Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, but there are a couple of full length mirrors in my house.
Haruhi stretched and hung Kyōya's jacket on the back of his bathroom door. It was way too late to be awake. She knew they should have left the party earlier in the evening, but Kyōya hadn't put up any resistance to Tamaki's urges to stay, and since it was his car they had planned to leave in, there wasn't much Haruhi could say about it.
She and Kyōya had only been seriously dating for a few months, so she wasn't sure why he'd insisted on stopping at his place before his chauffeur took her home. It wasn't as though she had ever stayed overnight there before, and she blushed slightly as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. He wasn't expecting her to ask to stay… was he?
The reflection also showed the bouquet she'd caught. She decided to ask Kyōya for a vase for it, and so, grabbing it off the counter, she shoved the bathroom door noiselessly open.
Kyōya cleared his throat.
He only did that when he wanted to say something important.
Haruhi froze, still half behind the door, and peeked out. If he was going to be overly serious at this time of night, maybe she'd stay in the bathroom.
But he didn't seem to be waiting for her. At least, he wasn't looking at her. He was standing on the other side of the room with his back to her, in front of the full length mirror next to his closet.
"I can't live without you," he began solemnly. "There's no way I could do all the things I have done were it not for you. You are my support and my inspiration." He paused as though gathering his thoughts, then looked earnestly into the eyes of his reflection. "I love you, Haruhi, and I can't think of anything better than spending the rest of my life with you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
So. He was planning to ask her to stay, and for longer than she'd imagined.
Haruhi glanced at herself in the mirror again, pausing for a moment to banish a blush before she left the bathroom. Then she pushed the door open and stepped into his bedroom.
"Kyōya," she said.
He whirled, a strange look on his face that almost made her laugh. There were many emotions on it at once: surprise, apprehension, suspicion, and affection. She felt as if he were waiting for her to speak, as though he didn't trust his own voice.
Haruhi suppressed a smile and held out the bouquet. "I… just wanted to ask if there was a vase I could put these flowers in."
"Oh, yes, I had Tachibana bring one in earlier," he said, a strange look of relief crossing his face as she turned toward his desk. He gave her a smirk as he held out a plain but expensive-looking vase. "You'll be careful with this one, won't you?"
She responded with a dark look and: "As long as it's worth less than eight million yen." Retreating to the bathroom, she added some water to the vase and returned to the bedroom to place it back onto the desk.
Kyōya was back in front of the mirror again, removing his bow tie. "My jacket…?" he asked.
"In the bathroom," she replied.
She faced his mirror as he went to fetch it. Alone in his room, she made a decision. It wasn't a terribly difficult one, it was just one that she didn't think she would be making so soon.
Silently, she counted to three and then cleared her throat.
"Kyōya," she announced to her blushing reflection. "I accept your proposal."
In the mirror's reflection, she saw the bathroom door open slowly.
"Haruhi…" he began, his face unreadable.
Haruhi turned around, the smile she had not allowed earlier clearly showing on her face.
They moved toward one another. As they met, Kyōya grasped her hands in his. The look on his face showed him to be more truly nervous than she had ever seen him.
"You… heard me?" he asked.
"I did." She hesitated. "You... did mean what you said, didn't you?"
"Well, I wasn't planning on asking you right then, but…"
"So was it a first draft or a dress rehearsal?"
He smiled. "Not exactly a dress rehearsal, but..."
"It did seem rather well rehearsed for a first draft," she reflected.
"Did you…" he began, then stopped to clear his throat again. "Did you mean what you said?"
A look of pure relief came over Kyōya's face when she nodded.
"Then... you'll be my wife?"
Haruhi smiled. "I will."
Author's Note (August 17, 2014): Thank you for reading Put a Ring on It!
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