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Tamaki:

Long, intense eye-contact.

Every day kisses are simple smooches on the lips. He's pretty tall so he always tilts your faces up with a gentle finger under your chin.

With Goodbye kisses he's got no more arms to wrap around you to hold youclose because his hands are holding their face. His fingers firmly but softly cupped over your cheeks, as he kisses every inch of your face in sad, desperate pecks.

While goodnight kisses are the softest and sweetest that they almost feel taboo. With the curl of his fingers brushing away your hair, before he kisses your nose then your lips if your still awake.

Kyoya:

He's more prone to kisses to the temple than kisses to your lips. Especially if he's late for work

And he's not big on PDA or having sudden bursts of passion like the others so there's no gathering you into his arms to kiss you just to let you go again

No, he saves his kisses for when you're alone, so he doesn't have to let you go.

His kisses are hot, with his hands on your hips and your hands in his hair, with his glasses sliding up his nose.

He's very much a tongue guy

Haruhi:

Her lips always taste like cherry balm

She doesn't have the urge to kiss for no reason. And she's hardly an instigator, but she does love an occasional "welcome home" kiss after she gets off work.

She's on her tiptoes, pressing her hands to your chest as she gives a kiss to the underline of your chin, while her fingertips tickle the back of your neck. + She teases until you finally grab her face and taste away the cherry flavor.

+ She's very much into morning kisses. Where you're still asleep and she's barely awake. And her lips lightly drag across her chest until they reach the shadow of your bottom lip.

Hikaru:

He's very much a kisser. All the time. Any time. This guy feeds on attention. Especially the kind that leaves him breathless.

He's the kind that wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck. And pulls your hands and kisses your fingertips as you try to fix his shirt.

And the kind who kisses you breathlessly after a mercifuless ticklefight on the couch, until your lips are pink and swollen

He nibbles your bottom lip when you pull away. And keeps trailing his kisses over your cheeks and down your throat just so he doesn't has to see you go so soon.

If you're wearing lipstick, he'll kiss you until his lips are covered in it, just so people will know he's the (only)one who ruins it.

Kaoru:

Eskimo kisses. All the time. From your nose to your collarbone.

He's holding your hand while he sits neck to you and kisses your wrist. And kisses your shoulder before he uses it as a pillow.

And he's kissing your neck as you sit between his legs while he braids your hair.

He's more of a taster than an experiencer. He doesn't really enjoy the rough, feisty kisses that smash your faces and make your hearts pound. He likes the sweet gentle makeouts, where he still has the breath to tell you he loves you and how sweet you taste and how soft you are.

His good morning kisses are so featherlike, that they never wake you.

Takashi:

He's afraid of bad breath so he always has a mint in his mouth or some in his back pocket.

He gets embarrassed rather easily so like Kyoya, his kisses are saved for when no one is looking. And even then they're soft and fleeting unless he's making love to you.

Then they're messy and intense. He likes to hold your face in his calloused hands and lick your lips. He likes to bury his fists in your hair. Enough to hold you in place but never hurt you.

He's tall, and runs his hands along your back as he leans into the couch and you kiss him from above.

His late at night kisses are was and sweaty, after he's been training and he hasn't seen you all day.

Mitsukuni:

He's the "wrap my arms around your shoulders as I hide my face in your hair" type

He's got a lot of energy and his kisses reflect that. His lips fluttering kisses along your arms like a hummingbird wings.

He likes to kiss your palms before holding your hands and kisses you when you still have candy on your breath.

When eating cake he'll scoop a fingertip full of frosting and wipe it across your lips before licking it away with a sugary, messy kiss.

His goodbye kisses are of him on his tiptoes, as he cradles both of your hands to his chest and kisses both of your cheeks.

wrote a lil valentine's drabble for @hostagine . i adore u, that is all

characters: hikaru x haruhi

summary: haruhi and hikaru are a nervous wreck

a/n: (definitions taken from google) Giri choco is given to male co-workers or colleagues in expression of friendship, gratitude, or indebtedness, whereas Honmei choco is inspired by romantic interest and given to husbands, boyfriends, or a potential love interest.

‘She’s grown up,’ was Hikaru’s only thought. The park was empty aside from their group, the Hosts lounging about on blankets. They had each brought something to share, an old Valentine's tradition they had started when they were too young and too shy to buy each other actual gifts. Haruhi was the last to arrive, her law courses running late into the afternoon.

It was her dress that initially caught his attention, a flurry of pink that ended just above her knees. She had let her hair grow out, the ends just hugging her shoulders. Without her trademark boy-ish haircut, stray pieces tumbled over her cheeks.

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Tamaki and Haruhi break up, but Hikaru's the only one heartbroken.

Unrequited love + Angst

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"Are you still angry with me?" 

What made him think he was angry at him? Was it the silent treatment all day or the aggressive side eyeing? He wasn't sure. But the way Hikaru was sitting, slouched over on a log by himself, behind the lake house they'd been staying at, hiding his face, he knew he wasn't happy.

He rarely ever wondered what he was thinking. He didn't have to. He was an open book. He always said what he thought. Hikaru's heart didn't just show on his sleeve, he walked with it, carelessly, and talked with it, thoughtlessly. He practically held it in his hands for anyone to take it. It made it very easy to love him, or hate him. To steal his heart or to break it. 

Tamaki supposed that he must've done both. 

"You don't even know why you're angry," 

"Shut up," Hikaru sneered, fists full of his own hair. "You're a piece of shit that's why." 

"Are you really that mad that we broke up? That you'd call me names?" Tamaki asked quietly, watching as the muscles in Hikaru's back flexed. He shouldn't be provoking him but if Kaoru wasn't going to do it, someone had to. "I kind of expected you to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone, sure. But to be honest, I thought you'd be happy." 

"Why would I be happy? because I liked Haruhi?" Hikaru snapped, standing to his full height. He had the balls to mock him now? "Am I not supposed to be angry? Should I cackle and twiddle my fingers like an antagonist in what you think is your cute little romantic comedy? Should I be hovering over her shoulder, hoping she'll see me as a rebound to forget about you? The fuck am I to you?"

"You know that's not what I meant." Tamaki scoffed, tightening his coat around himself to shield away from the cold. "Despite popular belief, I don't actually think everything is about me, ass."  

"You cheated on Haruhi."

"I did not cheat. You're the only one that thinks that."

Hikaru finally turned to face him, his cheeks twitched and the specks of gold reflected in his eyes looked primal as the sun danced off the water and shown on his face. "Spell it out for me then. You were engaged to Haruhi when you fell in love with someone else. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong. I saw you two at the party this weekend. You kissed Ayame." 

Tamaki had gone quiet. He was speechless but it's not to be mistaken for guilty silence. He was just so focused on the fire in his eyes he forgot he was defending himself. 

"We already called it quits by then," Tamaki said when he noticed Hikaru beginning to walk away, most likely to finish his tantrum someplace else. "You've never been in love with anyone before so you don't know how it feels or know that sometimes people fall out of love too."

Hikaru inhaled sharply as Tamaki continued.

"Haruhi and I don't love each other anymore. I didn't cheat on her. You just keep saying that to justify being angry, because you don't know why you're angry." 

"Stop pretending like you understand!" Hikaru shouted. "I hate it when everyone thinks they know how I feel." 

"Then just say what you're thinking, so I can understand." Tamaki shouted back, but he was more desperate. He didn't care if Hikaru was angry at him or thought ill of him but he couldn't stand knowing he caused him grief for whatever reason. "What did I do? Is it because you're jealous?"

"I'm angry because you don't love her anymore-" Hikaru said before he stopped himself.  "For fucks sake. Are you happy now?" 

After another awkward pause, Tamaki gave a frustrated sigh, pulling his hand out to rub into his hair. "Haruhi isn't exactly heartbroken now is she? So you're just going to have to get over it."

Get over it?

"How?" He whispered.

"Come again?" Tamaki grumbled. 

Hikaru opened his fist and looked down at the marks his nails left in his hand. "I don't care how Haruhi feels about you. She doesn't love you anymore? Good. You suck." 

"You suck." Tamaki muttered under him.  

"But it's not fair that you get to be over her." His voice strained, struggling to convey both of his most complicated feelings. Being angry, and being sorry for himself. "You've been together for 4 years. You got to spend everyday with her. You got to live with her, sleep next to her- fuck, you were supposed to marry her next year..." 

"And?" Tamaki dared. 

"And yesterday," Hikaru hesitated, "Haruhi told me that I'm... like a brother to her."

Summary: He's a trust fund son taking over daddy's company, but a few jealous business sharks turn a two way trip into a kidnapping! Now, instead of spending a lucious weekend in Hawaii with his betrothed, Hikaru finds himself stranded in a small, fishing village in the middle of - god only knows where, and the only one willing to take him in for the night is a petite young Women, who lives above a retirement home. Though, as captivating as she might have looked, dressed in her puffy winter coat, as she stood over his disheveled body, this still was the worst day of his life.

He woke up when his head hit the door he was leaning against. When Hikaru opened his eyes, there was warmth against the back of his neck and sweat was beading down his collar. His body was rocking back and forth and bouncing.

His first instinct was to sit up and look out the closest window, figuring he'd fallen asleep on the plane and they were just hitting their descent but when he tried to move, his body couldn't support his head and he slumped over, feeling close to throwing up an empty stomach.

When his head hit the seat his eyes rolled to the person sitting hunched over beside him. Their head were in their hands, and they were muttering something obscene. It was a man. Someone older than him he guessed, by his peppered grey hair. Suppose this was a bad time to ask where the flight attendants were, to ask for some hot tea. His skin was hot but this plane was freezing.

"Shit. Shit! We should've just killed him on the plane." The man said. He sounded nauseous.

"Don't fuck with me now," Another voice came from a row of seats in front of them. "Besides, they find bodies floating in the ocean. We'd have to explain what happened in an autopsy. But nobody's going to question how he froze to death. If they find him."

The man was pulling his own hair, with his elbows sitting on his knees. Through squinted eyes Hikaru watched him clench and unclench his jaw. What was he talking about? Where were they going?

He managed to sit up enough to look out the frosted window. They were in a car, blankets of snow stretched on for miles ahead of them. They must've been a long way from Hawaii. What's going on?

Was there something in his ears? His own voice was humming in his ears, like he was stuck underwater but he knew he must've said that last bit out loud, because it startled the man beside him.

"Christ!" The man driving snapped then jerked the car off the road, knocking Hikaru's head into the door.

Hikaru didn't get a good look at the stranger's face, before they were pulling down their ski mask. Hands went for his throat, pushing his face against the window.

"Cover his mouth," he heard, then the hand pressing up against the bottom of his jaw covered most of his face. Now he couldn't breathe.

Hikaru started to panic. His body was responding at last. He struggled, trying to twist away or push against the man whose body was much larger than his, but it didn't take long before he realized his hands were tied.

What's happening? Stop!

They couldn't hear him. He was talking into their palm. The veins in his eyes started to strain, trying to search for anything in the car that looked familiar, but he'd never see it before. He'd never seen them before either.

Hikaru cried out, screaming into the man's hand as his body crushed him against the car door, and his elbow started to crush his ribs.

He thought back on what the man said earlier, about killing him on the plane.

When did he get here? Was he being kidnapped?

Was he going to die?

Stop! Get off.

His hands were tied and trapped between him and the seat. The only thing he could swing was his head, which he threw onto the man's cheek, knocking him back just enough to be able to breathe. But that first solid gasp was cut short from him when the heavy man swung the side of his fist into Hikaru's stomach, while his other hand cradled his bruised face. All while the driver continued driving on the rocks.

"You bitch," he hissed. Hikaru tasted blood as he hunched over, coughing against his pant legs, tasting blood after having bit his tongue.

"Stop the car," he demanded.

"We're not there yet," the driver said. "We're barely a mile from that town."

"Where are we going?" It wasn't what he wanted to say, but it's what he managed. Hikaru was out of breathe now, but no one answered him, and for speaking, the man grabbed him by a fistful of his hair from the back of his head and rammed his head against the window again. Harder.

Time didn't quite move at the same place after that. The man, at first sight of someone else's blood on his hands, and now on the window, broke. He started shouting the same thing over and over. "Oh my god. My god"

The car wheels screeched, then the two voices started to yell in a language Hikaru didn't understand, before the car door suddenly opened from beside him and he felt a gush of cold hair. The wind feelings even colder against the wound on his face.

Hikaru gasped.

No. Stop!

The car was still in drive when something cold and hard hit him against the other side of his head and a foot flew out and kicked him in the side, pushing him out the door.