Kiss Kiss Now You're Gay [OHSHC FANFIC] (Tamaki x Male!Reader)

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You were quietly painting on that canvas work you've been dying all day to finish. You needed to relax after getting ambushed by fangirls every waking second. It's as if a fever of fangirls instantly hit and they aall swarmed to you as their target. You thought you wouldn't be busy at all and you could just paint the piano and violin and flute and saxophone you drew and had ready on the canvas. BOI WERE YOU WRONG!!! The second the club opened you felt as though you just pride your eyes away from your painting and four girls were all sitting there, all of them unfamiliar. The three of the, instantly geeked out the second they saw you look at all of them. You just rose an eyebrow and listened to them with whatever they had to say.

"Oh my god it's him! It's (name)! I feel like I'm going to faint! Aaaah!"

"Whatcha drawing, (name)-Kun? Whatever it is I mean positive it's amazing!"

"Wait wait Wait! I want to hear you okay piano again! Could you play piano again? I don't care what just play for us!"

"Shut up! He doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do! We're lucky he has made time for us anyways with the line of guests outside for him!"

You chuckled a little bit  moving your paints and a few things on the table so you could place your canvas down. You had almost the entire thing done woth the first coat of paint. The gold of the saxophone and the silver of the flute caught the light, the paint still wet unlike the rest of the artwork. You don't mind playing piano again. You always loved piano. Maybe you could get closer to Tamaki that way. He praised you last time, maybe just maybe he will praise you again. The four girls all looked amongst eachtoher, holding their breaths and smiling giddily. You only wondered how one piano solo made you so popular with girls... 

"If you really want me to, I don't mind playing another song on the piano. I just don't want anyone giving me too much credit. I'm not as good as everyone is saying, you know? Follow me."

You stood up and pushed your chair back in, leading the four over to the piano. You had confidence in your step for the first time in forever. Though it has only been three chapters, that major plot event made you feel like you had some true character development... For the better. You pull all four extra chairs from the nearby empty table that Renge always nags at the twins to set up just in case. You set them up in a Semi-Circle kind of way. You pulled the drapes over the piano and slid the bench in place. Kyoya must have noticed that you were about to play again. He began letting in everyone from your line and they all rushed over to the piano, sitting down ladylike on the floor. You tried not to think about the flood of fangirls entering and pulling out their cellphones. You sat down and played a few gentle notes, settling on the G note and holding it a second. You tried to close your eyes and distress. The silence that came with this moment was oddly eerie.

"On second thought... this is a little bit nerve wrecking. Ha ha..."

You laughed nervously and looked around for any of your friends to helpfully give you a look of sympathy. Whispers, chatter, and protests rang through the entire room. You met eyes with Tamaki, Haruhi, Hunni, And Sora. Hunni and Sora were both together at a table eating cake together, giving Mori a chance to get a table with Haruhi and entertain his guests with her. Both of them cheered loidlt and gave you thumbs up. Haruhi just nodded with a look of confirmation. Then there was Tamaki... He just stared at you with confidence, his normal smirk plastered over his lips and his blue eyes flinting. He held a rose in his hand. He was probably presenting it to one of his guests before everyone came flooding in, eager to hear your piano. There had to be thirty or forty girls sitting around you! Back to Tamaki. He flipped his hair, flashed you a smile, and tipped his rose to you like a glass. You felt your heart skip a beat and you looked back to the piano, cracking your knuckles before anything.