Disclaimer: We do not own Ouran, but we certainly know how to celebrate an anniversary―and so does Takashi.

Takashi surprised her with small presents pretty often, so she was expecting something like this for their first wedding anniversary.

They had gone out for a drive, part of which Haruhi spent with a blindfold over her eyes; when they got out of the car, they dispensed with the cloth. Haruhi kept her eyes squeezed shut as they walked; Takashi stood just behind her, holding his hands over his eyes.

Just because she couldn't see didn't mean she couldn't listen. They were walking quietly, as they often did, which made it easier. Off to her right, she could hear… something. Shouts? In the distance, a bell chimed the hour. She tried to place the familiar sounds, but after nearly falling, she concentrated on walking instead. Takashi murmured warnings every now and then, telling her if there was a rock or a slope in her path. Still, it was slow going. Even with his directions, she tripped often, and half the time it was over his feet. After about ten minutes of this, she huffed.

"This is getting ridiculous," she said firmly. "It would be much easier if you just carried me." After a small pause, she added, "I promise not to peek."

He laughed lightly, but obeyed. He swept her up into his arms, took about five steps, and set her down. Now she knew why he had laughed.

"Happy Anniversary," her husband said. She opened her eyes. A well known sight greeted them: the tree where she had studied, been distracted, and fallen in love with her tall sempai. This surprise was much better than strawberries or a night out at the all-you-can-eat sushi bar, and the basket at the foot of the tree suggested that there might just be strawberries or sushi in her future.

"We're having a picnic?" she asked. He nodded and knelt by the basket, blocking her view as he rummaged through its contents. She glanced up into the branches of the trees. That was where they used to sit, but it would be a bit awkward to eat up there. "Did you bring bananas?"

He turned his attention back to her, his expression confused.

"Well, if we're going to eat in a tree, we should at least have the right food for it."

He smiled. "I thought we would stay on the ground, but if you want to eat in the tree, I can get us some bananas." He made a show of reaching for his phone.

She returned the smile. "The ground is fine. Did you bring a blanket?" He nodded and held up the item in question.

They spread out their picnic and enjoyed a nice, shady lunch. As they ate, Haruhi reflected on the days and years that had passed since the day she walked into the Third Music Room.

Each day had been wonderful in its own way. They had their ups and downs, of course, but the good far outweighed the bad. As Haruhi and her husband watched the Kendo Club practicing, she was reminded of all the good times she and Takashi had shared on this very spot. It really was the perfect place to celebrate their anniversary―to celebrate the life they had sworn to spend together.

"I got something for you," Takashi told her as he unpacked their dessert. Haruhi smiled at the strawberry cake, but he shook his head. "No, something else."

He handed her a white box, tied shut with a wide blue ribbon. "I wanted to get you something from the Third Music Room."

The packaging reminded her of another present Takashi had once given her, though that had been an apology gift. She still had the ribbon, in fact, and she fully intended to keep this one, too. She lifted the lid and gasped.

"Is this―?"

He nodded.

"But how did you get it?"

He smiled. "Kyōya." He paused, looking at her apprehensively. "Do you like your gift?"

"This whole day has been a gift, and I love it. It's perfect."

"You're perfect."

She smiled. "No, I'm not. But I like to think I'm perfect for you, just like you're perfect for me."

They leaned toward each other, and the present was soon forgotten.

Ōtori Kyōya was speaking with the Host Club's recently elected president as the rest of the original Club stood at the windows, drawing whispers and stares from every student in the room.

The Haninozuka heir was jumping up and down, seemingly unaware of the stares (both adoring and shocked) that he was receiving. "Are they kissing? Are they kissing?" he demanded of one of the Hitachīns.

"Yes, they're kissing," the twin replied.

"It's quite romantic," the Host Club's founder admitted with a sigh.

The twins rolled their eyes.

Clearing his throat as he joined them at the window, the Club's former Shadow King observed the two newlyweds. "They had better be careful with that vase," he grumbled, "It's worth at least eight million yen."

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