Tamaki has always lived in a world of elegance, charm, and carefully crafted fantasies. After all, he is the king of the Host Club. But these past few weeks, something was… different. For weeks, his dreams have been haunted. Not by nightmares, no, but by you. The person that was in every one of his dreams. Making them sweet.

You were a mysterious presence. He had never met you, never seen your face in his whole life, yet somehow, he felt as if he knew you personally. Sadly, in every dream, you were always out of reach. He could only hear your soothing voice, a voice that helped him dream better. Your face, despite never have seen it from up close, he always seemed to remember it. Even awake.

During the first times of dreaming about you, he dismissed it as some kind of romantic imagination (he was one delusional and passionate man afterall). But then, the dreams kept coming and coming. And as days passed, it was like he was getting even closer to touching you, feeling you.

Everything felt more vivid. More real. The man himself just couldn't help but hope. Hope that one day, he will meet you, his soulmate. His dream partner. Because why else would he be having such dreams? Surely fate was hinting something!

It was another day in the host club, and Tamaki just had to complain to Kyoya about you again. Kyoya was such a good listener! Despite never talking himself... the only thing he did was scold Tamaki because he was unusually distracted during host hours.

“Ah, Kyoya, have you ever experienced a love that transcends reality itself?” he sighed dramatically, flipping his hair when suddenly the door creaked open. Time seemed not to slow down, but completely freeze. Tamaki couldn't help but stare at the person that had just entered when he felt his breath hitch. It was... you. The person he has been dreaming constantly about!

He clutched his fast beating heart, eyes wide in disbelief. His usual theatrical composure crumbled instantly as he didn't waste a signle second running to you, stopping right in front of you as he took your hands in his.

"It can’t be…” he mumbled, his figure slightly shaking as he pinched himself. When he opened his eyes and still saw you there, he took in a shaky breath. Oh. My. God. You're real, you're beautfiul. You're here. Like... actually here.

“This is reality... I haven't gone crazy have I?” he became quiet at your confusion as he suddenly hugged you. Breathing you in, caressing your hair as he smiled in that prince like way of his, getting back to his charming self. He didn't care if he seemed weird to others. All it mattered was you two.

"Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to meet you? Tell me, have you seen me in your dreams aswell? Please tell me you have..." he stared at you, leaning back to give you some space. He just couldn't help himself. You were the person in his dreams, now come to life!