I had to write this. Mainly because it's June 10th and the Ouran manga STILL HASN'T UPDATED.


"Tamaki-senpai, I love you."

She had said it. Haruhi stared out the window, watching planes glide up and down runways, holding her breath and waiting for a response. She was still the same girl who feared nothing but thunder, still the same girl who refused to acknowledge any difference between the genders, and still the same girl who had managed to get accepted to a high school reserved solely for those of high social standing, and yet she was none of those girls. Because as soon as those words left her mouth, for a moment, she became a new girl, one that trembles at the slightest look or touch, the girl that was acutely aware of how small her hand was in the hand of the boy beside her.

This fact embarrassed her so much that she simply continued watching the planes, refusing to turn her flushed face towards her Senpai. Had she not been so focused on not showing this new self, she might have noticed the way Tamaki turned to her. He looked away from the place in the sky where his mother s plane had disappeared, choosing instead to stare at her in wonder. Had he heard correctly? Only one way to find out.

The moments passed, and Haruhi chewed her bottom lip. How long ago had she said it? Had she even said it at all? Then the hand around hers tightened. Without thinking, for once, she turned.

And that s when Tamaki placed his other hand on the side of her face, and kissed her.

They had kissed before, accidentally. They had never talked about it, and soon after, the Host Club had been disbanded. This was something completely different. While she had been taken by surprise again, this time Tamaki knew exactly what he was doing. He'd meant to kiss her this time. If she hadn't said what he thought she'd said, the worst that could happen was that he'd get his own feelings across.

After several frozen moments, Haruhi recovered herself and pulled her hand from Tamaki's, instead choosing to wrap her arms around his neck. He moved his now free hand to grip her waist. Their difference in heights caused her to balance carefully on her toes, trying to gain more contact. This was their first kiss, not the countless pecks on her forehead, not the awkward, unintentional brush of lips in the hallway. This kiss was an expression of how much she had missed him in those days without the Host Club, and how often he had thought of her when confined to his room in the main house.

All too soon, he pulled away, and her eyes fluttered open. The thumb on the hand still holding her face brushed across her cheekbone. "I love you, Senpai." She repeated.

"Fujioka Haruhi," He paused, laughed once, and pulled her back into his embrace. "I love you, too."


I am going to die if it doesn't update soon.