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person4Title: The First
Fandom: Ouran Koukou Host Club
Pairing: Light, one-sided, Mori/Haruhi
He was the third person who'd realized the truth about her, he found out later when the others were teasing Tamaki about how long it had taken him to figure it out. When he had lifted her up that slight weight, the curve of the hips under his hands, the look in her eyes, all of them told him that it couldn't be a man he was holding.
In a way he wished he'd been the first, that he had known the truth about her at first sight the way Kyouya had. If he had been first he could have told himself it had meant something, being able to see the truth about her when everyone else was still blinded by the short hair, uniform, and glasses.
He didn't even really know why, then, it mattered to him, but still. He wished he'd been the first.
Fandom: Ouran Koukou Host Club
Pairing: Light, one-sided, Mori/Haruhi
He was the third person who'd realized the truth about her, he found out later when the others were teasing Tamaki about how long it had taken him to figure it out. When he had lifted her up that slight weight, the curve of the hips under his hands, the look in her eyes, all of them told him that it couldn't be a man he was holding.
In a way he wished he'd been the first, that he had known the truth about her at first sight the way Kyouya had. If he had been first he could have told himself it had meant something, being able to see the truth about her when everyone else was still blinded by the short hair, uniform, and glasses.
He didn't even really know why, then, it mattered to him, but still. He wished he'd been the first.