Tamaki X Haruhi Novels & Stories

Tae Min pretended not to hear. Inside the classroom, their seats were far apart. Haru sat near the front. Tae Min sat near the back. Too far. Tae Min leaned back in his chair, watching Haru discreetly. Haru’s seatmate, Taki, leaned closer. “What’s first period again?” “Japanese,” Taki replied. “You okay? You look tired.” Haru rested his head on his desk. “Just didn’t sleep well.” Taki reached over and lightly touched Haru’s forehead.

On the first day that she came back she had a lot of fun with James and Jaden which was why she was beaming and it made Marco suspicious so she made sure to never showed such kind of emotions on her face again. Every day after marco left she would sneak downstairs and spend time with James and Jaden. the two of them were hilarious with each other. They were great friends but that did not stop them from fighting with each other every passing minute and they made an hilarious duo. James was a little laid-back and usually liked to take risk and have fun, Jaden on the other hand was more of a mature person and took everything very seriously.

Mika’s teasing felt sharper now, her comments about their bestie vibes landing closer to the truth than she knew. Haru, oblivious, launched into a story about a classmate’s scandal, but Yuri barely listened. Her mind was on Akari, the way her laugh lit up the room, the way her fingers lingered on Yuri’s wrist when she passed her a menu. It was exhilarating but terrifying, like standing on the edge of a cliff and wanting to jump.

It was the next day and Luke was anxiously waiting for Haru to come by. Himiko cleared out some space in the office to give them room to talk. Haru finally came by and they were immediately pushed by Himiko inside the office. Himiko gave them a cheeky smile before closing the door behind her. Luke didn't hesitate as he pulled Haru into a kiss. Haru kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Luke's waist. Haru slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against Luke's "Lex," Haru breathed out.

He stared at the paper, where she’d casually doodled a heart (totally unintentional), and his voice trailed off to a whisper: “…should be… um…” On Friday after school, Takuto “coincidentally” ran into Haruko on the way home. They walked side by side in awkward silence—until he caught himself calculating their step synchronization rate. “You’re really amazing, Kimura-kun,” Haruko said suddenly. “We’re the same age, but you know so much.” “Ah, that’s... because I watch a lot of documentaries!” he blurted, his rational brain spinning up excuses in real time.