One Way or Another

#01: Ouran High School Host Club (Kyōya & Haruhi)
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A pair of critical eyes watched the screen while typing away at plans that would be executed the next day. After a while, soft footsteps could be heard within the empty music room.
"Rest for a bit, Kyōya."
Kyōya looked up at his girlfriend. Without a second thought, he put away his notebook and glasses before pulling his girlfriend and kouhai into his lap. Holding her small waist, he urged her closer and planted a soft kiss on her small lips. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as he deepened their passionate kiss. He absentmindedly pondered how long they had been together. It felt like forever.
The club had ended for the day. As usual, the ones who were left behind were him and Haruhi in the music room. She would tidy up the room while he would prepare everything for the next day's theme. Usually, she would return home as soon as she finished, but today, she didn't.
"Kyōya-senpai, may I ask you a couple questions?"
He gazed up at Haruhi, who took a seat across from him after putting a cup of tea in front of him on the table. As their eyes met, they maintained eye contact for awhile. "You may."
"Why do you never entertain the girls?"
Surprised at her unexpected question, he blinked.
Before he could say a word, she added, "I know we need someone like you to keep the club running, but with your intelligence, I don't think it's difficult for you to multi-task."
Did she realize that she was complimenting him? He smirked. "You're wrong about that, Haruhi."
A deep frown marred her face.
"I always entertain one girl every day."
She looked away from him before hesitantly asking, "Who?"
The urge to chuckle was unbearable. "Do you really want to know her?"
Looking back at him, she shrugged. "If you want to introduce her to me, why not?"
He detected a hint of sadness or disappointment in her voice. "You know her better than I do."
She blinked in confusion, but eventually, it dawned on her. Watching her eyes slowly widen was enough to make him smile. Finally, he let out a small laugh as she turned scarlet. He didn't know what she was thinking as she suddenly cupped his face, but before she realized what she was doing, he pressed his lips against hers. He had been waiting for the chance to taste her pouty lips. Happiness filled his being as she relaxed and returned his kiss. Neither knew how long they kissed before breaking apart breathlessly. Surprisingly, they didn't feel awkward afterwards. It seemed so natural for them to kiss one another.
From that day onwards, she stayed late with him after club activities ended. He would prepare plans for the next day while she did her studies or homework. But before dusk, he would send her back. It had become some sort of habit for both of them; before leaving her, he would kiss her on the brow. On that particular day, none of them noticed her father until he squealed loudly about his precious daughter having grown up. Their routine went on until that day.
They were careless. Alright, it was not on purpose as he just forgot everything around him when they were alone. Furthermore, they had done the same routine without interruption for two months. As they were busy exploring each other's body, they didn't hear Tamaki and the rest of the club members come in. It was Tamaki's horrified voice that alerted them. Luckily, they were still wearing their white undershirts, so nothing inappropriate was shown before their eyes. In fact, that day was the first time they truly made out. Any other day, they were just kissing as he didn't want to invade Haruhi's comfort zone until she gave the green light. Everyone else was at a loss for words, but before he had the chance to register what was happening, Hikaru had grabbed his collar and delivered a good punch to his left cheek that successfully threw him to the floor. Then, they heard Haruhi's scream for the first time.
Haruhi rushed to him. "Kyōya!"
He shook his head to clear his blurry vision.
"Are you alright, Kyōya?" she inquired while checking his face.
As he held Haruhi's trembling hands, he let out a painful smile. "Don't worry; I'm alright."
He remained still as Haruhi's shoulders shook.
She glared at Hikaru angrily. "That was uncalled for!"
Unhappy for being blamed, Hikaru snapped, "He's a bastard for touching you!"
Furious, Haruhi bit back, "For your information, Kyōya is my BOYFRIEND. You have no right to hit him!"
If they were under normal circumstances, Kyōya would have smiled. With her declaration, the club members finally realized they were seriously in a relationship. Not wanting to make the matter worse, he pulled Haruhi away from them. Kaoru and Hani-senpai also did the same to Hikaru, who wanted to lash out at him.
As expected, Haruhi protested, "Let me go, Kyōya. I need to tell that rich bastard of a boy that no one—"
"Haruhi, please. I'm alright. You should know I'm not that weak." Kyōya cupped her angry face as he looked into her eyes. "Calm down…"
He embraced her to ease her anger, and finally, she calmed down. As her body relaxed, he felt her small arms circle around him.
"I'm sorry…" she murmured, burying her face in his chest.
A few days ago, they had been talking about telling the club about their relationship. However, Haruhi wished to wait for awhile. Who was he to deny her?
The club was closed on the next day for obvious reasons. Surprisingly, Tamaki didn't say ridiculous things like 'Mommy shouldn't lay his hands on his daughter!' or start questioning him like mad.
The uncomfortable air dissipated slightly as Hani-senpai began, "Kyō-chan, do you love Haru-chan?"
The usual Hani-senpai, who always held the innocent façade, was gone. His serious expression was enough to tell Kyouya that Hani wanted to hear an honest answer. Kyouya looked at Haruhi, who was sitting right beside him. Tightening his hand around hers, he replied by looking into her eyes. "I really do."
It went without asking as Haruhi smiled at him. "I love you, too, Kyōya."
Love had never been vocally spoken between them until that faithful day. He was sure about his feelings, but he wasn't ready to tell her the truth. The attraction had always been there since she came to the music room. It grew even more after their meeting in the commoner's mall. She noticed what everyone else did not. His phone's vibration brought him back to Earth. To his dismay, Haruhi broke their heated kiss, but her flushed face and hazy eyes made him utterly happy. Kyōya sighed as he read the caller's name. Nevertheless, he answered the call, "Fuyumi-nee-san."
"Kyōya, you should bring Haruhi to my home now so that we can get ready for tonight's dinner!"
"It's still early, Nee-san," he tried to reason.
"Come on, Kyōya, you know it will take a lot of time to get ready."
Suddenly, Haruhi snatched the phone. "We'll be there in less than an hour, Fuyumi-nee-san."
"Haruhi! That's good. I'll wait for you. See you soon!"
Kyōya stared at Haruhi as she smiled. "We have to go now, Kyōya."
"I didn't know that you were so eager for this dinner."
"Yeah, tell that to yourself," she replied as she straightened her uniform.
He smiled mentally. Of course, he was more than pleased at this moment. Tonight's dinner was not an ordinary dinner. Haruhi would be officially introduced as his fiancée tonight. To everyone else, it would appear too fast, but within a month, he would be graduating from Ouran, and both felt slightly insecure about the distance. Thus, they agreed to follow the next step before marriage. Ranka was not ashamed to admit that he was more than happy that his daughter didn't choose Tamaki. Thankfully, their relationship with the club was back to normal even after Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai graduated last year.
"Kyōya, would you have ever told me about your feelings if I hadn't asked that question on that day?"
He gazed into her eyes before replying, "I would have."
Haruhi hugged his arm as they made their way out of the school. Despite her real gender, the girls still wished to see her in male uniform. Everyone within the school already knew about their relationship, so they were fine walking hand-in-hand now. In fact, their relationship was what made their club even more popular.
Tachibana opened the limo for them as Haruhi thanked him.
"Fuyumi's place, Tachibana," he stated without waiting for an answer.
As they sat across each other, Kyōya gazed at his soon-to-be fiancée. "No matter how subtle it is, I'll tell you how I feel in one way or another."
"That's good to hear," Haruhi murmured to herself before pulling him into a deep kiss.

The End

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