Request: Kissing prompt #20 for Haruhi Fujioka x Nb reader? 👉👈
Title: In the Stairwell (Kissing Prompt 20)
Genre: floofy and romantic, ohohoo
Pairing: Haruhi Fujioka x NB!Reader
Notes: When I saw this, I was kind of floored. I’ll admit, when I decided to partake in the prompt list, I didn’t read through every single prompt. I saw a request, though, and I got really excited. When I checked the prompt number, though, I just straight up GUSHED. The ideas that hit me square in the face were too good to even think of passing up!
That said, I didn’t know what type of request you wanted anon, but I hope a short scenario will suffice! I also found this to be a slightly touchy prompt to write, and since I don’t want to offend anyone with this work, I left the pronouns as ‘they’ and provided instances in which you could choose.
“20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. “
Below the cut!
The day flew by. Everything seemed to be somewhat calm all day, and the academy was much more mellow than the halls typically allowed. Your classes flew by, Haruhi’s classes flew by, and the club activities had gone by just as smoothly - or, rather, that they were the same as normal.
She had decided to stop by your after-school club, (club), but that got held up when Tamaki had stopped her. Haruhi’s time was held back. All she really wanted to do at the moment was see her ‘soulmate’, as coined by the twins.
(Y/n), on the other side of the school, was prepped and ready to do the same. They had all of their things packed and ready, their uniform shoved away in a spare bag, and their cell in their hand. The way to the stairs was already spotted from her perch below a nearby balcony, and despite the confusing nature of the prestigious academy, their path was already very clear.
Haruhi had managed to slip away from her senior soon enough, hoping to find (Y/n) before they left school grounds. Though this didn’t happen normally, she still wanted to make sure that she could reach them before they reached her.
This was normal, but their height was a primary reason for this. (Y/n) was the taller of the two, while Haruhi rested on the shorter side. When they would try to make a game out of who could find the other first, (Y/n)’s height had been an advantage that they had simply laughed at and commented how “cute you had been” to Haruhi.
She didn’t mind the jokes, but every once in a while, she’d try her damnedest to reach them first, just to prove that her height didn’t mean that she couldn’t reach them first.
Hence why this scene was so shocking. The couple were both determined to reach the other, so when they met eyes from different leveled staircases, they rushed to reach each other before the other did.
Haruhi had been standing and watching the stairs below her while (Y/n) had been viewing the decor of the school as they practically marched up the said steps Haruhi was watching. “(Y/n)?”
“Hmm?” they muttered, their (deep/high) voice ringing through the silent halls. It wasn’t until they looked up that they realized the shorter female was watching them. “Are we gonna do this, Haruhi?”
Said female shrugged. “I don’t know, are we?” (Y/n) rolled their eyes and walked faster. Haruhi had began to sprint down the stairs, and despite her lack of stamina, the momentum that had been provided from the slope of the stairs let her speed up with little consequence.
The chase was on, and against the time and feel of the day, the two were laughing like toddlers as they were targeting the other. It wasn’t until they met on middle ground, another staircase.
Haruhi, for once, had been able to wait for (Y/n), and her reaction was exhilarating for her viewing. She’d won! Finally!
She stood there, slightly out of breath, as said lover slowly reached her. “Damn, you beat me. Great job, Haru.”
“Mhm, now I can say that I’m taller than you for once.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep, sure am.”
(Y/n) observed the scene, and at the sight of the setting sun starting to fall that cast a glow upon the short-haired female’s frame in front of her, they were overcome with the sudden urge to kiss her. Her big brown eyes were sparkling, and with the way that she had started to lean down, (Y/n) could only suspect that she felt the same.
So Haruhi, in all her temporarily-taller glory, leant down and locked her lips with her significant other on the second step below her. It was slow, it was soft, and it contradicted their interaction of the past few minutes, but it was all that they could ask for.
A kiss as the sun falls into the horizon? Perfect.
