The Silence I Needed (Mori x Reader)

Party's Over, Time to Talk

Just another "I'm following the character's actual personality" thing, brought to you by the Ouran Fandom Wiki. "As a Host, he is considered the "Wild" type in the manga and the "Strong-Silent" type in the anime."

I spent the rest of the weekend with nothing but questions on my mind. Sorry? What exactly is he sorry for? He was awake when he was holding me during game time, but I could've moved at any time. Is he apologizing for that? Or does he know about how we ended up? Did he figure it out? Was he awake too and we both pretended to be asleep if only to stay there a little longer? And most recently:

"What the fuck? What does it all mean, Sophie?!" It's been almost two days and she's still laughing at me. Most of what she's been doing is listening to me go off. I've just been spouting bunches of questions I know she won't be able to answer.

Haruhi isn't much help either. On top of that, I still hadn't worked up the courage to tell Benio. "You're crushing on one of those insensitive, uneducated, unattractive heathens that calls themselves a host. Really now?" is what she'd most likely say. Something along those lines. But what do you know, Benio? You don't even know them that well.

"I'm not sure what to tell you, (Y/N). I do have one question for you, though: what do you want to happen?" Sophie had a point. I hadn't really thought about it. Well, I had thought about it, I just tried not to because I didn't like making a fool of myself. Sophie could without a doubt see the gears turning in my head and the redness brushing my cheeks. "(Y/N), talk to him!" She laughed. "You don't even have to talk about your feelings. Ask him if he had fun at the sleepover! Who knows, you might get to see him blush, if he remembers what he did." She's right. I hope.

By my last class the next day, I still hadn't been able to catch his attention. Is he avoiding me!? I had brought it up with Hunny on our way to the Music Room, but he only shrugged. "Who knows? According to Kyo-chan and Tama-chan, Takashi is a bit of a wild man. So, there's no telling where he is or what he's doing, (Y/N)-chan. I haven't seen him a lot either." Okay, avoiding me is one thing, but avoiding Hunny? Is he afraid of spilling his guts? Perhaps... Interesting.

When we got to the Music Room, Hunny and I parted ways. He wished Takashi and I luck with whatever we were going through. He winked at me when he said it. HE WINKED!? DOES HE ACTUALLY KNOW??? WHAT DOES HE KNOW???? Kyoya met up with me at the door and asked if I'd be seeing Haruhi again. I shook my head and requested Mori instead. "Ah, so things are progressing smoothly, I take it? Very good." He started writing in his notebook and I rolled my eyes. Why am I not surprised...

I made my way over to Mori's area. He was sitting at a table near Hunny's set up. He was always near Hunny, keeping an eye on him. How sweet. When I reached the table and the girls all huddled around it, Mori stood and turned in my direction. "Welcome." He bowed his head, almost like at the beginning of a kendo match. Then he winked at me. I knew that wink. That was a "play along" wink. I looked around at the girls that were screaming with heart-eyes at his welcome. I see. The rage of a hundred jealous fangirls could kill a woman. Exactly like Lobelia. I pulled my best shy pouty face and looked up at him.

"It-It's nice to be here." I whispered. "I'm kind of new and you looked so nice. I just had to come see you. Um... Mori-kun, are you okay?" I grinned a little. Ooh, this is fun. I could probably do a lot with this. Whatever you wanted to call the act I was pulling, it threw him off guard. He stared with surprised eyes and a faint blush across his cheeks as he stepped backwards. He ended up slipping on a... banana peel? Where the hell did that come from? Nevertheless, I was having fun with my "playing along" skills, and intended to keep going. I got down on my knees next to some of the other girls to check on him. "Are you okay, Mori-kun? Are you hurt? I couldn't stand it if something bad happened to you; I mean, I couldn't live with myself!" I fakely wept into another girl's shoulder, and she comforted me. I like this. This is so much fun.

Mori got up after that little display of mine. "I'm fine." Yeah, fine. But flustered. I can work with that. Hunny hopped over from his lounge area and onto Mori's shoulders.

"That was quite the fall. Are you okay, Takashi?" He nodded. "And you pretty ladies? Are you okay too?" Damn that smile of his. All the girls whined about his cuteness, and he climbed back off Mori to go back to his area. I learned early on that Haruhi was the only host you could hold a real conversation with. It's doable but harder to do with the twins and Hunny. Kyoya talks to the girls, but only when it benefits him or the club. Tamaki kind of talks at the girls, and they... let him, I guess. As for Mori, I would say I know him at least a little better than any of these other girls. He's very quiet. He only talks when he thinks it necessary. When he does speak though, it's meaningful, or kind. I love his voice. It kind of wrecks me sometimes.

So I sat there, just being quiet, while the other girls got almost nowhere with anything but yes or no questions. I watched out the window, waiting for something interesting to happen. After the girls had started talking amongst themselves, and had lost Mori's attention, I waved at him. He smiled, and I whispered. "We gotta get to kendo." As of the past week, Mori and I rode together to kendo. (It's something that public school attendees called "carpooling"). I left the table, pulling my cute act again in front of the girls. "I hope I can be your guest again tomorrow, Mori-kun." He held his cool and nodded with that charming smile. I then ran off embarrassed like the fangirl I had become. I was proud, but very, very embarrassed.

A few minutes later, Mori met me out at the front of the school with his kendo bag. We had to leave a few minutes apart so we didn't alert any guests that we'd be together after club too. Not that anything is going to happen. The ride to kendo was pretty quiet, aside from infuriating loud blush on my face. I need something to break the silence. I have to ask him. Anything. Anything at all. It was no good, and soon enough we were in the dojo. After practice. I'll get him after practice.

When class ended at the show of the moon, I told Mori's driver, Charley, that he could go home. Mori would be walking me home. His surprise was expected, so I pulled a wad of cash out of my bag and he was off. When Mori came outside, he was, of course, shocked, but I wasn't cutting corners this time. "Walk me home?" I meant it to be a demand, but my nerves got the better of me and it came out a shy question. He nodded, though. Good. I've got about 10 minutes to make my case..

"I never got the chance to ask, Mori: did you enjoy the sleepover?" His shoulders visibly stiffened and I continued, more confident than before. "I guess for the night, I was your host. It was my first time hosting a sleepover, and I had so much fun. I thought I'd miss my bed though, but those futons turned out to be super comfortable to sleep on. Right?" I smirked at him and he looked like he'd been shot.

"You-" I thought he was going to fess up to knowing something, but he changed the subject. Kind of. "You were cute today. Your mimic was great." Mimic? Now it was my turn to look shocked, but he continued, looking away from me. "Mitsukuni tells me I reach out a lot in my sleep. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable that night. I woke up and you were there asleep so I let you be..." He looked like the amount of words he was saying was suffocating. So I mustered my final amount of courage and took his hand.

"Takashi, can I kiss you?" Whether it was the use of his given name or the question itself, he definitely malfunctioned. He looked like he was experiencing too many emotions and thoughts at once for his poor stoic mind to handle. I let go of his hand and continued walking to my house, leaving him a little ways behind me.

"Wait." He huffed, coming up and grabbing my hand again. "Yes." He bent over to meet me in the kiss. My first kiss. Our first kiss. I loved the feeling of his lips against my own. And maybe I was foolish. Maybe this was going to get us into trouble. But there on the sidewalk under the moon was where I wanted to be. There on the sidewalk under the moon, in his arms.