His White Rose {Tamaki Suoh x Female Reader}

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The beautiful blonde boy gulped. "Do I... want to stay over?" he repeated, trying to see if he'd heard his crush correctly.

"Yup," (Y/N) shrugged, hoping she was keeping her cool. Internally, she was panicking. She had not prepared for this one bit; Carla and Langa would endlessly tease her, there was a possibility of her father seeing and, most importantly, there was only one bed.

Tamaki brushed his bangs in front of his face in attempt to cover his quickly reddening face. (Y/N) felt honoured that she could make the Host Club's King blush with just a simple question and found it cute how red he got. "Sure, that'd be nice," he replied in a small and flustered voice.

Although (Y/N) knew her and Tamaki wouldn't ever become more than friends, she decided that, for that night, she'd ignore it. She would pretend everything was okay. She'd pretend they had the chance to date and she'd pretend she wasn't going to marry somebody else.

Shakily, she breathed in. "Okay," she said to herself reassuringly, making sure her emotions were in check rather than being all over the place. Then, she grabbed Tamaki's hand. "Follow me," she semi-smiled, gently pulling the blonde in the direction of her room. The pair had to be extremely quiet as they tip-toed through the hallways - one wrong step and people would wake... and people would find out what had been going on.

Every light step taken in the direction of (Y/N)'s bedroom make Tamaki's heart pound just a little harder; he couldn't believe they'd be sleeping in the same bed. Yes, they had before at a sleepover, but it was different before, they hadn't confessed their feelings to one another back then.

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Once inside the room, (Y/N) begun digging in her draws for pyjamas for herself. On her bed sat Tamaki, who watched the girl in the silent night. The girl had picked out a two piece pyjama set of shorts and a spaghetti strap lace top. On the white pyjamas were a small, detailed repetitive pattern of green flowers - something (Y/N) found very fitting seeing as her 'rose colour' was green.

As she made her way from her draws to the bed to get her phone, (Y/N) came to the realisation that Tamaki had no pyjamas or clothes for the next day. With the realisation, her pace slowed. "Ah," she said, catching Tamaki's attention, "Tamaki, you have no other clothes," she sheepishly said.

It seemed the boy had already taken the matter into account as her seemed unphased by the statement. "Correct," he nodded.

"Well, what are you going to do?" she asked slowly, getting distracted from the fact she needed to change and instead placing herself on the bed next to the blonde. Her head hit his shoulder as she ponded on how they could go about the situation.

The boy cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well." His manner was well-spoken, which made it clear he was going to say something either awkward or flirty... or maybe both. "At home I..." The boy paused.

"You...?" continued (Y/N) jokingly.

"Sleep in my underwear," he finished, gazing at the girl who'd now lifted her head from his shoulder. "Now, before you say anything, if you're uncomfortable with that, I'll sleep in my suit or just go to Kyoya's," he added quickly, not wanting to freak the girl he liked out. It was surprising how well he was doing to maintain eye contact after he'd declared what he had just did.

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to blush. "Um... no I think that's okay," she weakly replied, standing from the bed and rushing to her vanity mirror to check how red her face had gotten. It was rather red.

(Obvi if you guys as readers don't want him to do that just pretend he didn't!)

"Cool," he replied in a breathy way.