Hosting Returns
@sweetidiot-prince
Haruhi knocked softly on the door to Tamaki’s apartment before taking a step back and waiting for him to answer. He had suddenly invited her over, claiming there was something important he needed to talk to her about, and of course she had agreed to meet him. She was honestly a bit worried on what the important topic was, but she knew it could honestly be anything when it involved him, but that was ok.
She waited patiently for him to open the door, taking a moment to fix her skirt and make sure the blouse she had worn wasn’t showing the mark that now adorned her collar bone. She couldn’t help but think that maybe she should have just worn a tshirt and jeans, but she had wanted to look nice in front of him, something that had started after she’d realized her feelings for him and she honestly hated how easily she gave into it despite not really caring about what she wore in public.
Her thoughts were cut there when the blond finally opened the door and she smiled up at him with a small wave before she walked inside.
“Sorry I’m a little late senpai, I was finishing up a paper for class before I headed over.”