Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, nor would I ever use skywriting to propose to someone.

The idea wasn't a new one. It wasn't like he'd been inspired to ask Haruhi to marry him when she caught the bouquet that night. He'd been planning it for weeks. Months, really. What to say, where to say it, and how he might make it more romantic were all questions he'd considered.

But as they walked down the sidewalk after leaving Nekozawa's wedding celebration, he reflected that there wasn't anything to wait for, or a more romantic setting than right now. They were walking down a quiet street, arm in arm, admiring the stars and the lovely night. As they reached the car, she walked a little ahead of him, so he took the chance to grab the box out of his pocket and extract the ring.

Then he froze.

"Tamaki?"

He was going to do it. He was going to ask Haruhi to marry him. She'd say yes, and they'd be husband and wife and have adorable children with his charm and her features.

"Tamaki, what are you just standing there for?"

He looked at her. He was going to spend the rest of his life with her. She'd arrive home before him, make dinner, and wait for him to come home from work, and when he walked in the door, she'd still be wearing the apron she wore to cook, and she'd have a bit of flour smudged on one cheek, and she'd say, 'welcome home, honey!'

"Tamaki, I'm getting cold."

Her cheeks were pink. She would blush when they kissed at their wedding, and their friends and family would be there, cheering happily to wish them well. She would wear a white dress, and he'd have a black suit and bow tie. She would tie his ties for him after they got married. That was something that wives did for their husbands.

"Tamaki!"

Suddenly Haruhi was right in front of him, grabbing his hand, the one that held the ring. "What is wrong with you? Can we get in the car now? It's cold out here, and Kaoru refused to give me a jacket to go with this dress!"

He opened his fist. The ring lay on his palm, sparkling in the starlight.

"Haruhi, will you-" he began, then stopped, choked with emotion. "Marry me?"

"What?" she said, still annoyed that he hadn't unlocked the car. She looked at his hand, saw the ring, and glared at him. "Is this all? You bought me jewelry again?"

"No, I…" Everything was going wrong. It wasn't romantic. She was cold and wanted to go home. Besides, he hadn't arranged for the violinist to start playing a romantic song as soon as she said yes.

Oh well. It didn't have to be perfect. Just as long as she was.

He took her hand in his. "Haruhi, I love you," he said. An impatient look crossed her face, but it turned to surprise as he got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

If Haruhi was deficient in hugs and kisses after her acceptance, it was not because she was not overwhelmed with the moment, but because she was expecting at every second to be bombarded with fireworks or skywriting.

Author's Note (June 28, 2014): Stella would like to add that Haruhi totally woke up the next morning and saw "SHE SAID YES" written in the sky above her window. She merely rolled her eyes and went to make breakfast.

If you would like to thank Stella for being completely awesome, go read and enjoy some of her work (she's StellaMalodi, by the way) or check out our co-authored story (if you haven't already), The Unbroken Vase!