His White Rose {Tamaki Suoh x Female Reader}

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"God, you're oblivious. I need to talk to you when everyone leaves." 

Those words caught Ryuk's attention. Coincidentally, Carla had said that whilst walking past his room, which the door to was left slightly ajar. He immediately knew what the cherry-red haired girl was going to tell (Y/N). It was about her and Tamaki. Naturally, Ryuk was not having it.

Checking the hallways were clear from his girlfriend and her friendship group, Ryuk made his way to (Y/N)'s Father, his Father-in-Law. "Mister (Y/LN)?" he asked from outside of the uptight man's door.

"Ryuk? Come in!" the voice on the other side of the door replied. Upon request, Ryuk slipped into the room silently. 

Meeting eyes with (Y/N)'s Father, Ryuk's eyes turned saddened and his lips tugged downwards into a frown. "I have something terrible I'd like to report to you, Mr (Y/LN)."

"What is it my boy?"

"The staff here. Specifically Carla, (Y/N)'s personal maid." Sorrow was written all over Ryuk's face, but inside, his heart couldn't be any less sorrowful. In fact, it was more like cruelty. Ryuk watched as the man he could so easily fool raised a brow and urged him to continue the story. "Well, earlier I saw her snooping through (Y/N)'s room. She was going through her jewellery and I'm certain I even saw her take some things. It upsets me to say this as I know how close my dear (Y/N) and the maid are... but I felt it needed to be reported to you."

Mr (Y/LN) nodded his head. "Yes, thank you for your honesty Ryuk. I'll make sure the matter is seen to."

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Despite it being late, none of the Host Club members slept over. Once finished waving everybody off at the front door, (Y/N) and Carla turned to one another. "My room. Now!" (Y/N) squealed, grabbing Carla's wrist. She couldn't wait to hear what Carla had to say; throughout the rest of the time the Hosts had been round, whenever Tamaki and (Y/N) had stood next to each other, Carla had been pulling kissy faces or even making a love heart with her hands. For some reason, it embarrassed (Y/N), but also kind of... made her happy?

The bedroom door slammed and (Y/N) ran to her bed, followed by Carla. They got comfy with many pillows and throw blankets and excitedly started their gossip session. 

"Before you say anything... I need to know your thoughts on everyone!" (Y/N) said excitedly, reaching her hand into a packet of sweets the pair had got on their way upstairs. She was really happy Carla had met the Hosts, it was a nice feeling knowing the people she was closest in life to had met and - hopefully - had got on well. "Lets go in colour hair order, starting with..." she paused. "Black hair!"

"Well, Kyoya was very nice - if not a little reserved... he's low-key handsome too." Muffled giggles came from Carla and the pillow her face was buried in, while a loud gasp came from (Y/N). 

"You liked Kyoya?!" she asked as Carla nodded. "...Okay, I'll admit he is attractive, but the personality is what throws me off. Or well, the personality he shows. I once talked to him when he didn't have that persona of his, I liked that."

"Lucky! Do you want to hear about what I think of Mori?" asked Carla, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"Do I?" (Y/N) practically screamed, stuffing her face with more snacks. (Y/N) had had a suspicion either Mori or Haruhi would be Carla's pick from the Hosts and she was itching to find out who.

"He's cute~" replied the girl with a blush. "I love his height and the way he's so silent is just so..." Carla continued in a dream-like voice. 

"I knew it! Mori senpai is soooo your type!" giggled (Y/N), playfully nudging Carla as she spoke.