𝐋𝐞 𝐑𝐞̂𝐯𝐞𝐮𝐫 // 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐨𝐡

iii. The Bully

— TURNS OUT, bullies weren't just a commoner commodity. Truthfully, (Y/N) wasn't sure what was worse: rich bullies, or regular bullies. Probably rich ones..

"Oh, it's you again."

(Y/N) turned to his left, scanning the girl at his side from head to toe. She was quite pretty, physically—with her silky, red hair and enticingly long eyelashes—but her voice expressed the contrary. "I bet you love Tamaki fawning over you. It's useless, though. You'll never be anything more than a disgusting homo."

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked, rhetorically, grinding his teeth in anger. She didn't answer, walking away like the prissy spoiled brat she is.

He stared at his drowning book bag, various papers and stationary submerged in the clear water of an Ouran Academy pond. Not only that, his violin had since gone missing. Honestly, what kind of point was this trying to make? What was the justification?

He cursed, rolling up the cuffs of his trousers and slipping off his socks and shoes. He had removed his blazer and tie only moments ago, undoing the first two buttons in an attempt to cool himself off. Typically, (Y/N) loved the feeling of water under his feet, but, not when it was sullied by pathetically trudging through it to retrieve your damp academic belongings. It was demeaning. Humiliating, even.

There was no sign of his violin, which just pissed him off even further. That instrument was a lot more than a fancy chunk of wood with strings attached to it; memories were sewn within its grain, memories of a home and family he would not see for a long time.

"Hey, newbie," called a familiar voice. (Y/N) looked over his shoulder, his once tense muscles relaxing the tiniest bit. Tamaki Suoh stood there, his flaxen locks gleaming like glitter under sunlight. "You've got some nerve skipping out on the club like that."

The blond then glanced at his feet, noticing a book bag and several notebooks leaving a circle of water atop the path they laid on. "Why's your bag all wet?"

"It's nothing," (Y/N) replied, reaching his hands back into the cool water to search for his lost wallet. He paid Tamaki no mind, hopeful the boy would leave. But, he didn't, much to Y/N's dismay.

Tamaki watched the boy for a moment, staring at a certain area he probably shouldn't have. It made his cheeks burn. He felt conflicted, suddenly, startled by these foreign feelings. He then shook his head, pushing those emotions away so he could forget them later. He slipped off his own shoes and socks, then, rolled up his blazer sleeves and the cuffs of his pants. He joined (Y/N) in the pond, copying his every motion as he searched through the water.

(Y/N) froze, staring at the boy who chose to join him. He was confused, utterly confused. "Tamaki-senpai, you don't have to-"

"Oh hush, a little water never hurt anyone," he said, his voice gentle and not at all superficial. "Besides, people are always telling me that I'm dripping with good looks."

(Y/N) felt his heart beat harder, his eyes passing over every curve in Tamaki's body. His initial opinions dispersed. Wow, Tamaki Suoh did have the capacity to be genuine after all.

"Oh, hang on a second. This what you're looking for?" the blond in question inquired, straightening his posture as he held up a pudgy leather square. He walked towards (Y/N), amused by the gobsmacked expression on his face. The raised eyebrows, the parted lips, the wide eyes, everything was just so adorably humorous. "What's the matter? You're staring off into space." The blond waved the wallet across (Y/N)'s face. "You're not falling for me are you?" he asked cheekily.

"Hah." (Y/N) snatched the wallet from Tamaki's grip, his gaze flickering from one purple iris to the other. "In your dreams, pretty boy."

"You think I'm pretty?"

(Y/N) laughed, his hand smoothing back the hair over his eyes. "I'd be a fool not to, dumbass."

Tamaki was used to receiving compliments from girls, hell, he was used to women practically frothing at the mouth over him. But, having this boy say he was pretty almost forced his heart to stop. However, this time, he didn't push away that feeling. He felt happy. He let a smile creep onto his face as he watched (Y/N) laugh, noticing features he hadn't initially seen: almost invisible freckles that danced across his nose and cheeks, long feminine eyelashes, his slightly imperfect teeth, even small pimple scars around his chin and forehead. All of it was beautiful, in its own way. He was beautiful, in his own way. Tamaki chuckled, then chortled, then laughed.