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Tamaki and Haruhi were doing their weekly movie night that they do every Friday. They always cuddle and watch a movie. Tamaki had his arms around Haruhi's midsection while Haruhi was nestled against his chest, hands on his chest, and they watched their movie. They chose a horror movie this week. Tamaki nestled into her soft hair while Haruhi had her eyes closed, listening to Tamaki's heartbeat, when a relaxed huff left her nostrils. Just then, she jolted up when she heard a scream. A cheap puppet that had one of its eyes out (despite the fact that it was clearly just a red string with a ping-pong ball with a white dot drawn on it) took up the whole screen. You could see the hand puppeteering it with the strings moving its mouth. Tamaki shrieked and jolted back. Haruhi rolled her eyes with a smile and held onto Tamaki's shoulders, holding him still. "Tamaki, I know you're a scaredy cat, but you can see the hand puppeteering the puppet. It's obviously fake." Tamaki shook his head vehemently. "N-no! It's real! D-Don't you see the hair?!" Haruhi narrowed her eyes. "You mean the strings?" Tamaki huffed and crossed his arms. "I know that was real!" Haruhi smiled and rested on his shoulder. "You're ridiculous, Tamaki." She commented, but the fondness in her voice was clear. Tamaki looked over to her, and she looked back. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly leaned her head up, her heart doing gymnastics. Tamaki put his hand on her cheek, slowly brushing his thumb against her cheek, making Haruhi's heart rate go up by, at the very least, 100,000 beats per minute. They leaned in, feeling each other's breath on their face and...
Not on the lips
Haruhi and Tamaki had a date night tonight. One that Tamaki always over prepared for. Whether it was a super exclusive overpriced restaurant or a dance night at an old timely castle. Tamaki always went above and beyond for their dates. Haruhi came out in a pink, frilly, girly dress that Tamaki had paid for and requested she wear. Dresses weren't her usual jam, but she didn't really mind wearing them once in a while. She walked out of the house and Tamaki, in a sleek black and white suit, free of any wrinkles or any signs of imperfection. His face lit up as soon as he laid eyes on her, his eyes seemingly sparkling as he took her look in. His cheeks were a milky pink. He ran and beamed as he gently took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on it. His kiss a soft flutter on her skin. "You look beautiful, my princess." Tamaki gushed with a soothing, warm voice and a bright smile that shined in the light. Haruhi jolted her hand away, her face hot as a light shade of crimson dawned on it. Her heart doing that stupid flip thing that it damn nearly always did whenever Tamaki was near. "T-thanks Tamaki..." She stammered out, her voice slightly shaky. Tamaki stuck his hand out. "Shall we?" Haruhi let a soft smile fall on her face as she took his hand. "We shall."
Interrupted
Haruhi and Tamaki were walking home together. Haruhi gently had her arms wrapped around one of Tamaki's. Her head rested on the same arm she was holding onto. The rest of the host club were following close behind, hiding in the closest bush, making sure Tamaki didn't make a complete and utter fool of himself, as he did often. Kyoya sighed as he adjusted his glasses. "This is the 10th time we followed them, and Tamaki has never made a mistake once. must we commit to this childish play?" Hikaru whispered harshly, "Tamaki's going to mess up at one point, and when he does, Haruhi's going to dump him on the spot! Is that what you want?!" Kyoya sighed. "If she still hasn't dumped him now, there is a high chance she never will." Karou shushed them as he whispered, "They're gonna hear!" Hikaru jolted his head towards him. "What did you-!? MMM!" They were silenced by Mori's big, warm hands as he said, "Look." Everyone looked over to Tamaki and Haruhi. Haruhi nuzzled her head deeper into Tamaki's arm as a gentle breeze washed over them. Tamaki looped his free arm around Haruhi's waist. They looked like what showed up when you searched "perfect couple" on Google. Honey put his hand on his cheeks. "Awwwwww! They are even cuter than Usa-chan!" Suddenly, Mori's quiet voice spoke, "Mitsukuni." Honey looked at Mori with a head tilt, and Mori put his finger to his lips and shushed him. Honey's mouth shaped into an "o" as he nodded and made a zipping motion to his lips. Haruhi's home was pretty close to the school, and Tamaki refused to let chivalry die, so he always insisted on walking her home. At first, Haruhi was apathetic, telling him to "just go home," but Tamaki was more persistent than Haruhi was resistant, so she eventually embraced it. Turns out she enjoyed herself a lot more when she embraced it than she ever did when she resisted. They reached Haruhi's house, and Tamaki kissed her hand. Which led to Haruhi's cheeks turning scarlet as she smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, my princess!" Tamaki dramatically announced. Haruhi nodded. "Are we still on for movie night?" Tamaki flipped his hair as it seemed like he sparkled. "I wouldn't dream of missing out on it in my worst nightmares!" Haruhi smiled as she waved her hand. "Yeah, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." Tamaki gently caressed her cheek, and Haruhi's cheeks turned a light shade of red as she held onto his hand. They leaned up, and Honey gasped, his eyes starry as he watched them. Hikaru growled and threw one of his shoes at Tamaki. Tamaki let out an "ACK!" as he fell forward, knocking Haruhi down as well. Honey gasped as he gave Hikaru a death glare. "Hikaru!" Hikaru just shrugged with a smirk, and then he and Karou high-fived. Kyoya sighed. "You two just hate happy couples, don't you..." Tamaki's eyes widened as frequent apologies spilled from his mouth as he cried. He clumsily got up and quickly helped Haruhi up as well. Haruhi sighed ."It's ok, Tamaki; it happens. It's no big deal." Then she started glaring daggers at the bush the rest of the host club were hiding in. All of them but Mori and Kyoya yelped as they dashed away.
Refused
Tamaki and Haruhi were in her bedroom, meanwhile, Haruhi's parent, Ranka, was angrily eyeing them. "If that ladies man thinks he can get away with laying a hand on my daughter...!" Ranka muttered, seething with anger, his eyes may as well have been gleaming red, with smoke going out of his ears. Haruhi sighed as she saw Ranka glaring at them. "Why did he even agree if he was going to do this...?" Tamaki tilted his head. "Hmm? Did you say something, love?" Haruhi shook his head. "No, my dad is just staring at us." Tamaki turned his head as he saw Ranka and flinched. "Uah!" Haruhi pinched the bridge of her nose. "I swear, Dad..." She got up, but then Tamaki held onto her arm. "W-we can still have a good time!" Haruhi looked at him. "You're just scared that if I confront him, he'll hate you more, huh?" Tamaki looked down as a pitiful whine left his lips. Haruhi sighed as she reluctantly sat back down. Tamaki grinned as he leaned in to kiss her, but then Haruhi placed a hand on his face as she used her other to point at her father, who was currently watching them like a hawk. Tamaki's eyes turned to saucers as he stumbled back and attempted to explain the situation to Ranka using hand gestures while Ranka was storming towards them, setting a fire in his wake, face red with anger.
False alarm
Tamaki and Haruhi were sitting on Tamaki's couch, and Haruhi was resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyelids were getting heavy. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. She yawned as the sound made it harder for her to keep her eyelids up. Tamaki kissed her forehead, and Haruhi smiled. He took her cheek in one of his hands and tilted her head so they could make eye contact. His eyes scanned her face. Haruhi blinked as she held onto his arm with both hands. He leaned in, and Haruhi's face got red hot as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. The butterflies in her stomach were having a field day. Then, Haruhi felt Tamaki's thumb reverently brush against her cheek. Then the warmth of Tamaki's hand left her cheek. Haruhi fluttered her eyes open. "Tamaki...?" Tamaki smiled. "You had something on your cheek, so I took it off!" The butterflies in Haruhi's stomach went from fluttering like there was no tomorrow to dropping dead as soon as she heard that. "Oh..." Tamaki tilted his head, his mouth in a short, thin line. "Is something wrong?" Haruhi looked away, desperately wanting to change the subject. "Nope."
Wrong atmosphere
Tamaki and Haruhi were hosting their guests. Doing their usual routine. Then they both walked to get sugar for their guests. Tamaki pulled Haruhi in closer by her waist. As she let out a surprised squeak, her face quickly raised in temperature. Tamaki smiled. "Hello, princess." Haruhi's mind was just playing "Close! Close! Close!" on repeat. Tamaki leaned in for a kiss, and Haruhi summoned all of her will to push at Tamaki's chest. Tamaki stopped and blinked, tilting his head. "Hmm?" Haruhi gave a blank expression. "Tamaki. We're in the club." Tamaki asked. "And that's a problem because...?" Haruhi sighed as she pointed at the guests, who were squealing and fangirling at the sight. Tamaki frowned as he reluctantly let go of her, and they went back to their hosting jobs.
Losing courage
Tamaki and Haruhi were at Tamaki's mansion. They eventually began talking about their hosting jobs. Tamaki chirped, "You did great as always, Haruhi!" Haruhi crossed her arms as she pouted. "Y'know...you don't have to be so lovey dovey with the girls you host..." Tamaki smirked. "Oh?" Haruhi blinked "What?" Tamaki cupped her face in his hands. "You're jealous of me with other girls?" Haruhi's face got hot. "Hey!" Tamaki leaned in, and Haruhi closed her eyes tightly. Then Tamaki's grandma walked in and raised an eyebrow. Which caused Tamaki to yelp and fall off of the couch.
"This is good enough"
Tamaki had his arm around Haruhi's shoulder while Haruhi's eyelids suddenly felt like they were 100 pounds. They were watching some old movie, but the sounds quickly became drowned out as Haruhi's mind became too exhausted to register what was happening. She mumbled something and slowly closed her eyes. Within minutes. She became knocked out on Tamaki's shoulder. Tamaki turned his head as he heard light snoring and saw Haruhi out like a light. Slight drool was coming out of her mouth and onto Tamaki's shirt. To some, it might've been gross, but to Tamaki, it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He let out a smile as he huffed. Tamaki quickly nestled himself into Haruhi's soft brown hair as he closed his eyes, and eventually went to sleep as well. They were 2 minds, 2 souls, 1 heart.