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Sumire's POV
I stand by the door as Haruhi's vomit sounds muffled through. How sad, those poor crabs.
Looking around I step further into the room, I wonder whose this is anyways.
"Sumire?"
I froze, uh oh I know that voice. I turn around to see Kyoya without a shirt and glasses, drying his hair. "Haruhi got sick and we were looking for a bathroom."
We stare at each other for a while, his eyes eventually going down to my hands. I hide my hands in my jacket pockets, digging them inside.
Kyoya made a deep sigh and sat down on his bed, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a medical kit similar to the one I had messed with earlier. Meeting my eyes again he motioned beside him, patting the space. God, he looks so hot right now. Well, it'll be worse if I run away.
I sit down on the bed as well, not wanting to look at him directly. "I'm sorry. About today I mean, I was careless."
"Your hands please," Kyoya just said as I did as he told, his fingers skillfully wrapping my knuckles. "Are you mad?
He finished wrapping my hand and picking up my other one, taking another roll of bandages out. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit bothered by your actions."
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, bowing my head. Kyoya finished up wrapping my hand and held it for a bit. "Kyoya-senpai?" I look up into his eyes, his gray eyes staring right back at mine. He lifted my hand over to his face, his lips slightly grazing my knuckles.
"Don't do anything like that again."
I nod silently, my eyes not leaving his. He was mesmerizing.
"Sumire I'm do- oh"
Haruhi. Why. I blink as my cheeks warmed, turning to Haruhi in a mix of glare and embarrassment. The door slammed open as Tamaki strolled in, "Kyoya do you have any lotion? This sunburn is worse than I- you bastard!"
His hand dropped mine and the warmth it had slowly faded as he threw a bottle of lotion at Tamaki, hitting him in the face.
Haruhi stood there, Tamaki eventually noticing her and the two having a staring contest. The same tension started to crop up as I look at both of them, Christ, just make out- I mean up already. The storm outside had started to pick up and a lightning flashed outside.
I stand up as well and grab Kyoya's wrist pulling him out of his room and shutting the door. There. Now they have to make up.
As I predicted a thunder roared shaking the villa, I hope Tamaki-senpai won't be a dweeb about it. Sighing I look over to Kyoya then bow my head a little. "I'll be going now." I turn around ready to go when a familiar hand on my shoulder stopped me. Weirdly enough, if it was anyone else I probably would have freaked out in my paranoid trauma inflicted state.
"Wait."
"Hm?"
I look back at Kyoya who fished something out of his pocket and showing it on his fingers, "One of my men handed this over earlier, I believe it's yours."
Oh thank god, I thought it was gone forever. I breathe sigh of relief as my necklace dangled from his slender fingers.
(A/n random thought but does anyone else find long fingers and veiny arms and hands hot? I'm sorry back to story)
"May I?"
It took a good second before I understood what he meant, I turn around and move my hair to the side, his arms encircling me for a second as he put the necklace back on me. I had a stupid smile on my face and these butterflies are killing me so bad right now.
"Oho what do we have here?"
Kyoya fixed my hair back before turning around, "Hikaru, Kaoru. Was there something you needed?"
"We're looking for boss. We're gonna push him and Haruhi to stop fighting already."
"Already done," I giggle pointing to the closed door, fiddling with my necklace, it felt somehow warm.
"Would they be okay though?" Hikaru asked, unsure.
"She is with the Prince Tamaki, what could go wrong?" Kyoya said smirking, I snort at the prince part. Haruhi's prince maybe.
Hikaru pushed onward to peek in the door to reveal, Haruhi in a blindfold. Maybe I stand corrected.
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Short chapter and i'm still coming out of hiatus mode, I really ran out of ideas for this one so it might feel rushed an stuff sowwy : <
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The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction
Hayran Kurgu***Updates every monday and friday gmt+8*** (8-24-21 -- ??) Sumire Shiraishi is the daughter of Japan's biggest flower and plant industry that sells and trades flowers and other plants locally and across the globe. A pretty shaky past but always h...