yoyoyoyoyo senpai….can we get a Tamaki Suoh X Reader Fanfic….you can have fun with it I don’t care I just really want one I’m deprived….thank you for your consideration….#yay#Tamaki#thankyousenpai….
Moolies note: Hi…I took my sweet time with this,, sorry ! ! I did have a lot of fun writing this >u< I hope it’s not ooc💔 enjoy anon!
Tags: GN reader, no use of y/n, occ? Fluff, happy ending, maybe a bit short, req, Tamaki is akward, Tamaki SUCKS at feelings, reader highkey balling, this is such a cute fic
Music room three, the most popular and well known area in all of the prestigious Ouran Academy. The unused room was a transformed all out business, a host club.
Almost all the girls of the academy would go there during their free time, gushing over the boys of the club.
You mainly asked for Tamaki Suoh, the leader of the host club. He was the most popular in the club and almost every girl’s dream guy. He was swarmed by girls at the club all day long, and he would make sure they all left the host club room happy and swooning.
Whenever you would ask for Tamaki, you wouldn’t do many of the over the top romance things that were common for him. You mainly enjoyed talking with him over the tea and sweets offered.
Tamaki wasn’t exactly used to this different approach. You stood out to him, someone who didn’t just want him for the romance or looks. You were there to talk to him, to actually try and know him.
He started to look forward to your visits, becoming closer and slowly growing fond of you. He wasn’t used to actually feeling this towards others.
What exactly was this? A friendship? A crush?
Tamaki was free for the day, having finished all requests from his admiring customers. Despite his natural and ever present grandiose, his mind was filled with determination and overthinking.
He was going to ask you out on a date.
It took Tamaki much planning and countless talks with his host club. From actually getting him to acknowledge his feelings towards you— to figuring out how to tell you. In the end, the idea of a date was planned.
During your chats with Tamaki, you had brought up how often after school, you would go to the lush flower gardens and read for a while. He planned on going up to you, inviting you out, and hoping and praying you said yes.
What would he do if you said no?
He…hadn’t thought of that possibility.
But no matter! He was 99% certain that it would go swell, hopefully.
The flower gardens were calm and verdant, flowers blooming from the early spring. You sat on your usual bench, peacefully reading and basking in the gentle sunshine. A content exhale left you as you basked the warmth of the sun.
Meanwhile, Tamaki was a whole different story. Behind a wall of flowers and leaves he stood. He rehearsed what he had practiced saying all morning, not wanting to mess up a single thing. He couldn’t risk going through any sort of embarrassing moment— especially in front of you!
As he spoke out one final time, he made his way over to you.
You glanced up from your book as you saw Tamaki approaching you. You smiled softly, making sure to save your page with a bookmark. Now looking up at him in front of you, he seemed almost… nervous? Odd…
He inhaled deeply before starting.
“Hello my dear, such a lovely day… is it not?”
Normally, his grand tone seems natural, this time though it feels rehearsed. Something’s off, but you carry forward. You scoot over slightly on the bench, giving him room to take a seat next to you.
“Yeah, it’s pretty nice today.”
You say as you lend him a gentle smile. You stared at him, waiting for him to continue. You could tell he had more to say, you always had the ability to read people, and Tamaki was just about the easiest person to figure out.
He sat next to you on the bench, keeping a safe distance. You kept your gaze fixed upon him, but he seemed to avoid your eyes.
He inhaled before finally speaking up again, regaining a bit of his confidence.
“I’ve been thinking lately, and I’ve come to a conclusion…”
He dramatized every word, making each sound like its own mystery.
“You…are my favorite customer!”
He pointed at you, doing that signature pose of his. You could almost swear that roses were blooming behind him and sparkles glimmered around him.
You stiffed back a giggle at his silly quirk, you always found it humorous how he did that.
Subtle affection laced your sentances.
“Well then, I’ll have you know you’re my favorite host! Now we’re equal, hm?”
You didn’t know how much of an effect your words were gonna have on him. When you looked back up at him, you could’ve swore he was a completely different shade of pink. He was flushed, but he immediately turned away— not wanting you to see him like this.
He turned back at you, eyes softer. His guard was let down, that massive grandeur and pizzazz gone, replaced by shy honesty. His voice was a lot calmer now, and even a bit quiet.
“There was, uh— more I wanted to tell you.”
You studied his expression, starting to understand what was happening. A light blush dusted your cheeks, you cleared your throat quietly before starting.
You scooted just a bit closer, enough for him to feel your presence. He seemed to notice, eyes darting to the space between you two for just a second.
“Well, since you’re my favorite customer…I was thinking we go out…somewhere. Only if you want to, of course! You can choose the location and what we do—”
You cut him off with a slight brush of your fingers to his, stopping his nervous word flow.
“That sounds lovely, how does a cafe sound? I know a nice place.”
He looked at you, really looked at you. His expression was a mixture of awe, shock, relief, and excitement all at once.
