Don't Hide (TamakixReader)

"H-hi," you stuttered out to the cheerful school nurse. Nervously twisting your yellow uniform, you continued, "Um. This may be the oddest request you've ever gotten, but- uh," your voice cracked slightly, "Do you think I can sit in here for a while and cry?"

She looked surprised at what you were asking, but quickly covered it up with a happy grin once more. After receiving a small nod from the woman, you ducked behind a separating curtain and sat on the soft cot.

A soft sigh escaped your slightly curved down lips, cracking your mask in all the right places, just for a moment. A loud sob racked through your body and you hid your flushed face behind your hands.

Only a few moments later, you raised your head. Wiping your tears away and replacing your destroyed mask with another smile. With a wave to the nurse, you walked out just as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. You walked to class as though nothing had happened.
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This continued for a few months and by now you'd become familiar with the nurses on duty from your weekly venting sessions with only yourself to cry to.

But, one day, the nurse's office wasn't empty.

The obnoxious laugh was choking you before you even entered the room.

"It really was my fault, though!" he laughed. You knew immediately who it was, so when you walked through the door and slid past the curtain like always, you didn't pay him much attention.

He seemed to pause at the sight of you. But he was just that one boy from the host club. The self-proclaimed king. Suoh Tamaki. His dark blue eyes stared at you as his voice caught in his throat.
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Tamaki's Point of View

(L/n) (F/n). He had heard about her from Kyoya. Apparently, she visited the school nurse once a week, though nothing could be found wrong with her health by the boy with the black book. So, the king decided to do his own surveillance.
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Your Point of View

When you took your usual seat on the cot, you hoped that Tamaki's usual noise would cover the sounds of your sobs. You hands rose to your face again as you choked out your first quiet cry. It was impossible to remain completely silent, but at least you could keep your volume level down a bit. Little gasps heaved up from your chest and the tears began to leak out for no reason.

The clicking sound of one of the curtains being drawn back caught your attention and you looked with teary (e/c) eyes at the person intruding, wondering how much it would cost for them to forget this. You were shocked, however, to see a certain blonde host walking in. His blue eyes were turned up in concern and a soft smile rested on his face.

"Hey," he said quietly, sitting next to you. You wanted to wear your mask, to cover your face with your usual smile that people tended to mirror, but, you couldn't find it in the room made for your tears, so you turned away and wiped harshly at your face. Two soft hands stopped you from moving any further and more tears leaked down your flushed cheeks. Tamaki scooted closer to you on the small cot and pulled you closer to him. He wrapped your arms around his waist before settling his own warm arms around you. Though you tried to pull away, the host kept you firmly in place.

Eventually, you gave up and broke down in the tears that hadn't yet shed. "It's OK," you heard from the man you were clinging to, "You don't have to hide it anymore. Go ahead and cry." His voice was surprisingly gentle, effectively making you feel secure in his strong arms.

The sobs erupted from your chest and you cried on his navy uniform jacket. No other words passed between the two of you, he just rubbed your back and allowed to your show under your mask. You knew the bell signalling the start of classes was going to chime soon, so you moved to leave, but Tamaki held you in place.

"It's fine," he whispered, "We'll just get a pass."

You nodded and huddled against his chest, letting the pitiful cries escape their cage. You cried until you had no more tears to cry, then you just choked out sobs until you no longer felt the need to cry. The final bell had already rung and students were heading to their clubs.

Now he pulled away, his trademark smile stretched across his lips as he brushed the remaining tears off of your cheeks.

Then the foolish king grinned, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door to music room #3. "Come on!" he shouted back at you, "You need to smile some, and I know a few guys in an old music room who can help with that!"