Summary: When her father offered her swimming lessons, Haruhi couldn't help but decline. She'd already found her own sort of life jacket to keep her afloat if she ever started to sink, anyway.
Author's notes: Just a bit of light fluff...Hope you enjoy. ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to Bisco Hatori and Bones.
"Good morning, Haruhi! Oh, what are you looking at?" His amethyst eyes were trained intently on the brochure she read on the walk to school, stopping her at the gates.
She caught his gaze with a hitch of her breath as he leaned over her shoulder to get a better look at the paper, which resulted in her getting a better look at him up close.
"I discovered quite recently, from that friend of yours with glasses, that you once nearly drowned, Haruhi," her father said with clear and honest concern, sliding some sort of advertisement across the table to her. "How about taking swimming lessons?"
She pondered it sincerely for a moment, grabbed the pamphlet he'd offered her, and then shook her head after skimming through it.
Ranka sighed, mulling around in his silent distress at his daughter's indifference to her own safety. "At least consider it."
She considered it again as Tamaki began looking through it, and then remembered the day they had first ventured to the beach. She remembered being thrown off the cliff, and feeling as though she'd never come out of the situation unscathed. She didn't regret her actions, but she certainly wished she could turn back time a bit and change it all to a much better outcome. She closed her eyes and waited to plunge into the cold, dark sea.
Then she heard him.
She remembered the intensity of his voice as he called out her name, his eyes full of concern as he leapt in after her to save her from the turbulent ocean now beneath the both of them. She remembered his arms outstretched to her like an invitation, one that she would take over any other offers and alternatives, especially the one held in her hands now. She hadn't minded being saved by him all that much. She felt secure with him holding her and taking her back to shore, safer still when he comforted her when the thunder raged later that night.
Haruhi crumpled up the paper and threw it in the wastebasket before starting towards class.
Tamaki trailed after her eagerly, asking, "What was that?"
She shrugged as he came to walk beside her. "Something I probably need, sempai."
"Then why aren't you taking it?"
She smiled, much to both his confusion and delight, and said, "I took a better offer. Something I need just a little more."