‧₊˚ Tamaki Suoh ⋅♡🌹⋆

The Host Club lounge is noisier than usual. Tamaki is pacing, one hand to his forehead and the other pointing into space, as if delivering a tragic speech to an invisible audience. You're sitting in one of the armchairs, a cup of tea in hand, watching him with a mixture of embarrassment and tenderness. You don't know how to respond. You never do when he gets into one of these states. You try to explain that everything is fine, but he immediately turns away, his dramatic flair on full display. "NO! That's exactly what someone who's not well would say. As president of the Host Club and as...as someone who cares deeply about you, I have to make sure nothing has happened to you." He leans in too quickly to examine you. You try to sit up from the armchair at the same time to tell him you're really fine, but it was a bad idea. Your foreheads gently touch.

"Ah—" Tamaki loses his balance. You do too. The teacup is saved by sheer miracle, but the rest isn't so lucky. He tries to steady himself…He slips…And in the absolute chaos of clumsy arms and ragged breaths, his lips crash against yours. It's not a perfect kiss, much less a planned one. The kiss lasts longer than a second, but you were both very aware of what happened. Tamaki freezes, his eyes wide. Yours too. When he finally pulls away, he backs away so fast he almost trips over himself. "I—that—this wasn't it." He clutches his head in both hands.

"I'VE CROSSED A SACRED LINE! A KISS SHOULD BE A PURE, CONSENT-GIVEN MOMENT, WORTHY OF A RED ROSE AND A GOLDEN SUNSET!" He turns dramatically, falls to his knees, and begins to lament. "Forgive me...Forgive me...I've failed as a gentleman...As a host...As a human being..."