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Ouran: In Full Bloom (Tamaki x Haruhi) |
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Well, this is a Tamaki x Haruhi ficlet I wrote for ouran_contest on livejournal. 8D It's ridiculously fluffy, but feel free to enjoy it anyway! XDDD heart
In Full Bloom
Her hair smells like the roses he so adores, and with one long, steady breath he takes it in. Freedom and safety, a haven from the complicated web that makes up his daily life. These are the things he finds in the soft, lingering moments when he holds her close. There is a fine line between freedom and carelessness, and he knows it. But he also knows that there is nothing else in the world that makes him feel this way.
In the golden haze of summer, the days pass like dragonflies, fluttering beats of happiness and worry. What will become of them after this brief time they have together? What will happen when autumn comes and Tamaki must depart for college in France, while Haruhi stays in Japan to complete her final year at Ouran? It is this sense of uncertainty that grips him when he least expects it, such as times like this as he embraces her in the Suoh mansion’s courtyard, surrounded by a thousand roses in full bloom. Around her, he blooms just as they do, and it makes him smile to realize that she must feel it too, this deep connection they have forged over the years they have known each other.
“I’m going to miss you, Tamaki-sempai…” she says softly, and he can’t help but smile, doing his best to swallow the worry that lumps up in his throat. She is the first person who has ever given him the courage to stand up to his grandmother. She was dead against his studying abroad, and the fact that he is going anyway signifies that something very big has happened, a shift in his reality. It’s all thanks to Haruhi that he was able to free himself from his grandmother’s stifling influence. He owes her everything, and he feels gratitude well up inside of him when he realizes that she has done all she can to help him go, though she does not want him to leave her. She is independent, but she can not hide this truth.
“I’ll miss you too, Haruhi,” he takes her hands in his as he has so many times in the past, and feels that electric charge at touching her. His eyes twinkle as he speaks. “But I have a surprise for you…” she looks at him, questioning, and he almost giggles with sheer delight. He has brought the gift for her out into the courtyard, knowing that neither of them will want to go inside on a day like this. He holds it up and for a moment she says nothing, but then takes it from him with a kind of reverence.
“Thank you,” she says softly, looking down at the potted red rose in her hands. She smiles up at him. “This is so you’ll always be with me, isn’t it?” she asks, and he knows she knows him far too well. “Because you’re just like a rose.”
“Yes, that’s why. But no, I’m not… a rose is confined to the soil, Haruhi, but because of you I’m free to fly.”
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