Chicogal
falling with style
Tamaki gritted his teeth, irrationally angry at whoever was calling. But as he took out his phone and saw the name, guilt dropped into his chest. Marie. Completely unaware of what he had just done.
"Hello, Marie."
"No, I'm just at Haruhi's. Having some coffee. I'll see you a little later."
"Of course. See you later."
It was devoid of his usual affectionate words - darling, my love. Perhaps she had noticed. Perhaps she had not. He glanced at Haruhi as he slid his phone into his pocket.
"Life always interrupts at the worst moments, doesn't it?"
He sighed, coming closer to her again. His heart was thrumming in his chest and he was slightly flushed. Of course he wanted more of Haruhi - he always had. But he was first and foremost a gentleman. He would not ask, or push - especially when he was engaged. Tamaki knew he'd already crossed a line.
He absentmindedly reached forward to fiddle with a piece of her new, long hair.
"What were you saying? Let's...?"
~Asuka~
Asuka followed Mori's gaze as he looked around the house. It was only natural; she was curious to see what he thought of it. She noticed how his eyes lingered on the portrait of her father and herself. And yet, he was so polite that he did not even comment.
"That's my father," she explained with a small, sad smile.
A moment later, her uncle called out - "Here are your rooms!" She turned to follow his voice down the well-known passageway, that ended with two bedrooms opposite each other and a bathroom. Asuka naturally went into her usual room, thanking her uncle who had placed her bag on the bed. Yuki proceeded to come out and show Mori to his own bedroom, opposite hers. She took a seat on the small bed, smiling at the familiar creak.
"Hello, Marie."
"No, I'm just at Haruhi's. Having some coffee. I'll see you a little later."
"Of course. See you later."
It was devoid of his usual affectionate words - darling, my love. Perhaps she had noticed. Perhaps she had not. He glanced at Haruhi as he slid his phone into his pocket.
"Life always interrupts at the worst moments, doesn't it?"
He sighed, coming closer to her again. His heart was thrumming in his chest and he was slightly flushed. Of course he wanted more of Haruhi - he always had. But he was first and foremost a gentleman. He would not ask, or push - especially when he was engaged. Tamaki knew he'd already crossed a line.
He absentmindedly reached forward to fiddle with a piece of her new, long hair.
"What were you saying? Let's...?"
~Asuka~
Asuka followed Mori's gaze as he looked around the house. It was only natural; she was curious to see what he thought of it. She noticed how his eyes lingered on the portrait of her father and herself. And yet, he was so polite that he did not even comment.
"That's my father," she explained with a small, sad smile.
A moment later, her uncle called out - "Here are your rooms!" She turned to follow his voice down the well-known passageway, that ended with two bedrooms opposite each other and a bathroom. Asuka naturally went into her usual room, thanking her uncle who had placed her bag on the bed. Yuki proceeded to come out and show Mori to his own bedroom, opposite hers. She took a seat on the small bed, smiling at the familiar creak.
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