Tamaki: It was almost impossible to NOT spend time with Tamaki when you were his s/o. He was constantly fretting over the simplest of things. So when you didn’t show up to school for a few days, he was obviously upset, and when you didn’t return any texts or phone calls, he almost went insane. Deciding to check on you at your house, he nervously knocked on the door. After greeting your parents, Tamaki made his way to his bedroom, where his mother had said you were. knock , knock. “I’m still not very hungry mom… The bowl of soup from earlier is still making me feel full..” “______-chan!” You started at the feeling of sudden weight on your body, before relaxing, realizing it was just your over-imaginative boyfriend. “I was worried sick!” “And I was sick.” You retorted, ruffling his hair as he pouted. “No, I’m being serious! I’m not leaving your side till your better.” Tamaki rolled off of you and pulled you close to his chest, arms locked leaving you no room to escape. You hummed, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “These days have been so gray without you, princess. I think we should both take the day off school tomorrow. I can take care of you and you can rest easy under my watch to get better in no time!”
Kyoya: You loved the hidden fact of Kyoya’s house-mom tactics, and was even more amused when Tamaki called him “Mommy”. You were at his house at his request for you to try his new recipe he was trying after not seeing eachother for a bit. You slumped at his kitchen counter, dowsing in and out. You’d been sick for the past days but didn’t tell him. Knowing your house-mom boyfriend, he would’ve made a chart of your symptoms and data, and created a strict regimen for medicine that he preached you should follow. “Okay, I think that’s enough time to cool dow- ___-chan? Are you sleeping?” Jolting upright, you wiped a tribble of drool off your chin. “Yes! Wide awake!” “Would you like water or milk to drink with your noodles?” “Hmm, water is fine please.” He set the bowl in front of you and sat beside you with his own. Remembering his rule of don’t talk with your mouthfull, ___-chan the two of you ate in silence. After Kyoya had finished his bowl, he turned to you, seeing you eye the food like it was moldy and smelled. “Do you not like it, ___-chan? I thought it was excellent.” “No I do!” “Hmmm.. would your appetite be absent because you are feeling ill?” You slumped in your seat and glanced at him, offering a weak smile. “Knew it. You never avoid me on purpose.” He took your plates and placed them closer to the sink on the counter before picking you up and walking to the living room. He left and returned with medicine and warm blankets, wrapping you up and holding you, making you smile as he wordlessly showed how much he cared with a kiss atop your head.
Honey: It was Sunday, and you knew what that meant. That was always the day dedicated to your weekly tea-parties with your boyfriend. Planning to surprise him, you spent the whole previous night cooking all kinds of goodies for snacks, even going to the tea-store to get a few seasonal flavors to try out. Seeing as cooking wasn’t really your forte, it had taken a few extra hours to make a simple pound cake, leaving you a little more than tired in the morning. You were expecting him to come soon, so you began pouring the steaming-hot water into the cups. Yawning, your body subconsciously stretched itself, causing you to shake your grip and drop the tea-kettle, mindlessly trying to catch it, you winced as the hot water made contact with your delicate skin. Waving your hand hopelessly in the air, you cleaned the water the best you could and waited, although not that long, for Honey to arrive. “___-chan!!! I’m here~!” He danced into the room and sat down beside you. “Wow look at all these things! Did you make them yourself?!” You sheepishly nodded in response, making him squeal with glee and grab your burnt hand to pull you up for a hug. Upon hearing you gasp, he froze, staring at you. “What happened to your hand, ____-chan?” “I was a little tired after making all the snacks last night and dropped the kettle when pouring the tea and yawning…” You looked away at his silence. “You… You…” He gripped you in for a bear hug, and you were surprised he could squeeze that hard. “You did this all for me and ended hurting yourself! I have the best ___-chan in the wooorld but I don’t want you hurt! Sit! I’m gonna feed you everything and you’re not lifting a finger anymore till I can hold your hand again, got it?!” His tone was stern but his beaming smile was contagious.
Mori: You loved attending Ouran Academy, you really did, but sometimes you wondering if they had to polish floor to the extent of it seeming equal to ice. Rushing to get to one of your classes earlier in the week, you rolled your ankle, getting a pang of pain in your ankle every step you took since then. It seemed like an embarrassing story, so you tried to walk as normal as you could, and you were good at it! Or so, you thought, until you noticed Mori’s eyes training a little too hard on your feet. “____-chan.” “O-oh! Good morning, Mori-chan!” You greeted your boyfriend with a quick kiss as you put the rest of your books into your locker. “How are you feeling?” “I’m good! But, shouldn’t you be at the Club Room right about now, Mori?” “I told them I would be late.” “Why’s that?” You shut your locker and locked it up, uncomfortably shuffling to your good foot as the pang got you again. “I have to carry you.” “You wha-? MORI!” As bluntly as he stated his actions, he took their course. With one arm around the middle of your back and one in the juncture of your bent knees, he swung your legs up and began walking. “Where are we going, Mori-chan?” “You’ll be a special guest in the club today. I will take care of you and the rest will bring you whatever you request as you recover.” He smiled before humming at your head cuddled in his neck.
Kaoru: There was a special dance coming up at the Academy, a formal of sorts where you had to dress fairly fancy (not that the school was anything less than the word). You, without hesitation, agreed to go with your loving boyfriend after he charmed you with an elaborate proposition plan. Now the only thing left, was to decide what colour to coordinate with the pair of you. “Hmmm, what about this colour, ____-chan? It’ll bring out your lovely eyes and your beautiful skin tone!” Kaoru chimed as he ran up to you with a silky piece of fabric in his hand. He held it up to your face with a beaming smile, but that smile disappeared as he realized your always so beautiful skin tone had taken to a paler state, and your eyes were dulled with exhaustion. Dropping the fabric, he cupped your face. “Is this why you didn’t hang out with me all weekend?! Have you been sick? Why didn’t you tell me!” “I’m sorry, Kaoru… I didn’t want to worry you, or get you sick..” You dropped your gaze. “Hmm. Well, this wont do. We wont be able to pick the right colour when you’re sick like this. Change of plans!” He clapped his hands above his head. “Weeee~,” He turned around and offered a piggy-pack to you, and you slowly climbed on. “Are going to have the best, bubble-bath, ever. And then! We’re going to watch whatever that show it is that you always watch while I play with your hair and you’re going to wear the comfiest pair of sweatpants and sweater that I own!” Giggling, you hugged him a bit tighter. “And of course, cuddles~.”
Hikaru: Being clumsy was a curse, and either you were cursed, or had incredibly bad luck. After being driven to school you knelt down before shutting the car door, saying thanks and goodbyes to your family. Remembering your phone in the console, you quickly yanked the door open to fish it out. Maybe a little too quickly.. The car door swung and made contact with the side of your face, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut from the fresh pain and growl at your laughing family members. Knowing it would bruise, you rushed to your locker and rushed straight to the bathroom after, parting your hair so it covered the growing bruise. Walking back to your locker, you found it hard to see with the new hair cut and almost ran into several people. Finally making it there, you sighed relief before feeling 2 hands on your shoulder whirl you around. “Good-moooorning, my princ- PFFFt. What’s with the hair-do!?” Hikaru chuckled at your new look. You shot him a glare and turned your hurt-part of your face away from him. “I-I’m just trying something out.” “Please. It must be a pimple or something.” “Hikaru!” You barked as he pushed the hair away, instantly paling at your purple head. “What happened?! Who did this?!” Too many questions flew out of his mouth at one time. “Hikaru, relax! I… hit myself with the car door this morning.. I opened it too fast.” “… AHAHHAHAHAHHA~! OH! That’s gold! Did someone film it?! Gosh, you’re so clumsy, darling, I love it!” “Be quiet, idiot.” “I’m sorry but it’s so cute~.” “Love me.” “Oh now, now. I doooo~.” He pulled you in for a hug, brushing your hair once more. “Let’s go home to my house. That’s probably gonna hurt in a bit and I know a dark room where we can cuddle and watch movies. And I can list off every single thing I love about you. Starting with number 1: Your clumsiness~.”
Haruhi: You were thankful that Haruhi welcomed you freely in her home now. You remember being a bit hesitant as it was no where near a mansion or grand masion that other students had. But you loved her nonetheless for who she was, not the walls she lived in. Not wanted her to think the opposite, you never rejected an offer to spend time with her there. Even if you were fighting a shiver that came after the cold walk here. You sat on the couch as she fetched some water and cookies, trying your best not to sneeze and shiver too much. “Acho-fmph!” The dreaded sound escaped yourself before you could shove your face into your elbow to muffle it. “___? Are you feeling okay? The walk wasn’t too cold right?” “Nono! I’m fi-fi-fAHCHOO.” You sheepishly grinned at her and rubbed your hands together. “You baffoon. Tell me if you’re cold next time! Now lay back, I’m gonna get blankets and medicine.” “Haruhi, I promise, I’m okaaaaay” You stretched the word as you shivered. She raised an eyebrow and sat beside you, putting her hand on your head, squinting. “You’re burning up, ____-chan.” She smirked and cuddled closer, making you blush. “And you have a fever, too.” “Haruhi!”