A Set of Drabbles
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High Host Club. If I do, there will be a lot of more twisted scenes then. XD
A/N: It had been horrifyingly late! I know...And I'm so sorry about it! My friend reminded me so I just had to update this fic. And yes, the threats had worked.
Summary: (Drabble 4) It all began of a game of hide and seek... (Tamaki/Haruhi)
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Drabble 4
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Thump...
Thump...
Thump...
His heart had been beating fast like this ever since it happened. Tamaki turned and look to his left, turned a deep shade of red as Haruhi's smooth skin brushed against his in desperation in need of space. The broom closet was very small and none of them can move freely.
No words were shared between them. Not even one damn word. Haruhi just sat beside him. She looked...troubled. After long hours of trying her best to unlock the stupid door, she had failed miserably like usual. Haruhi looked at the said king and sighed.
Shouldn't he at least be helpful around here?
His face had turned another layer of red. Haruhi flinched as something moved across her feet. She responded by grabbing Tamaki's hand, shutting her eyes hard.
Tamaki gave a small yelp, looked at Haruhi. Their eyes locked in a tight position. More blushes were shared.
Damn... Tamaki thought. Instead of killing the twins, maybe he should thanked them for pushing Haruhi into this closet in their game of hide and seek.
But...
Somehow, he still don't get it! Who locked the door in the first place?
-Background-
Hikaru and Kaoru stared dumbly at Kyouya who was now smiling away, the key laid in his hand. Everything was going according to plan...
Owari
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A/N: I'm using wordpad right now so I do not have spellcheck. I'm sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes...