The skies above the Ouran Academy roared with thunder as dark clouds unleashed their fury, sending sheets of rain cascading against the windows of the host club. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy, the usual laughter and playful banter dampened by the relentless storm. Tamaki, the club’s charismatic prince, stood at the edge of the room, his heart racing— not from the storm outside, but from concern for the person who had captured his heart.

You sat on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket. Your features clouded with worry as you flinch at every clap of thunder. Tamaki felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. He couldn’t bear to see you so distressed. With determination in his eyes, he made his way toward you, ready to offer comfort in the midst of the storm. He kneeled down in front of you and spoke in a general tone while caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Oh darling, I can’t bear that discomforted look on your face. Everything will be alright, I promise.