Just His Type (An Ouran Highschool Host Club Story)

A Silent Melody

The wind began to pick up its pace, ruffling Michiru's hair. As it danced around her, stray strands of hair clung to her damp skin, bearing silent testimony to the tears that had cascaded down her face like raindrops. Michiru's heart thudded a relentless drumbeat in her ears, competing with the sighing winds and raindrops sprinkling on her skin. She remembered the rain immediately but found it unimportant at that point. She sat there gazing at the person who had interrupted her pity party. Her eyes, once so warm and clear, were now red-rimmed, the residue of tears still clinging to her lashes. Her lips trembled as she fought back the tears once more. 

It was Mori-senpai.

He was staring at her with a sympathetic look in his eyes, a hand still resting on her shoulder. His lips parted as if to say something, then closed and waited for her to decide on whether to talk to him or not. She sniffled softly and looked away from him, biting her lip. The silence was deafening, filled only with the sound of her erratic heartbeat pounding in her ears, an echo of the anguish that consumed her soul.

She hated this moment. She hated crying in front of people. Especially her senior and clubmate. She shook her head, eyes dull as she refused to stare.

"Mori-senpai... what... what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Host Club with the others?" She let out a shuddering breath. "I-I'm okay. You don't need to be here." She tried to smile at him weakly, but it only seemed to emphasize the pain she was feeling as she quickly looked away once more.

He hummed in response as he gently withdrew his hand from her shoulder. She kept her eyes shut tightly, trying to stem the flow of more tears. If she let them fall, they would gush forth uncontrollably, and she was determined not to cry any longer. She didn't want to cry anymore- not in front of him.

Michiru heard the sound of his footsteps. She quickly assumed he had left her to her own devices, leaving her in solitude. She let out an exhale; the weight of her emotions bore down on her once more, and the tears once again began to flow. As a tear dripped down her face, a soft thud next to her made her jump as a light blue blazer was suddenly draped over her shoulders. She had thought that Mori had abandoned her, yet there he was, sitting silently beside her as rain dripped down his face and as his shirt started to drench in the water. 

"Mori-senpai, it's raining. What are you—"

She flinched as his hand rested on her cheek, gently thumbing away her tear before his hand rested on her head- ruffling her hair slightly as he patted it. His gaze left her face as he moved his eyes forward. He stared at the hedges across from them while Michiru stared at him beside him with wide eyes. 

"It'll be okay."

"H-huh?" She opened her mouth to protest and say that there was nothing wrong, but he silenced her with another soft pat on her head.

"We'll find it." He said firmly.

She bit her lip, looking away. "You mean... my violin?"

"Hm." He nodded slightly at her words.

Michiru felt her heart flutter, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe. They would find her violin, wouldn't they? Surely, he would help her. "I... appreciate it." she managed to whisper, her voice thick with emotion. She hesitated, her eyes glistening with uncertainty. "Thank you, Mori-senpai, but..." She reached up and took his hand off of her head slowly. "I couldn't possibly ask you or the others for help. It would be too troublesome." She swallowed before continuing. "I don't want to be a bother." Michi then shivered as a cool breeze washed over them.

His expression remained calm, though she saw something flicker in his eyes before turning stoic again. She frowned slightly, looking up at him as he stood, brushing off invisible dirt from his clothing. She stared at him wide-eyed, wondering where the upperclassman was going.