[Ficlet] This Love
October 7, 2007
Actually, this one is more like a drabble, but, eh, it doesn’t matter… Though I do prefer Kyouya/Haruhi, this threesome works, too.
This Love
by Tomi
Often, Haruhi wonders if Kyouya ever notices her. When the five other Host Club members crowd around her, cooing her cuteness in the school’s female uniform, does he look at her and think: Haruhi looks cute today? Or is she just facts and percentages to him, like everything else?
Out of the corner of her eye, she watches him watch Tamaki, who is gushing over her, and thinks: Oh.
Later, after she has escaped the club’s attentions, she sits in the school’s maze of a garden and ponders her situation. How did she come to be stuck in a triangle? Haruhi doesn’t think she is unique enough for it. Haruhi is the commoner girl; she’s quite normal, if a little too practical in her thinking. Love, she knows through her family, is an easy, simple thing: simply, she loves her parents, and she always will. She has studied the other type of love by observing her public schoolmates, and though she understands its concepts (“I’m in love with you”; “Me too”;“Will you go out with me?”; “Yes/No”), she thinks a love triangle might be out of her league. Now that she is experiencing it, love (to her surprise) is actually quite complicated.
Who will be the one to sacrifice? Someone ultimately gets hurt in a situation like this.
Unless there was another way…
“I like you,” she murmurs, testing out the words to the sky.
“Haruhi,” Tamaki says, approaching her. He’s always the first one of the lot to look for her; Kyouya, the last—though Kyouya is always the first to know where she is, so she supposes he doesn’t have to do any looking.
“Tamaki-senpai,” she answers.
“Haruhi,” he says, flustered and passionately cautious, “what you just said—” His eyes are wide with curiosity and worry, his hands flailing at his side.
“I like you,” she repeats simply, smiling faintly because Tamaki-senpai has always been very sweet to her. Tamaki is also a simple person, and suddenly, this love doesn’t seem so complicated anymore. Haruhi has her answer now. “But I think you should love Kyouya-senpai more.”
“Eh? Kyouya??” Tamaki blinks.
Haruhi nods patiently and smiles again, reaching her hand out towards him. He blinks at the unexpected gesture and, out of gentlemanly instinct, takes her hand.
“Haruhi,” he says again, lost.
“I love Kyouya-senpai,” she declares. She tightens her fingers around his. “You do, too,” she knows, “so let’s both love him. Together. Right now, he’s—”
“Conflicted,” Tamaki finishes, smiling as he finally understands, as she knew he would. Love is simple when it comes to Suou Tamaki. She thinks he’ll make it simple for all of them. He’s special like that.
“Yes,” he says, bubbly self again and pulling her against him. He tells her: “There are only two people in this world he can never beat: you and me.”
With him, she knows.
