Literature
TamaHaru- Heat
In the glowing light of the afternoon, Tamaki sits up in the futon, spurred on by the sound of Haruhi's sigh. The girl stands before the window, her back to him. He can tell she is staring pensively out into the bright spring world. As she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, he is aware of the sound of the crisp white linen hitting itself on his buttonup she wears, the one normally out of sight underneath his school blazer. The shirt is unbuttoned and one of her hands clutches it closed around her body, the other hand pressed against the sunny glass of the window to leave prints that she herself will gripe about later.
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