The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

✿Chapter 11 : Lily of the Nile ✿

Special shoutout to @Night_Of_The_Blossom and all those silent readers for reading voting and reading my sad book of amateur writing :'). Y'all really make my day <3

Also I'm starting to really wanna make a MorixOC fanfic? I know the photographer plot is kinda overused by now but idk lmao I'm still looking for other plot options.
MorixOC fanfic anyone? 

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Sumire walked out with a wave and re-did her shoelaces. Stretching a bit, Sumire ran all the way through the school and to the rooftop, where a large fan and a bunch of petals were chilling.

Pushing the rooftop door open Sumire leaned against the doorway, catching her breath a bit.

It was showtime.

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Soft night breeze blew through the rooftop, ruffling Sumires hair a bit. It was quite cold but it had slipped her mind to bring a jacket which she now regretted since her dress didn't have sleeves in the first place.

For a rooftop, it looked really nice and fancy, Sumire can almost see the night sky's reflection on the floor.

Rubbing her shoulders a bit, Sumire waited for the show to start. She was supposed to turn on the fans and release the petals during the last dance and since she really didn't have anything to do and dancing wasn't her optimal activity, she figured she'd do it.

"Sumire"

Sumire spun around hands ready to punch.

"Oh it's just you"

"Is that any way to talk to your senpai?"

Sumire stuck her tongue out at Kyoya who now stood beside her, also looking down at the open area where the petal shower was supposed to fall.

A cloth draped over her shoulders catching Sumire by surprise. Looking at what it was a jacket, and beside her was now a jacketless Kyoya.

"Senpai, you don't have to", Sumire tried giving back the jacket, internally commenting that Kyoya looked extremely good with less clothing.

Kyoya just put it back on Sumire's shoulders and buttoned up the front.

A girl followed by boy ran into the middle of the grounds, bright spotlights lighting up. 

"Ah it's starting", Sumire dashed past and just as the music came on, pulling the lever that turned on the fans. 

With large gusts of wind, the petals blew off into the night sky, soft wind making the petals sway in tune of the music.

"I believe you owe me a dance"

Sumire spun around, Kyoya holding out a hand. 

Maybe it was the moonlight hitting just right, or his eyes reflecting the soft silver glow of his eyes that matched the subtle sparkle of what you can only see in the starlit sky. Either way, she liked the view.

"It seems that I do"

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Kyoya's hand rested just above Sumire's waist the other holding hers softly. The pair spun on the rooftop, sparks flying with every step they took.

"You dance pretty well", Kyoya observed, spinning Sumire.

Sumire fell back pretty snug into Kyoya's arms, "Learned from the best".

As the song came to a stop so did they. Sumire giggled at the last spin, for some reason, she never thought dancing was pretty fun. Or maybe it was just Kyoya.

"Ooh ooh lets see what's happening"

Sumire ran to the edge of the rooftop, looking below followed by a Kyoya shortly. 

Leaning on the rooftop, Sumire gasped in panic.

"AHHHH"

Alarmed, Kyoya asked, "What what's wrong"

"I haven't a picture of myself in this dress yet", Sumire pulled out her phone, "Senpai take a photo of me."

Sighing and shaking his head, Kyoya took Sumire's phone and took a few steps back. 

A few photos with a mix of good and silly poses Sumire skidded back and browsed at the photos.

"Ahhh", tapping the camera again, "Senpai smile" 

"I think we have established that I do not smile" 

"Boo"

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Sumire and Kyoya sat in the middle of the rooftop looking up at the stars. 

"Kyoyaaaa??? Sumireeeeeee??????????"

Voices echoed from the stairwell. The door swung open and out tumbled the host club.

"Sumire, there you are, Kyoya-senpai too", Haruhi walked over looking tired before plopping down beside them.

"Kyoya! The party was a success!", Tamaki jumped around like a child looking down below with Honey on Mori's shoulders feeling the cold night breeze.

The twins smirked devilishly, "So this is where you two have been"

"Don't even start with that bullshit", Sumire groaned.

"Language, Sumire"

Eventually it was getting pretty late and they made their way down to start heading home. 

Honey and Mori went off on their separate limo's while the rest of the club shared one. 

It was a quiet ride home, even the twins were snoozing cuddled up in a corner.

Tamaki was using Haruhi as a pillow and Haruhi was too tired herself to bother and just patted Tamaki's head.

Sumire stared at all the cuddling people before staring pointedly at Kyoya.

"Yes?", Kyoya asked typing away on his computer.

"Nothing nothing", Sumire pouted looking out the window, feeling warm and nice in Kyoya's jacket. 

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Short but sweet! I really didn't want to ruin the mood of the chapter so I decided to end this one right here. Hope y'all don't mind :')