Perfect Harmony: Tamaki x Reader

Prologue

I sit in the quietest section of the ballroom and use my lap as a table. I begin writing down tips in my (favorite color) notebook on how to become an obnoxious Ouran High School student. I look around and take notes.

Wear fancy clothing.

Check.

Listen to classical music.

Check.

Play the piano.

Hell no.

Sour expression that looks like I just smelled a tu-

I drop my (f/c) pen. I feel everyone's eyes on me. What in the world is going on? A tall figure in a light tuxedo glides toward me. His hand is reaching for mine now. As I'm about to turn away, he pulls me into a bear hug.

"May I have this dance, (y/n)?" A hushed voice asks.