Hello, my second one-shot. TamakixHaruhi once again. Not really romantic, but just some cute fluff. It was inspired by Don't You Forget About Me by Simple Minds (a.k.a. the theme for The Breakfast Club.) Enjoy!
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With the school day over and done with and a CD in her CD player, Haruhi walked quietly down the corridor, humming along to the current song. She came across the Music Room 3. Closing the door behind her, the grandfather clock chimed 6 PM. As expected, the room was empty. Everyone had left long ago. The only reason she had stayed so late was for the fact that Haruhi had fallen behind in her classes, sleeping in them, exhausted from her "work". She sought tutoring from her teacher who grudgingly accepted after sending her on a guilt trip, saying his wife would divorce him for being late again, and his children wouldn't talk to him for days. Needless to say, she didn't learn much.
Haruhi went to the Music Room to grab a notebook, which held homework from other classes, that she forgot. A quick simple task, if three things had not happened. One, her favorite song began to play as soon as she took step through the door. Two, she was alone. Three, after a tough school day with no help from the fast-paced world of the Host Club and it's members (excluding two), sometimes you just need to unwind somewhere, somehow.
So she tried.
Haruhi developed a type of strut as she sailed across the room. With a few twists, turns, and steps to the side, she invented a nice dance number. Nothing too outgoing or bold, a little calm, and definitely laid-back. It truly reflected her personality.
As she was about to pick up her notebook from the table, she heard loud, echoing rhythmic clapping from the other side of the room. She spun around, blushing like mad. "W-Who's there!"
A tall boy stood in the slightly ajar doorway, still clapping. "Good job. I liked it." he complimented.
Tamaki.
She didn't have time to be infuriated. He saw her dance. Boring, old Haruhi did not dance.
She opened her mouth to uselessly stammer something which would be just be a futile attempt at an excuse, an explanation, anything. She had no chance, for before she could get one word in, he came closer, chuckling.
"Think you can dance for me another time?" he asked, now standing besides her as he slung his arm around her shoulders.
"No." Haruhi muttered.
He laughed, patted his hand on the side of her arm, and guided her forward with the way he walked. "C'mon. Let's go get some instant coffee. There's some new ones I wanted to try and I'll need your commoner's knowledge to help me."
"What flavor did you want?" she asked. At least he was distracted and he hopefully didn't want to bring it up in later conversation.
"French Vanilla." Tamaki said happily, opening the door for her.
"I figured that much..."
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AN: I hope you liked it!
Note: For some people who might not know this (but if you're in Ouran fanfics, you should) Tamaki is half-french. Therefore, French Vanilla. :D
