I should of noticed it right away. The way that Tamaki would take my hand when Mori entered the room. Or his slight grimaces when I would leave the table to chat with Kyoya about homework. Perhaps when Tamaki waited two hours after school to take me home when the Twins could've as well, even when it was inconvenient for Tamaki.
I didn't notice.
It's sad, it took for him to stop for me to notice. When my hand grew cold and I looked down upon it to only just realize it was because Tamaki's usual warmth was missing- instead his arms were around Haruhi, as he nuzzled her cheek for being a good daughter. And when I would leave to talk to Kyoya and realize the host club hours were over, and Tamaki had yet to come fetch me. Instead he'd be peaking over Haruhi's chair to watch over her hosting. And when I had no one to take me home because I told the Twins to go on because Tamaki was taking me- instead he had driven Haruhi in hopes of seeing where she lived.
He wasn't the one jealous anymore. Now it was me. And just like me, he'd never notice before it was too late. But unlike me, who was left alone, he'd have her.
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The Replaced
FanfictionThe most known story of the Ouran High School Host Club is that a commoner, Haruhi Fujioka gets sucked into the lives of six rich boys. She herself disguises as a boy to pay off a debt, but along the way all seven of them create bonds that make them...
