Birthday
Title: Birthday (lame, may change)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Tamaki and Haruhi celebrate his birthday together.
This was written special for the occasion of Tamaki's birthday X3 ♥
When Tamaki shut the door behind him and entered his small, dark apartment, the surrounding space was dark. He slowly removed his tie and coat as he walked farther into the living room. His hands, stained red from finger painting during arts and crafts time with the preschoolers he taught, smoothed themselves compulsively over his hair.
“Haruhi?” he called as he kicked off his shoes. He was met by the sound of silence, and his heart fell a little. “Oh, she’s out? She must have forgotten…” it came out in a soft whisper in the quiet air of the apartment, and when he felt a pair of gentle arms close around him from behind, he yelped in surprise.
“You really think I forgot?” Haruhi asked softly, her face pressed against the back of his shoulder. Tamaki smiled and flipped on the hall light, turning around to face her. Her now shoulder length hair was held up by the heart shaped barrettes he liked so well, and her face was shining with a kind of childlike excitement that made him want to tackle her.
“Well… for a moment I…”
“When have I ever forgotten your birthday?” Haruhi asked him. “I made you a cake and everything. It has blue icing just like you like, and I brought out the kotatsu for you, even though it’s not winter.”
“You… you did!?” Tamaki gasped, hardly daring to believe it. Haruhi nodded and smiled at him, and he lunged forward and crushed her in an embrace that she returned wholeheartedly without any of her old irritated grumblings from their teenage years. “You’re the best, Haruhi! I love you!”
Haruhi laughed a little as he twirled her around and then set her down. “I love you too,” she assured him.
“You have icing on your nose,” Tamaki observed. “And you’re wearing that dress that I bought you on your birthday!” it was a frilly yellow dress accented with pink, and the vast amount of fluff to the skirt assured that Haruhi rarely wore it.
“Well…” Haruhi began a little sheepishly, never good with articulating her feelings. “I thought you might like it if I wore it. Especially if we’re going to be having ramen for dinner. Dresses and ramen go together well, don’t you think?”
“This is the best birthday ever!” Tamaki declared as Haruhi pulled him by the hand into the tiny kitchen and dining room combo where dinner was already waiting on the kotatsu she had indeed prepared. “I can’t think of much else I could possibly need. I have the most wonderful fiancé in the world and nothing could make this day more wonderful!”
“Hold on,” Haruhi said with a smile. “You haven’t even gotten your present yet.”
“But this is even better than a present,” Tamaki assured Haruhi, kissing her cheek. Sitting beside her at the kotatsu with the heater beneath warming his already warm legs, he could not stop beaming widely like an excited schoolboy. Ecstatic, he put his pork ramen back down and attacked Haruhi with a tight embrace, making her drop her chopsticks and wheeze a little before she returned it, melting comfortably into his chest.
“Happy birthday, Tamaki,” she said softly, and Tamaki placed several soft kisses on her head and smiled.
“It really is.”
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Tamaki and Haruhi celebrate his birthday together.
This was written special for the occasion of Tamaki's birthday X3 ♥
When Tamaki shut the door behind him and entered his small, dark apartment, the surrounding space was dark. He slowly removed his tie and coat as he walked farther into the living room. His hands, stained red from finger painting during arts and crafts time with the preschoolers he taught, smoothed themselves compulsively over his hair.
“Haruhi?” he called as he kicked off his shoes. He was met by the sound of silence, and his heart fell a little. “Oh, she’s out? She must have forgotten…” it came out in a soft whisper in the quiet air of the apartment, and when he felt a pair of gentle arms close around him from behind, he yelped in surprise.
“You really think I forgot?” Haruhi asked softly, her face pressed against the back of his shoulder. Tamaki smiled and flipped on the hall light, turning around to face her. Her now shoulder length hair was held up by the heart shaped barrettes he liked so well, and her face was shining with a kind of childlike excitement that made him want to tackle her.
“Well… for a moment I…”
“When have I ever forgotten your birthday?” Haruhi asked him. “I made you a cake and everything. It has blue icing just like you like, and I brought out the kotatsu for you, even though it’s not winter.”
“You… you did!?” Tamaki gasped, hardly daring to believe it. Haruhi nodded and smiled at him, and he lunged forward and crushed her in an embrace that she returned wholeheartedly without any of her old irritated grumblings from their teenage years. “You’re the best, Haruhi! I love you!”
Haruhi laughed a little as he twirled her around and then set her down. “I love you too,” she assured him.
“You have icing on your nose,” Tamaki observed. “And you’re wearing that dress that I bought you on your birthday!” it was a frilly yellow dress accented with pink, and the vast amount of fluff to the skirt assured that Haruhi rarely wore it.
“Well…” Haruhi began a little sheepishly, never good with articulating her feelings. “I thought you might like it if I wore it. Especially if we’re going to be having ramen for dinner. Dresses and ramen go together well, don’t you think?”
“This is the best birthday ever!” Tamaki declared as Haruhi pulled him by the hand into the tiny kitchen and dining room combo where dinner was already waiting on the kotatsu she had indeed prepared. “I can’t think of much else I could possibly need. I have the most wonderful fiancé in the world and nothing could make this day more wonderful!”
“Hold on,” Haruhi said with a smile. “You haven’t even gotten your present yet.”
“But this is even better than a present,” Tamaki assured Haruhi, kissing her cheek. Sitting beside her at the kotatsu with the heater beneath warming his already warm legs, he could not stop beaming widely like an excited schoolboy. Ecstatic, he put his pork ramen back down and attacked Haruhi with a tight embrace, making her drop her chopsticks and wheeze a little before she returned it, melting comfortably into his chest.
“Happy birthday, Tamaki,” she said softly, and Tamaki placed several soft kisses on her head and smiled.
“It really is.”