The Mysterious Type (OHSHC)

[23] The Return of the Lobelia Pests

We stood in an empty pathway, Takashi leaning against a pillar across from me as I leaned against the other one. We had slipped away while the others were talking about the fight and how amazing Honey was. I was a little surprised that he wanted to talk to me alone. 

"What did you want to talk about?" I watched as he pushed off the pillar and walked towards me before stopping and leaning in closer. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I stared wide eyed at him. His eyes scanned over me then settled on my face where he reached up and gently touched underneath the bandage. "T-Takashi?" His hand stayed as his gaze met mine. 

"You are hiding more than what you are letting on Shiro." I stayed quiet eyeing him for any sudden movement. "Ever since the mall when Mitsukuni dragged you away he has been acting weird." He sighed heavily his breath hitting my neck that sent shivers running down my spine. For a man who shared very little emotion I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes and how much I saw flickering behind them. "I'm asking you to please tell me who is doing this to you?" 

"I-" I hesitated. I wanted so badly to break down in front of him and tell him everything. To be in his arms and just let everything that has been weighing me down out to him. 

"Shiro," I couldn't help but flinch as his fingers traced my jawline. "You're suffering inside. I can see it. You have been for awhile now. I've stayed away to give you the space you needed. To see if you would come to me." He leaned in closer. His arm was resting above my head keeping me trapped against the pillar. 

"W-we're at school!" I barely whispered out glancing around for any prying eyes. 

"Everyone's left by now. School is out now." He said calmly. He was right the sun was already setting there wouldn't be that many people still here. "I told you that I cared for you the day at the graveyard. I'm worried." I moved my head slightly so I could look in in the eye. He was so close that I couldn't help the rush of heat that met my cheeks. Just the other day I had admitted to myself that I liked him and to have him this close was making my head spin. Could he possibly feel the same way? There is no way right? I mean he is a guy, not to mention that our families hate each other. It feels like some forbidden Romeo and Juliet story is unfolding before me. Does that make me Juliet? I mentally shook my head as my face heated up more. "Shiro?" I snapped back to our current position and felt every tension in my muscles relax. Maybe I should tell him after all the Host Club will all find out soon enough. Kyoya and Honey would be acting weird with trying to help me. 

'I give up' I thought as I picked up a hand and placed it against his chest. "Alright. I'll tell you." I was shocked when he suddenly pulled me forward into a hug. I blinked a couple times before I hugged back. After a few minutes he released me.  

"Before you do. I have something for you." I watched curiously as he reached into his pocket. "A gift from the fireworks festival."

"Ah Haruhi mentioned that you had it at the mall." I couldn't help the small smile that spread on my face. "What is it?" He extended it towards me as I took it gently. I pulled out a key chain that had 8 different colored roses on it. I tilted my head a little confused at such a girly gift. 

"It represents all of us in the club and our bond as a family. Each color matches to a member." I snapped my head towards him in shock. For such a small gift to mean so much. I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes and I blinked them back. "I thought you would like it." 

"Thank you." I said my voice straining not to cry. I took a deep breath. "Let's go inside. I don't want to be out here for what I am about to tell you." We headed inside and I took him to my hidden room at the other end of the school. Once we got there I told him everything. About my sisters death, how I wasn't really my father's son, how long that I have been abused, and how much I wanted to have it all go away.