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14 November | Ouran High School Host Club | Basic Division
Title: Basic Division
Day/Theme: 14 November / thieves in the temple
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character/Pairing: Hikaru
Rating: PG
Word Count: 280
Kaoru says he was imagining things, but Hikaru saw him.
Those greedy eyes on the smooth skin of her wrist, following the round bone back and forth as she filled her lines with calculus. Just watching his dumb face had made his skin bristle; wetting his mouth, thinking ‘he looks so like a girl, doesn’t he, it almost makes it okay’.
But it’s not okay, it’s not even close to okay and Hikaru had jumped out of his seat, had beat the shit out of him because he dared to think so. Haruhi is ours, he tells Kaoru sitting outside of the principle’s office, yours and mine, and sharing our toy is out of the question.
But, Kaoru says to Hikaru’s bandaged and triumphant hand, what about Tamaki-dono, Honey-senpai…?
Hikaru leans back. It’s different. They’re family.
Tamaki, Kyouya, Honey and Mori, Kaoru and he are all priests in the temple of Haruhi, offering tributes of ootoro and instant coffee, bathing in her subtle radiance. Customers come and go but never stay long, and intruders are not allowed. Sometimes, he has poetic thoughts like this that not even Kaoru knows.
The principle scolds lightly but says little otherwise and of course, no one is punished. Afterwards, amidst the lord’s histrionic concern he sees her dark, round eyes watching them.
So troublesome, she says, a lilt of amusement to her tone, pushing out the syllables in so unsuspectingly beautiful a way that he can’t say anything in return. No, Haruhi can only be his, theirs, divided amongst the six of them. He won't share with anyone else, but...
How long, some subconscious part of him wonders, before he won’t share at all?
Day/Theme: 14 November / thieves in the temple
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Character/Pairing: Hikaru
Rating: PG
Word Count: 280
Kaoru says he was imagining things, but Hikaru saw him.
Those greedy eyes on the smooth skin of her wrist, following the round bone back and forth as she filled her lines with calculus. Just watching his dumb face had made his skin bristle; wetting his mouth, thinking ‘he looks so like a girl, doesn’t he, it almost makes it okay’.
But it’s not okay, it’s not even close to okay and Hikaru had jumped out of his seat, had beat the shit out of him because he dared to think so. Haruhi is ours, he tells Kaoru sitting outside of the principle’s office, yours and mine, and sharing our toy is out of the question.
But, Kaoru says to Hikaru’s bandaged and triumphant hand, what about Tamaki-dono, Honey-senpai…?
Hikaru leans back. It’s different. They’re family.
Tamaki, Kyouya, Honey and Mori, Kaoru and he are all priests in the temple of Haruhi, offering tributes of ootoro and instant coffee, bathing in her subtle radiance. Customers come and go but never stay long, and intruders are not allowed. Sometimes, he has poetic thoughts like this that not even Kaoru knows.
The principle scolds lightly but says little otherwise and of course, no one is punished. Afterwards, amidst the lord’s histrionic concern he sees her dark, round eyes watching them.
So troublesome, she says, a lilt of amusement to her tone, pushing out the syllables in so unsuspectingly beautiful a way that he can’t say anything in return. No, Haruhi can only be his, theirs, divided amongst the six of them. He won't share with anyone else, but...
How long, some subconscious part of him wonders, before he won’t share at all?