A Love Confession
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+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
11,662
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
A/N: I don't own Ouran High anything, nor do I make money off of this story. It's like I'm volunteering in the name of moe.
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The walk to Haruhi’s apartment was kept in a companionable discussion about the Host Club and its current doings. Mori didn’t say much, but he smiled gently as he listened to Haruhi voicing her concerns about the obnoxious individuals that had become prominent in her life. He responded to her simple questions with his usual shortness, but he was lost in thought and didn’t pay total attention to the girl at his side.
Inside his mind, Mori was thinking about what had just happened. He’d gone and called Haruhi cute without even meaning to; he couldn’t help himself. When he was tired, it was like he was drunk. He couldn’t remember anything that happened, and he tended to do some odd things. Last time he’d been that tired, he’d woken up under his bed, with Honey peering at him with a look of amusement from the mattress above. How he got there, he never asked.
But Haruhi had just asked him over to her apartment, with no hesitations or reservations, and her dad was going to be gone. It was like a dream come true; if he wanted, he could mold this fantasy into one of bliss. He’d be coming home with his Haru-chan, and she’d make him dinner and fawn over his every need, though he’d never ask her or expect her to. That’s just how she’d be.
Mori was rocked back to reality when he realized that Haruhi was looking up at him quizzically, tugging lightly on his sleeve as they were walking. “Mori-senpai? Are you ok? I said, do you want me to cook or get take-out? I just realized that we’re low on food.”
Haruhi was more than a little disturbed by the inattention of the man at her side; she thought he’d always be more in-tune with her than that. However, she figured he had important things to think about, and he was usually quiet anyway. Nothing weird about that, when it came to him.
“Let’s get take out. I’ll buy.” Mori flashed her his most secret smile, a perfectly happy grin that she’d never seen before, not even when he’d been with Honey.
“Um, but… Are you sure? I mean, we can split or something,” Haruhi replied nervously. She’d been sort of in a love-dazed position when she’d asked him over, and now she was wondering if she could really handle it. Sure, they loved each other, but it’s not like they were lovers yet or anything. When the word “lovers” crossed her mind, Haruhi swallowed hard. Was that what was going to happen? She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but the whole sex thing was as alien to her as Ouran had been.
“Yeah, Haruhi. It’s not a problem. I’d like to treat you.” Looking down sheepishly, he blushed lightly and added, “We can get some ootoro, if you want.”
Haruhi looked up at him and couldn’t help but giggle at the serious cuteness that was taking place. Slightly abashed, Mori blushed even more. “But we don’t have to, I mean… Um… If you don’t want to, you know, I understand.”
The girl smiled gently up into her love’s face. “I would love to try some ootoro with you. There’s a good place up the street a ways. Let’s put our stuff down in my place and then go, ok? I can change out of my uniform, that way people won’t keep staring-…” As Haruhi was saying this, she remembered that Mori also was in his uniform. It would be impolite of her to change, and for him to have to remain in his pristine suit. “Um, I’m sorry, Senpai. I forgot that you were still in your uniform, so I’ll keep mine on.”
Mori was delighted that Haruhi wanted to change into her street clothes. He loved seeing her as the feminine beauty that he thought she was. When she said she’d forgo that opportunity just because of him, he internally berated himself for not always having a change of clothes with him as he used to. “Haruhi, it’s ok. You can change clothes. I don’t mind, I’ll just take the jacket off.”
Haruhi sighed with relief. She didn’t have to pretend around Mori, he knew she was a girl anyway, and that he wouldn’t mind at all if she changed. With a heartwarming smile, Haruhi thanked the man. He was so kind, and she just adored him all the more for it.
When they reached her apartment, Haruhi ushered Mori up the stairs to her door and unlocked it. “Well, here we are, I guess. Please come in,” she said shyly. The girl quickly entered and found a pair of slippers for Mori to use while he was in her house. Motioning him to use them as he stepped inside, Haruhi addressed him about her apartment. He’d been there before, but he’d only been in the small living room and the kitchen area, so she felt like she’d need to give him a tour. Though it was early on in their “relationship”, she wanted to make it comfortable enough that he would enjoy spending time in her home.
“I know you’ve been here before, Mori-senpai, but you didn’t get to see everything. The bathroom and bedrooms are over there,” she said, pointing towards the opposite end of her home. “You’ll remember the kitchen and the living room.”
Mori smiled. He enjoyed Haruhi’s home; it was so cozy, not like the house he was used to. Like Honey’s family, their home wasn’t decorated and homely; it was more about spirituality than material comfort. Though he didn’t mind and was used to the lack of decoration, he liked to visit his friends’ homes that weren’t so sparsely furnished. It made him feel better for some reason.
“You can set your stuff down here on this futon, that way it won’t be on the floor.” Haruhi smiled, and offered to take his briefcase from him. “Here, I can do it.”
“Thank you, Haru-chan.” As soon as the familiar name popped out of his mouth, Mori froze in mortification. Did he really just let that one slip? He nervously looked at Haruhi to see her reaction. She had turned back to look at him, slightly startled that he’d called her Haru-chan.
She didn’t mind at all, but it was different. She liked it. Noticing that Mori was staring at her, slightly pink in the cheeks and with a frightened look in his eyes, she quickly reached out to touch his arm. “It’s ok, Mori-senpai. Erm, Mori?”
Mori let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, relieved that he hadn’t offended his love. He relaxed and smiled when she called him Mori. It was a few moments later when he realized that her hand was still on his arm. Without even thinking about it, he scooped up her hand and kissed the back of it gently.
Neither of them expected what happened next.
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A/N #2: So it's been forever since I've put up another chapter for this story... GOMEN NASAI!!! I promise I won't wait as long next time, k? Thanks to all those who have read and/or reviewed. I really appreciate the feedback, really really!
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The walk to Haruhi’s apartment was kept in a companionable discussion about the Host Club and its current doings. Mori didn’t say much, but he smiled gently as he listened to Haruhi voicing her concerns about the obnoxious individuals that had become prominent in her life. He responded to her simple questions with his usual shortness, but he was lost in thought and didn’t pay total attention to the girl at his side.
Inside his mind, Mori was thinking about what had just happened. He’d gone and called Haruhi cute without even meaning to; he couldn’t help himself. When he was tired, it was like he was drunk. He couldn’t remember anything that happened, and he tended to do some odd things. Last time he’d been that tired, he’d woken up under his bed, with Honey peering at him with a look of amusement from the mattress above. How he got there, he never asked.
But Haruhi had just asked him over to her apartment, with no hesitations or reservations, and her dad was going to be gone. It was like a dream come true; if he wanted, he could mold this fantasy into one of bliss. He’d be coming home with his Haru-chan, and she’d make him dinner and fawn over his every need, though he’d never ask her or expect her to. That’s just how she’d be.
Mori was rocked back to reality when he realized that Haruhi was looking up at him quizzically, tugging lightly on his sleeve as they were walking. “Mori-senpai? Are you ok? I said, do you want me to cook or get take-out? I just realized that we’re low on food.”
Haruhi was more than a little disturbed by the inattention of the man at her side; she thought he’d always be more in-tune with her than that. However, she figured he had important things to think about, and he was usually quiet anyway. Nothing weird about that, when it came to him.
“Let’s get take out. I’ll buy.” Mori flashed her his most secret smile, a perfectly happy grin that she’d never seen before, not even when he’d been with Honey.
“Um, but… Are you sure? I mean, we can split or something,” Haruhi replied nervously. She’d been sort of in a love-dazed position when she’d asked him over, and now she was wondering if she could really handle it. Sure, they loved each other, but it’s not like they were lovers yet or anything. When the word “lovers” crossed her mind, Haruhi swallowed hard. Was that what was going to happen? She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but the whole sex thing was as alien to her as Ouran had been.
“Yeah, Haruhi. It’s not a problem. I’d like to treat you.” Looking down sheepishly, he blushed lightly and added, “We can get some ootoro, if you want.”
Haruhi looked up at him and couldn’t help but giggle at the serious cuteness that was taking place. Slightly abashed, Mori blushed even more. “But we don’t have to, I mean… Um… If you don’t want to, you know, I understand.”
The girl smiled gently up into her love’s face. “I would love to try some ootoro with you. There’s a good place up the street a ways. Let’s put our stuff down in my place and then go, ok? I can change out of my uniform, that way people won’t keep staring-…” As Haruhi was saying this, she remembered that Mori also was in his uniform. It would be impolite of her to change, and for him to have to remain in his pristine suit. “Um, I’m sorry, Senpai. I forgot that you were still in your uniform, so I’ll keep mine on.”
Mori was delighted that Haruhi wanted to change into her street clothes. He loved seeing her as the feminine beauty that he thought she was. When she said she’d forgo that opportunity just because of him, he internally berated himself for not always having a change of clothes with him as he used to. “Haruhi, it’s ok. You can change clothes. I don’t mind, I’ll just take the jacket off.”
Haruhi sighed with relief. She didn’t have to pretend around Mori, he knew she was a girl anyway, and that he wouldn’t mind at all if she changed. With a heartwarming smile, Haruhi thanked the man. He was so kind, and she just adored him all the more for it.
When they reached her apartment, Haruhi ushered Mori up the stairs to her door and unlocked it. “Well, here we are, I guess. Please come in,” she said shyly. The girl quickly entered and found a pair of slippers for Mori to use while he was in her house. Motioning him to use them as he stepped inside, Haruhi addressed him about her apartment. He’d been there before, but he’d only been in the small living room and the kitchen area, so she felt like she’d need to give him a tour. Though it was early on in their “relationship”, she wanted to make it comfortable enough that he would enjoy spending time in her home.
“I know you’ve been here before, Mori-senpai, but you didn’t get to see everything. The bathroom and bedrooms are over there,” she said, pointing towards the opposite end of her home. “You’ll remember the kitchen and the living room.”
Mori smiled. He enjoyed Haruhi’s home; it was so cozy, not like the house he was used to. Like Honey’s family, their home wasn’t decorated and homely; it was more about spirituality than material comfort. Though he didn’t mind and was used to the lack of decoration, he liked to visit his friends’ homes that weren’t so sparsely furnished. It made him feel better for some reason.
“You can set your stuff down here on this futon, that way it won’t be on the floor.” Haruhi smiled, and offered to take his briefcase from him. “Here, I can do it.”
“Thank you, Haru-chan.” As soon as the familiar name popped out of his mouth, Mori froze in mortification. Did he really just let that one slip? He nervously looked at Haruhi to see her reaction. She had turned back to look at him, slightly startled that he’d called her Haru-chan.
She didn’t mind at all, but it was different. She liked it. Noticing that Mori was staring at her, slightly pink in the cheeks and with a frightened look in his eyes, she quickly reached out to touch his arm. “It’s ok, Mori-senpai. Erm, Mori?”
Mori let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, relieved that he hadn’t offended his love. He relaxed and smiled when she called him Mori. It was a few moments later when he realized that her hand was still on his arm. Without even thinking about it, he scooped up her hand and kissed the back of it gently.
Neither of them expected what happened next.
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A/N #2: So it's been forever since I've put up another chapter for this story... GOMEN NASAI!!! I promise I won't wait as long next time, k? Thanks to all those who have read and/or reviewed. I really appreciate the feedback, really really!