TamaHaru from Ouran high-school

Tamaki Suoh sat excitedly in his limo waiting as patiently as he could to arrive at his best friend's house. Haruhi Fujioka, the only female member of the Ouran host club, invited the whole club staff to her house (more like the twins invited themselves and it went crazy from there).

The whole thing that started it was Haruhi making a point to tell Tamaki that she was bringing out her kotatsu for the cold season, thus igniting the flames of mischief between the devil twins. Tamaki was not only thrilled but also touched that she would even think about talking to him about "commoner" traditions, considering how much he has quite literally bombarded her with his commoner antics.

With a smile from ear to ear, Haruhi's apartment came into view, causing Tamaki to suddenly become jittery with nervous butterflies. Haruhi stands right outside, waiting for his arrival with a slightly sleepy expression, her rosey nose and cheeks caused by the nip in the early winter air making her look so much cuter.

Stepping out of the black Cadillac, Tamaki greets the small brunette with a warm smile, which she returns surprisingly sweetly. "Good morning Senpai. Let's get inside and enjoy some quiet before the traveling devil circus arrives." Her expression was slightly annoyed but contained a little bit of relief.

"Haruhi are you actually happy to see me for once?" Tamaki asks as they walk through the door. Haruhi's eyes widen a fraction and she turns her face away to blush. Sitting down, she sighs. "I've never NOT liked having you for company, Senpai. I actually enjoy your presence more when it's just you and I. Also, I just turned this on, so it should be heating up any minute now." She referred to the low standing table in the center of the living room.

A beautiful cloth placed perfectly over the table and the sweet smell of a candle burning nearby made Haruhi yawn lightly as she sat down, resting her head on her folded arms. She faced Tamaki with a calm expression as Tamaki looked at her with an unreadable expression. "Senpai?" His eyes widen slightly and his face shapes into that of a curious puppy making Haruhi chuckle lightly. "Stop spacing you dobe."

A nervous laugh bubbled from the blonde and Haruhi couldn't help laughing a little at his shy like demeanor. Usually he was bouncing all over her place and expressing his emotions all at once. "Are you alright Tamaki?" He realizes now he spaced out again, and right after she pointed it out too.

"Yes, I'm alright Haruhi. Maybe just a little tired, I was too excited to sleep." Haruhi nods in understanding. In truth, she honestly just wanted Tamaki there today. She was just too sleepy to deal with the others today. Her eyes have already fluttered shut but not long after, something softly presses against her cheek. Her eyes fly open in surprise.

She came face to face with Tamaki's violet hues and his hand gently on her cheek, mesmerizing her as she blushes profusely. Tamaki, noticing her blush blooming across her cheeks, also flushes, gasping in surprise. What does that mean?! Why did he touch her cheek?! Why are both of them blushing?! Questions rambled in his head as Haruhi hid her face in her folded arms.

After calming his heart, Tamaki lays his head back down on the Kotatsu. Haruhi, feeling his presence closer to her again, peeks a chocolate orb at him. He was still watching her movements and laughed sweetly as she tried to sneak a peek. He reaches out and runs his hand through her hair. Haruhi, still not knowing how to react, just sits there with an ever growing blush.

The look on her face gives Tamaki a strong urge to kiss her Face. Not only because he wants to but also because she would make a cute expression that he hasn't seen before. Not realizing he had spaced out again, Haruhi reaches her hand over to lightly tap on his face. Stunned by her bold move, Tamaki quickly catches her hand, her small palm pressed into his cheek.

Keeping complete eye contact, he brings her hand to his lips, kissing the palm gently with a flirtatious glint in his eyes. Those violet crystals are going to be the death of Haruhi. The poor girl is having a major inner emotional breakdown. Her heart hammering in her chest as butterflies swarmed like honeybees on sugar, the girl fails to notice Tamaki scoot closer to her. He's mimicking her position now, staring at her with sleepy doe eyes that make her want to kiss him.

That's not even the first time she's had this kind of thought. It's been at least half a year since she realized she had some kind of romantic feelings towards the blonde dork; but it still surprises her everytime the urge to show her affections start bubbling up. She has to either force the feeling down or act on it. Majority of the time she forces it down and hides until her face returns to its natural human colors; but it's just the two of them.

What would Tamaki do if she kissed him? She steals a glance at him and he's looking at her with a look she's never seen in him before and it slightly frightens her but also makes her pretty sure that the blonde sitting in front of her is in fact having the same thought process as her. This makes up her mind as Haruhi steels her resolve and leans towards Tamaki.

Her lips press to his sweetly and just as quickly as she did it, she pulls them back with a small smack. A small whimper leaves Tamaki and she opens her eyes to see his face flustered to beat hell and a look of pure love and wanting on his face. He lifts his hand to the back of her head, gently guiding her lips back to his. He stops right before contact, looking in her eyes for permission, Haruhi leans forward to close the distance.

Tamaki may be a dork, but his kiss was perfect, warm, gentle, and he moves his lips across hers so blissfully slow that butterflies flutter in tandem to each caress of his mouth to hers. This was a perfect first kiss...second kiss, but who the heck cares when someone this beautiful could possibly be hers. Parting his lips from hers, Tamaki lays his head down on the table, eyes never leaving Haruhi's. Haruhi mimics his movements, folding her arms again to use as a pillow.

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When the rest of the host club arrives, they look into the apartment window to see the duo sleeping over the Kotatsu, their legs seeming to have been eaten by the piece of furniture and their faces hidden in thier arms. What gets all of them the most is just barely, if you squint to see, Haruhi's arm is outstretched to hold Tamaki's palm in-between her thumb and index finger.

With that, the group quietly walks down the stairs, opting to bombard kyoya into letting them spend the day at his place.

Inside the apartment, Haruhi snores softly against her folded arm while Tamaki drifts in and out of sleep, watching his now girlfriend with a derpy lovestruck smile.

End~❤️