The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

FINALE

No Eclair, No Tamaki family problems. I want this finale to revolve around Kyoya and Sumire, as it should. 

"A little bit higher please!" Sumire yelled up to the help that the school had acquired for the long awaited Ouran Festival. 

Flower garlands lined the halls of Ouran, but the grandest of all was in the main hall where the Host Club were finishing up the preparations for the festival. 

A small stream of guests littered the area, admiring the display and taking some food from the buffet on the side. 

Kyoya stood with a clipboard in hand, eyes furiously scanning the pages and scribbling every now and again. 

Haruhi and the twins wrestled the carriage horses that Tamaki insisted was vital to the festival, while Tamaki, Honey and Mori entertained the guests that roamed around. 

"Sumire," Kyoya called me and I turn to him, holding a bunch of flowers that I was arranging, "Parade is starting soon, we should get to our places. Here, let me help you."

Kyoya picked some of the flowers, placing them neatly in the vase and I look at him, an involuntary smile making its way onto my face. He raises a questioning eyebrow at me.

She shakes her head, handing him flowers to hide her smile.

"I'm not a host though? I'm not part of the parade," Sumire asked, confused.

Kyoya doesn't bat an eye, taking a daffodil from the flower pile and places it in my hair, "Your presence in the host club is a vital addition to our logistics. You are important to the club," his touch linger in my hair, his scent of mint and wood floated in between us, "And to me."

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We share a carriage are we rode through the parade, cheers from the student body erupt as we pass by as they throw presents and flowers at Kyoya. Surprisingly, Sumire gets some presents from the crowd too. 

"That was fun," she grinned, opening some chocolates that someone threw at her earlier that almost hit her face.

 Kyoya had a ghost of a smile on his face, a rare sight, "It's a lot calmer now, the last parade extended out into the next town and the horses got scared."

The parade circled back into Ouran and I offer Kyoya a chocolate, he was going to say no when I give him puppy eyes, and he relents.

We all go our separate ways to get ready for the night ball, Haruhi and Sumire camping in the backroom of the club room where we were dressing up. 

She smirked at Haruhi, who was actually making an effort to style her hair. 

"Trying to look pretty for someone?" she tease.

"Shut up."

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As the night wore on and the boys did their host duties, Sumire relaxed outside in the balcony. Muffled music floated through the walls as the ball went on.

The moon was high and bright, the pleasant breeze blowing through Ouran. Sumire breathed in the air, smelling fresh and like mint-- like  mint? 

She turns around to see Kyoya, in a neat suit, walking over and offering me a glass of champagne.

"Why, hello there," Sumire greet him, sipping on the glass, "you look handsome."

Kyoya's eyebrow raised a fraction before resuming his monotone expression, "And you look beautiful." He leaned on the balcony next to me, moonlight reflecting on his glasses.

Sumire fought back a giddy smile and stand next to him, comfortable silence between us.

"I'm happy you joined us."

She blinks at him, surprised at the sudden admission and gives him a smile, "Me too. It's been a crazy year. This festival is a nice way to end it."

Kyoya turns to look at her, and she returns the stare. He looked like he wanted to say something else, something more. 

Instead he takes Sumire's hand and kisses her knuckles, and says barely above a whisper, "Will you stay?" 

She wasn't sure if he was talking about the Host Club anymore, but she answers anyways.

"Yes."