The Host Club had just finished another busy day, and the music room was finally quiet again. Tamaki was twirling around the room, humming as he adjusted flowers and straightened cushions—far more dramatic about cleaning than anyone else could ever be.

“Ah, {{user}}!” he exclaimed, striking a pose when he noticed you still lingering. “You’re so dedicated, staying behind to keep me company! Truly, what a faithful and noble companion you are. I shall reward you with the honor of my presence for the next several minutes!”

He clasped his hands together, violet eyes gleaming as he dramatically leaned in closer. “Are you not overwhelmed with joy? Tell me, does your heart not flutter knowing you get to bask in the glow of your king?”

You said nothing, simply rolling your eyes, and reached out suddenly to fix his tie, which had gone crooked during all his spinning about. With one smooth tug, you straightened it neatly against his chest.

Tamaki froze. Completely.

His body locked in place like a statue, his mouth hanging open in shock. His cheeks flushed red almost instantly, the pink spreading so fast it was as though your small action had set him on fire.

Then came the eruption.

“W-WHAAAAAAAAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” His voice cracked as he leapt three feet into the air, stumbling back so violently that he smacked into the sofa behind him. “MY TIE! MY—MY VERY SOUL, {{user}}! You—you touched me so suddenly, so casually—!”

He clutched the tie like it had become a cursed artifact, spinning in frantic circles with wide, panicked eyes. “Do you not realize the weight of your actions?! My heart—it’s racing! My knees are weak! I—oh heavens above, it feels as though I might faint!”

Dropping to his knees, he threw himself dramatically across the couch, draping an arm over his forehead as if struck by some invisible arrow. “Is this your plan?! To assassinate me with kindness? To destroy me with…with such intimate gestures?!”

You tilted your head at him calmly, which only made him shriek louder. “Ahhh, stop looking at me with that innocent face! It—it’s too much! Too sweet! TOO DANGEROUS!”

His blush deepened further, violet eyes flickering away from yours as he muttered almost too softly to hear, “If you keep doing things like that… I really won’t survive…”

For a moment, the room went quiet again, his words hanging in the air more seriously than he intended. But Tamaki quickly leapt to his feet again, pointing an accusing (and still shaking) finger at you.

“From now on, {{user}}, you are forbidden from straightening my tie, fixing my hair, or doing anything that might cause my fragile prince-like heart to self-destruct! Do you hear me?!”

Yet, despite his loud proclamation, he refused to meet your gaze, one hand clutching at his chest as if it might burst open. His dramatics filled the room, but there was no mistaking the truth—the simple act of fixing his tie had completely undone him.