ducking my head apologetically when I was shushed. The librarian cast a disapproving glance at me. Kyoya watched, amused as I made my way around tables and chairs towards him, feeling my face heat up.
"The twins want your opinion on decorations for Hunny-sempai's birthday."
"R-Right!"
...To stop blushing! What's wrong with me!? Do I just get sick that easily!? What the hell! I know it has nothing to do with that kiss—!
"Yuki—"
"I'm not blushing!" I burst out, completely unaware of the person talking to me. I felt my cheeks burn, despite my previous statement, turning to see Haruhi blinking at me.
"Ah, of course," she said, "Are you feeling okay?"
"I-I'm feeling fine, why?" I asked. Haruhi tilted her head slightly.
"You've been really spacey these past few days. Are you sick?" She asked. I shook my head.
"N-no, I'm fine. Sorry," I laughed weakly. She gave me a strange look.
"If you say so. Also, Renge needed to measure you for the suits we'll be wearing on Hunny-sempai's birthday."
"E-eh? Already? Didn't Kyoya-sempai just ask me about decorations?" I asked, confused.
Haruhi raised her eyes "That was two days ago; you sure you're feeling okay?" she asked.
"Ah, yeah, sorry, time just seemed to fly, you know?" I smiled slightly. "I'm fine, really! I'll go see Renge," I waved goodbye and set off for the clubroom, willing my cheeks to stop burning. Two days? I already spent two days thinking about Kyoya? "I am so done for..." I groaned.
[...]
"Since Hunny-sempai's birthday is on a leap year, are we actually celebrating it or do we skip again?" I ask, tapping the pen I was holding to my chin.
"I'm pretty sure we get to actually celebrate it, which is why everyone is going all out." Haruhi said. "Call me crazy, but maybe this is why Hunny looks so..."
"So what?"
"Young? Small?"
I laughed. "Maybe that is the reason." The door burst open, and Tamaki rushed in, a goofy smile on his face. He looked positively blissful, and—
"What's with the idiot look on your face?" Hikaru and Kaoru ask from on of the couches. Tamaki flips his hair, completely ignoring them.
"Haruhi! Yuki! I have a wonderful idea!" He said, a proud smile on his face. Haruhi and I glance at each other, prepared for the worst. "Instead of wearing suits, why don't the two of you wear these nice dresses—"
"Absolutely not," Haruhi answers flatly, cutting him off. Tamaki's eyes fill with large crocodile tears, and he begins to pout, whimpering like a dog that's been kicked.
"Sempai, won't other guests be there? What would they think if they saw us in dresses?" I cross my arms.
"Some of them would probably be into it," Hikaru pipes up.
"Besides, it's not like you guys haven't worn dresses before," Kaoru says.
"Well, they might actually find out we're girls. Besides—"
"B-but if you guys wear wigs, then they'll think you're regular students!"
Haruhi rolls her eyes. "Yeah, students they've never seen before. Plus, won't they ask where we are? We can't keep changing costumes; it's already exhausting enough wearing different clothes every day for regular club activities..." Haruhi mutters the last part. Tamaki's puppy eyes widen.
"For once, I think Tamaki actually has a good idea," I jump as Kyoya appears in the doorway. He isn't looking in my direction, but I still feel my cheeks warm. "We can tell the girls you two are going to show up at the very end for the last dance."
"So you guys can spend the night mixing in with the rest of the girls!" Hikaru grins.
"Hey! Don't tell me you two are in on this as well!" Haruhi protests.
"Haruhi don't be so stiff! It'll be a lovely change!" Tamaki pleads.
"It would mean less effort on our part," I muse, "not that I hate working with you guys, but living every day in fear of forgetting to put on my blazer can be pretty tiring." Haruhi sighed heavily.
"Even if I say no I bet you already have dresses ready and tailored, am I right?" she asked wearily. Tamaki beamed, his gloomy aura seemingly sparkling with happiness.
"Nope!" He grins. Haruhi's eyebrows disappear into her bangs.
"Really?"
"Because Hikaru and Kaoru's mother will be designing them!" Haruhi shoots a tired glare at the twins, but they shrugged.
"He did this without our knowledge," they said.
"Naturally, we'll need to send in your measurements," Tamaki continued to babble. With a snap of his fingers, eight maids sweep through the door, carrying measuring tapes and rulers and—
"Hey! Wh-what is this?" Haruhi grimaces as they gently coax us towards a curtained part of the room. "Tamaki-sempai!"
"Don't worry, they're going to take your measurements and send them to Mrs. Hitachiin," Kyoya's lips pull up slightly in a smirk, and he nudges his glasses with the tip of his index finger.
"Hey wait, don't touch me there!" Haruhi protests.
"Please lift your arms, Master Yuki," one of them says to me, pulling out the tape measurement. Oh boy, here we go.
[...]
"That wasn't so bad," I said, straightening my tie. Haruhi groans from beside me, her forehead plastered to the table. "Cheer up, Haruhi. I'm sure it'll be fun. Maybe they'll even have fancy tuna!" I smile.
"I guess..." she said.
Tamaki trots up to the table we're sitting at. "Your dresses will be ready the day before the party, now we need to look at ways to style your hair!"
"Can't we do that later? Club activities are gonna start soon," Haruhi lifts her head from the table, "we need to get the tea ready and—"
"That's all done," Hikaru says.
"We even have the snacks ready," Kaoru grins.
"..." Haruhi's forehead lands against the table once more.
/sorry for the short chapter, i've been away for a while so i need to get back into the whole writing chapters things xD in the next chapters i'm gonna aim for more description. also gonna bring back some important people... :^)
-natsu