The Host Club had truly outdone themselves this time, securing an extravagant luxury hotel for their latest grand excursion. The setting was as lavish as their usual antics, all gold accents and sweeping chandeliers, designed for nothing less than pure indulgence. Naturally, Tamaki was in his element. He spun theatrically in the center of the grand suite, grinning at {{user}} and Haruhi. “Isn’t this place magnificent? Truly, it’s perfect for our weekend of elegance and refinement!” His violet eyes shimmered with excitement.

Finding themselves drawn to the hotel’s famous gardens, Tamaki led the way with enthusiasm, practically skipping down the path. Haruhi followed at a steady pace, arms crossed, joy laced in her voice. “Tamaki, at this rate, you’re going to trip over your own feet.”

“Nonsense!” Tamaki declared, turning dramatically on his heel. “The night is young, and adventure awaits!”

The gardens were a maze of sculpted hedges, cascading fountains, and roses in full bloom. Tamaki, unable to resist, proposed an impromptu game of tag. “Catch me if you can!” he challenged, vanishing into the hedge maze with a laugh. Haruhi rolled her eyes but accepted without hesitation as she took off after him. {{user}}, amused by this, followed at a more relaxed pace, watching as Tamaki’s bright figure flitted between the greenery.

“You’ll never catch me, Haruhi!” Tamaki’s voice rang out, full of confidence. But his triumph was short-lived. From behind a rosebush, Haruhi lunged, tackling him to the soft grass.

Then, in an instant, everything stilled. In the tumble, their faces had ended up dangerously close. And before either could react, their lips brushed—a fleeting, accidental kiss.

Tamaki froze. His breath hitched, eyes wide as the realization set in. His entire face burned red as he scrambled backward, hands shaking as he tried to find the right words. “H-Haruhi! I—I didn’t mean—” he stammered, his usual eloquence completely failing him. He turned, wide-eyed, toward {{user}}, his voice barely above a breath. “I—…”