Mitsukuni Haninozuka x Reader - Another Beach Trip Gone Wrong
Okay, I know this is probably unexpected since I made a big thing about writing for fandoms that aren't popular, and I know this one is, but I also said I'd be contributing to pairings and characters that don't get a lot of limelight even though I love the characters or ship the hell out of the pairings.
And there are almost no Honey stories! Ok, so these stories are going to be random, and I can't guarantee the next one will be Ouran again - in fact, I can more assuredly tell you that the next one most likely will NOT be Ouran. Onwards!
Title: Another Beach Trip Gone Wrong
Pairing: Haninozuka x Reader
Word count: 1,387
Rating: T, just to be safe even though this IS Honey, so...
Once again, you really weren't sure HOW you'd ended up in this situation, and you could finally sympathise with Haruhi's exasperation at the antics of the host club.
You'd been minding your own business; school had just let out for the summer, and you believed that today would just be a nice day to relax and sort of adjust to being able to sleep in until midday without having to get up for school or do any homework or studying. All in all, a peaceful, tranquil and host club free day.
But you immediately knew you were wrong the very moment you heard the duplicated laughter outside your window. Most people would be afraid, but you were simply exasperated; you knew what was going to happen next.
Bada bing bada boom, the next thing you know, you're sitting in the middle of the two hitachiin troublemakers on the way for a Host Club outing without all the females that usually attend. They were hoping to make an improvement on last time, where Haruhi doesn't almost die this time.
You sighed, taking a quick glance at the more mischievous twin, Kaoru, who was currently on the phone to 'the boss', who had taken the liberty to kidnap his 'beloved daughter' Haruhi. Kaoru caught your expression and simply laughed, flicking a strand of (h/c) hair into your face before whispering, "it won't be that bad, (y/n). We're all going to be there, which includes Ho"
"Don't even finish. That. Sentence," you interrupted with gritted teeth. Hikaru, who had just come off the phone, shared a glance and a grin with his younger brother
"Whatever you say," came the simultaneous reply.
"I cannot believe I am wearing this." You whined to Haruhi, who in your opinion looked a lot more innocent than you in her melon coloured one piece. You glanced down at your sky blue bikini and bottoms and sighed, what were the twins trying to say? They think Haruhi is some innocent angel and you're.... you growled once more.
Tamaki emerged in a pair of melon shorts, Kyoya in purple, Honey glad in pink (which was adorable), the twins in green and blue, and Mori in black. "Ok, men" said the main blond. "We're going to have a lot more fun than last time, which means mainly beach activity, not water activity" he narrowed his eyes at Haruhi, "because daddy wants to keep his daughters safe."
You joined in with the majority of games, but all that running around made you very hot. You decided that you would take your float and just... well, float on the surface of the water and cool your feet down. You weren't a confident swimmer when the waves were as choppy as they were, but you thought it would be okay, as long as you stayed in shallow water and in sight of your squad.
Giggling, you swiped up your float and began to clumsily make your way over the soft sand towards the waves ahead of you. The others were preoccupied with sharing out the cold watermelon, so nobody went with you. As soon as your toes hit the water you felt extremely relieved, and you couldn't wait to get further in. You waded a little deeper and then hopped on your float and dangled your arms and legs in the water. Just as you thought, the waves were a little choppy, but you felt perfectly safe on your float. That is, until you were suddenly knocked from it.
In most cases, you'd be able to quickly recover from such an occurrence, spit out any water and laugh it off. But the utter shock caused you to swallow a lot of seawater during your tumble, and you scraped your knee on an underwater rock. When you tried to rise the pain was unbearable, so you could just barely lift your mouth out of the water to greedily steal a few gasps of air before you floated under again. You began to doggy paddle as best you could towards shore, completely forgetting your raft at the moment. You found that you simply weren't getting anywhere and, to your horror, that the tide was pulling you away from shore. Just as your panic began to sky rocket, you saw a shock of blond hair - at first you believed it to be Tamaki, coming to rescue one of his daughters - and an arm slipped around your front, pulling you to the surface.
You noticed two things the moment you resurfaced: 1) you could not see any of your friends anyway, and you realised that the tide must have pulled you further down the beach, which is why nobody noticed sooner 2) the person holding you was not Tamaki. Tamaki's hands weren't that soft and small and gentle. You angled your head slightly to the side and met with a very stern and serious looking Honey. You had never seen him as he was at that moment, and in that same moment he looked more like a seventeen year old than ever you had seen him before.
As he dragged you until you became ankle deep in water he bent and hooked your arm around his shoulders. You looked at him curiously, but only for a brief moment because he immediately swiped his other arm until your legs and lifted you bridle style.
You were in absolute shock! This tiny four foot nine teen was able to pick you - taller and bigger than him - off of the ground as if he was simply cradling Usa-chan. Of course, he did do martial arts, and you'd seen him flip Tamaki-senpai once or twice when he'd been unfortunate enough to wake the senior. He gently set you down, and knelt beside you in the sand. You looked to him, smiling, in order to thank him, but the look on his face quickly wiped your smile away. He was still possessive of a very serious and mature expression, and he was almost searching your soul when he fixed his eyes on yours.
He finally spoke and his voice seemed deeper. "(n/n)-chan, I thought it was made clear at the beginning that we weren't going to swim. You could have been seriously hurt. " his voice was rising with each syllable, but you noted the slight crack in his voice that told you he was on the verge of tears.
"I'm so sorry, Honey-senpai." Was the only weak reply you could make.
"What if I hadn't been watching you? What if I wasn't so very observant of your every move because I -"
You were both silent for a few moments, and you finally found the courage to look up into his chocolate eyes. As soon as your eyes met, his eyes seemed to glimmer momentarily, and he surged forward, gripped both sides of your face and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened in shock at not only the confession that he felt the same way for you and you did for him, but also at his dominance! Despite his vigour, his lips moved very gently, very tentatively over yours, as if he was scared to break you or injure you further. Honey pulled away eventually and you both stared at each other; (e/c) to brown. You were the first to speak, "Mitsukuni, I'm in love with you." Like sugar in water, Honey's serious expression dissolved into one of utter bliss; normal Honey had returned. He began to lean in once more, although much more shyly now, but the sound of Tamaki's voice broke the spell and Honey gasped,
"Tama-chan and the others must be worried!" As he picked you up as he'd done. He began to slowly - you noted - carry you back to the others, being as gentle as he could with your injured leg.
Despite all that had happened, you didn't really want to leave it like this. Where did your relationship stand now? You took a deep breath, and raised your (e/c) eyes to his. "Honey, I love you." You breathed.
"I love you too, (n/n)-chan!" He smiled cutely down at you, before adjusting you in his arms so you could lay your head on his shoulder and rest.
Needless to say, a lot of explaining was demanded when you returned.