![]() ![]() ![]() Neither of them were particularly the affectionate sort, but when you feel like you’re the only one in the room who feels the way you do, it’s nice to have at least one person who understands. While they were around others, Haruhi and Kyoya had to keep a respectful distance so as not to arouse suspicion which made dealing with everything all the more difficult. They had hoped today would be no different, but every minute was agonizing. They could do it they had done it hundreds of times before. This was just another day at the host club, another day to pretend and keep up appearances. Their friendship went deeper than most and thank God for that.įor the rest of the day Kyoya and Haruhi put on their best acting faces. They had wounded each other just minutes prior, but at the end of the day, they knew how the other felt. After a moment, Kyoya even found himself tilting against her, shamefully soaking in whatever comfort he could. His thumb shook as it slowly reached up to stroke whatever skin he could reach in thanks. Kyoya’s hand relaxed and flattened out over the seat between them while Haruhi slipped a few of her fingers between his. Thankfully, their knees were close enough to hide this small moment of comforting intimacy. The moment her skin made contact with his, the trembling stopped and she could feel his muscles release under her touch. She was feeling it too, they were just processing it differently. The ferocity in his grip caused him to shake and tremble until Haruhi gently placed a hand over his. The tendons in his hands pulled taught, his knuckles growing pale. She looked down to the space between her and Kyoya to see he had dug his fingernails into the seat and was gripping for dear life. It was the sound of scraping, squeaking leather that pulled her from her dissociated apathy. She didn’t know what to say - didn’t know what she could say. Haruhi, on the other hand, sat quietly through most of Tamaki’s ranting. The twins, Honey, and Mori were eating up his stories, asking questions and egging him on. People were left hurt, even if Tamaki hadn’t meant for it. It was refreshing in a way, that they could pick things back up like no time had gone by… But time had gone by. Tamaki spoke about his life in France with all the same familiarity they held before. ![]() Had it not been for Honey’s perpetual cheerfulness and tendency to lift the spirits of anyone he’s around, Haruhi didn’t know if she would have managed that car ride. Falling into old habits, Tamaki took a seat next to Haruhi with Kyoya snagging the one on the other side of her before the twins could manage to. The limo promptly arrived to take the lot of them to the venue. Kyoya looked between Haruhi and Kaoru, quickly putting together the silent conversation going on between them so when Tamaki exclaimed, “Like what?! What’s the host club like now?” Kyoya, as always, had a perfect, sating response. Her eyes landed on Kaoru who had a knowing but immediately regretful look upon speaking those words aloud. ![]() “But there are plenty of other things that have.” Haruhi looked around to see who had said that. Haruhi managed a humoring smile, “He hasn’t changed much since you left, Senpai.” Kyoya shoved him off like he always did and said, “Save the compliments for your bride, you big oaf.”Ī familiar pout pulled at Tamaki’s lip as he whined, “Kyoyaaaaa, that’s so mean.” Tamaki stepped forward, offering to embrace them both, “Hello Kyoya… Haruhi! You two look amazing. Something heavier was there and while half of them wanted to save him, deliver him from his fate, the other half was weary from the feelings, weary from the grief. The optimistic twinkle still remained ever present in his eyes, but the weight of the time he spent apart from them shrouded his features in shadow. Kyoya and Haruhi could see it in his face, though. Tamaki wore a distinguished cream suit with matching color accents. He smiled wider than Haruhi and Kyoya even thought possible as he outstretched his arms to them, “And now the host club is whole again.” Five smiling, well dressed young men all turned to the secret couple and Tamaki’s face shown as brightly as ever. When Kyoya and Haruhi rounded the corner, they saw the entirety of the rest of the host club standing in the lobby. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 10,628 Chapters: 4/4 Comments: 27 Kudos: 192 Bookmarks: 35 Hits: 2,342 Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types.Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. ![]()
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