Hayate was sitting on a bench outside, the cool wind kissing his soft, pale skin; the wind blew his ginger-y hair, causing it to flutter. He was dressed to the nines as there was a dance tonight held by the Host club, he was hoping for some nice fun and at least one dance with his boyfriend, until that idiot got swooped up by a bunch of prissy girls. He was wearing a white button-up shirt that was buttoned almost all the way, black slacks, and a dark purple tie. He had rolled up the sleeves so he could make way for some bracelets on his wrist, a couple of them being gifts from his boyfriend; along with the locket around his neck.
He hummed along as the last song of the night came on; the cool air caused goose bumps to appear on the surface of his freckled, pale skin. Hearing a throat being cleared, he looked up through his dark lashes at his boyfriend, who wore a a tux with a purple tie that matched his; he looked up at him with a slight glare, upset he hadn't asked him to dance when the party was still going on.
Sure, he was last to arrive due to his overprotective brother not letting him leave the house, but they still could have danced. Although, a small part of him understood, he was a Host, either many girls would hate him and he'd be an enemy... or they would be obsessedly annoying about the gay host and his boyfriend. This was his first year at Ouran, and Takashi didn't want to ruin his chance at making some friends- he also didn't want the smaller boy to be surrounded by girls trying to make him go straight for them.
"Oh, now you notice me?" he muttered sarcastically, resting his hand on his hip.
"Let's dance," he spoke, Hayate read the emotion in his voice and in his eyes and stood up. Grabbing his hand begrudgingly, he gave a gasp of surprise as Takeshi pulled him close to his chest.
"I'm still expecting an apology," he murmured, resting his head against his taller boyfriends chest, letting his heartbeat soothe him.
"I'm sorry," he kissed the top of the boys head, wrapping his arms around his thin waist.
Once the song ended, he yawned and rubbed his eyes. A small gasp left his lips as he was yanked up, being carried like a bride (or groom) from the taller Host, a smile formed on his lips as he reached up and gave him a small kiss, "I love you," he muttered, snuggling into his chest, "Taka-Kun."
Takashi smiled at the small first-year in his arms, his lips were formed into a small 'o' and he started to snore, a clear indication he fell asleep, "I love you, too; Haya-Kun."
Meanwhile, the two didn't notice the shadow host him, "I did say something interesting towards the end of the night would happen."
