I'm back! It feels good to write again. I wrote this for a breather, and probably for a start-up to the day.

Has everybody been following the manga? I'm sad that it has hints of ending soon. I'm going to miss the series so much. 

Anyways, here's the story. It's entirely a Hikaru POV.

Please do read, and comments are still love! :D

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GAME ON, TONO

Sometimes it does occur to me, how everything seem to be just the way they are.

I could not change my life — not that I dislike it.

I could not easily alter my behaviors — of course, I genuinely try to keep the true me inside.

I try to distinguish myself — to be different, simply so that the never-ending confusion would stop.

I try to be more sensitive — to actually care, but that sometimes gets misinterpreted.

I try to smile as often as I could, just so that the people around me would not worry.

I try to stay away from trouble as far as possible, to prove that I too can change.

And…

I honestly cannot change the fact that I do feel love — a feeling that has been unconsciously fleeting inside me, and has been bugging me ever since.

But… this love… it doesn't seem to exactly fit the picture of how I would like it to be.

It keeps on altering, slowly and slowly becoming harder to fit as to how I want it to be.

Perhaps, it is true; Haruhi likes Tono — even though she's not yet aware of it.

If it's Tono, maybe — just maybe, I could accept that.

After all, Tono likes her too. It's been pretty obvious from the start.

...and, maybe, if they do end up together, the picture that they will make - would be way better than what I imagined ours would be.

A picture that would dictate how love should really be.

...of how two people met,

...and how they eventually fell,

....and perfectly fit together,

....in the most brilliant picture that no one else could ever make.

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* laugh*

Putting both his hands in his pocket, and getting a smile to crawl up on his face, he enters through the doors of the Host Club.

Everyone was doing the usual — Tamaki was shining (literally) with his costume for the day; Kyouya was undeniably smirking at the calculator he was holding; Hunny was eating cake while being carried by Mori-senpai; and Kaoru just finished putting on his hat, placing a similar one on my head as well.

"Haruhi, come over here!" both Kaoru and I chimed.

"Haaai. What is it again? I'm busy fixing these tea sets that was just delivered."

"Wait Haruhi, we've got new hats that would cover up our hair. It'll be harder to indentify us now! Saaaa….let's play! Which one is Hikaru and which one is Kaoru?"

"That one on the right is Hikaru, and you on the left is Kaoru. Believe me you guys, it's not very hard to distinguish you from the other. Hehe."

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Now, if only they could both realize what awaits them.

Until then, I'll keep waiting, and, probably hoping.

Tono, the game is on. I definitely won't lose!

Haha.

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It's really short, ne.  I hope you liked it! :D

XOXO