TamaHaru- HeatIn the glowing light of the afternoon, Tamaki sits up in the futon, spurred on by the sound of Haruhi's sigh. The girl stands before the window, her back to him. He can tell she is staring pensively out into the bright spring world. As she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, he is aware of the sound of the crisp white linen hitting itself on his buttonup she wears, the one normally out of sight underneath his school blazer. The shirt is unbuttoned and one of her hands clutches it closed around her body, the other hand pressed against the sunny glass of the window to leave prints that she herself will gripe about later.
"What's wrong, Haruhi?" Tamaki asks, and Haruhi fidgets.
"Nothing," she mutters. Tamaki stretches a little and glances around the tiny room. Assorted articles of their regulation Ouran uniforms lay strewn across the floor, Haruhi's tie actually draped across the lamp on the table beside her futon, one leg of his slacks lying on the edge of the futon and the oth
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Haruhi rolled her shoulders back before preparing to leave the lecture hall. Her legal studies were over for a few months due to upcoming holidays, and she had no assignment to take up her precious free time. Haruhi Fujioka had three months of complete freedom.
She picked up her backpack which was stuffed with law textbooks, nearly struggling under its weight. She made her way up the center row of the classroom and out into the hall. She had a hard time seeing her way out because of all the other students packed practically wall-to-wall. She hadn't been gifted with stature, and thus couldn't see over the heads of many of the people surrounding her.
When Haruhi finally spotted the door, she made a beeline for it, weaving adeptly through the throbbing masses of students. Despite the care and caution she took, she still bumped into someone. Her nose touched his shoulder and brushed against the soft cotton of his shirt, the smell of expensive cologne invading her nostrils. Though Haru
TamaHaru- Romeo and HaruhiHaruhi had never exactly been "normal", but anyone's standards. Raised for most of her life by Ranka (or, as she preferred to call it, raising Ranka for most of her life), her perceptions of things were far different from those of other people. When most people saw a transvestite, they were at least a bit curious, but to Haruhi it was an everyday part of life. This was only one example, but it was the most glaringly obvious in Tamaki's eyes. There were a lot of odd things about Haruhi, he mused as he watched her finishing her homework assignment, lying on his stomach on her bed in the small Boston apartment with Antoinette swishing her tail beside him, but he loved her all that much more for them.
"Are you two going to sit there and watch me the whole time?" Haruhi asked, and Tamaki laughed a bit.
"Of course," he replied grandly, smiling as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. "We have to be there to whisk you away the moment you finish so that we may journey to the