You wanted an Ouran High fanfiction Neechan, and you got it. I know that this is short, but I couldn't fit in much from Haruhi's point of view. Blah. Written while listening to Himitsu Kichi, I Won't Say I'm in Love, I Can't Help Falling in Love With You, and Swing Swing. Yes, as you can see, I had a hard time finding inspiration. On a more spontaneous note, Doki Doki Waku Waku is such a cute song. Gotta love Honey's seiyuu. Anyways, please review.
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Ignorance is bliss, the wise claim. Only blind rush to follow the path of lust. Lending the allusive Host Club no more than ignorance had suited fine, until now.
Ignoring those potent lavender orbs has proven to be quite the chore.
There's much veiled by such vigor- more to know than the witless core he portrays. Each day subtly reveals more of his true intentions, the real Tamaki that his eyes betray.
He is different from the others, a recess from false composure. His curiously is obliged to no rule. His thought is bound to no expectations.
No, charming or not, he is still that same fool I have grown accustomed to. Ignorance is bliss, and I wish not discover how my heart reacts once I allow it.