TamaHaru Oneshots

Tamaki is Sick!?

Tamaki slowly rose from his comfortable bed, his flushed face feeling as if it were on fire and his throat felt like it was ravished in thorns.

He loudly let out a nasty cough that he could feel deep in his chest, giving him heartburn.

"Fuuuuck," He complained, dramatically dragging out the vowel sound.

Tamaki immediately rushed to grab his boujee flip phone. Quickly typing out his last words, as he would put it. "I'm dyingg." Almost straight away, he got a message from the 'mean' Kyoya that read, "Boohoo Tamaki, get a grip."

Hurt and heartbroken, Tamaki childishly pouted at the bright screen and shut his phone off. "Who is going to save me now that I'm sick?" He whined noisily, immediately stopping when he got an idea.

He rushed to open his phone back up, messaging Haruhi, "haruhi~ I'm sick... and I need helpppp."

After a minute or two he received a quick text back from her. "You have maids, upon maids, upon maids, make them take care of your rich butt."

"Ugh! Why is everyone being so mean today!?" Tamaki pouted, his bottom lip quivering with tears rapidly coming out of his eyes.

He slowly took a deep breath and started to type again, "Please? I really want to see you." He was getting desperate, like, really desperate.

He got a message back instantly this time. "Only if you cut off some of my debt. I'm going to have to miss school to take care of your ass so I need something in return."

Ecstatic, Tamaki squealed at the top of his lungs, having him endure a sharp pain in his throat. But as long as he saw Haruhi, he would be forever content.

He quickly responded to Haruhi, telling her that someone was going to come and pick her up and bring her to his house.

Haruhi paused, but sent a thumbs up in response, sealing the deal.

It only took around 35 minutes for Haruhi to arrive, but to him it felt like forever.

He quickly rushed down the many staircases to get to her, but stopped in front of her in a coughing fit.

"Haruhi! You're here!" He exclaimed after his lungs recovered, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

Haruhi gently and slowly wrapped her arms around Tamaki, leaning into his embrace despite the fact he was terribly sick.

"You sound really congested, Senpai." She observed awkwardly, with a concerned look plastered on her face.

Tamaki didn't respond, choosing to silently dart towards his room with his hand holding onto Haruhi's small wrist.

"Hey! Senpai! Slow down!" Haruhi shrieked, trying to keep up with Tamaki's pace.

Once they made it to Tamaki's bedroom Haruhi had to pause to catch her breath. "Goodness Senpai, for someone who's 'dying' you can run insanely fast."

He, again, ignored her and laid in his bed. "Take care of me."

"...Part of me feels like you're into this sort of thing." She murmured while taking out a small towel, drenching it in cool water, and placing it on Tamaki's forehead.

There was a soft glint of shimmer in Tamaki's eyes whenever he looked at Haruhi, it was very clear to anyone passing by that the boy was in love with her.

"I'm not into anything for your information!" He shouted, defensive and not wanting to reveal the more kinkier side of him.

All Haruhi could do was dramatically roll her eyes in response.