Note: It's a HaruhiRenge drabble, how's that for interesting?

D/C: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, the characters, etc. I do own this particular story idea.

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Renge was willing to admit she had a bit of an obsession with dating games, anime, manga, and BL. She was certainly willing to accept the BL obsession. There was just something to her about two hot guys being into each other. She also managed to convert a good percentage of the female population at Ouran into BL fangirls. Her BL fancomics of the host club were in good circulation.

It was working out well, she had no complaints.

Of course, she tended to avoid including Haruhi in the BL fantasy world she created. After all, she really liked the commoner boy. He was certainly pleasant, and quite surprising with the occasional bouts of wisdom that seemed to have such an impact on those around him.

Okay, so she really liked him, still no complaints.

Perhaps her crush on the boy was a bit overwhelming, especially considering the situation they were now trapped in. She couldn't quite remember exactly how she did it, but she knew that her elaborate plan to get them trapped in a closet had worked due to how cramped she felt. The boy next to her seemed oblivious to the situation, but she learned to expect that from Haruhi Fujioka.

So far, so good. Certainly no complaints.

Now she remembered the master part of her plan. Before the smaller figure could make any form of response, she planted a chaste kiss on Haruhi's lips, which she soon found deepened, by Haruhi.

Well, that was unexpected, but Renge had no complaints.

Soon they found themselves massaging each others backs. As Renge's hands traveled the spine of the petit figure, she found something she wasn't expecting: a bra strap. She doubted Haruhi was like that, specially when their bodies moved closer together and she realized Haruhi possessed something quite feminine on her chest.

Okay, so Haruhi was a girl. Renge definitely didn't see that in the plan.

Yet, as the tonsil hockey continued, for some reason, she couldn't quite explain it, even if she knew it was a bit odd, and not really accepted in the society she lived in, it didn't matter at that moment. She still had absolutely no complaints.