Okay, I'm not even sure where this idea came from. I've been watching OHSHC on Netflix lately, and bada-bing bada-boom, this idea was planted in my mind and here it is.

I hope it doesn't suck too badly.

No, I don't own the show or the characters or the books or nothing. Just a fan.

…

How foolish of me. To feel like this. Fujioka is so fragile. I would break her if I actually went through with any of the thoughts that have begun to consume me.

"~Takashi!~" The tall host looked down as a blurry bundle of blonde hurled himself at him, crawling his way up his body and perching onto his shoulders; Mori followed his progress as far as his eyes could go.

"Mitsukuni," he rumbled, making the small blonde grin at him.

"~Takashi~ we're you thinking of ~Haru-chan~ again?"

"Mitsukuni," he rumbled again, this time in warning; the small blonde could only giggle.

"I still think you should tell her~!"

"No," he said simply, beginning to walk them to the Third Music Room. Honey just giggled again and pulled Usa-chan from his jacket.

"Imagine this is ~Haru-chan," he said, dropping the bunny into Mori's arms. "Try telling Usa-chan how you feel~!" Mori looked at the bunny, his face stoic as usual.

"No."

"~Takashi!~"

"Shh," is all he said as he opened the door to the room.

"But what if ~Haru-chan~ likes you back?" he whispered into his polar opposites ear. Mori looked at him, face still blank; only Honey noticed the sad look to cross his dark eyes though.

"No."

…

"~Haru-chan~!" Honey called, bouncing up to the petite brunette. She smiled at him as he wound himself around her legs.

"Yes Honey-sempai?" Haruhi asked, making the small blonde get an almost devious smile on his face. Haruhi shook it off as a trick of the light and just smiled at him.

"Can you help me with something?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Takashi wants some tea with honey and milk. I always put ~way~ too much milk. Can you make it and take it to him instead?"

"Oh. Sure." Honey unwound himself from Haruhi and watched as she walked into the kitchen.

"Subtle," Kyoya muttered as he walked past Honey, who grinned and skipped away to go eat some cake with Usa-chan. Haruhi appeared soon, a single steaming cup of tea on a platter in front of her.

"OH HARUHI! DID YOU MAKE THAT WONDERFUL SMELLING CUP OF TEA FOR DADDY?! MY DEAR YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!" Tamaki went running up to her, his arms wide and open for her; he was all set to run into her.

Until Tamaki crumpled to the ground, Honey standing behind him, looking pleased with himself. Haruhi just blinked and walked away, ignoring the soft cries of her name that kept emitting from the unmoving Tamaki, who was weeping on the ground.

"Mori-sempai," Haruhi said, making the tallest host look at her. "Honey said you wanted some tea. I hope you like it," she said, finding herself blushing the longer he looked at her.

"Thanks," he said, surprising her when he smiled at her.

"You look good when you smile," she said, blunt as always. Both faces blanked after this; Haruhi began to flush and Mori's cheeks had a light dusting of color on them. "I'm gonna…go," she said, turning and hurrying away. Mori watched her before he took a sip of his tea.

Perfect.

Just like her.

…

"So you knew?" Honey asked Kyoya, who nodded, scribbling in his book.

"Of course. I know everything that's going on with the host club and its members."

"What about Haru-chan?"

"Haruhi is… complicated to follow. But not impossible."

"So…?~"

"It is…possible. But not confirmed."

"~Yay~!"

…

After all the guests left, Hikaru and Kaoru surged onto Haruhi, beginning to pull on her.

"Haruhi, come play with us."

"Yeah, our mother got some new clothes in."

"We'd love to see what they look like on you."

"NO YOU WON'T DRESS UP MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER! DADDY WON'T ALLOW IT! AT LEAST NOT WITHOUT ME!"

"You're such a pervert boss."

"Yeah, perving on poor innocent Haruhi."

"Would you idiots kindly LET GO OF ME?!" Haruhi shouted, making them stop for a second before they continued to pull on her. She looked around, seeing Honey eating cake, Kyoya writing in his book, and then… "MORI-SEMPIA HELP ME!" In a flash he was up and to her; grabbing her, he cradled her in his arms and held her close to him. "Thank you," she whispered, briefly resting her head on his shoulder while he carried her to where she could sit next to Honey.

"Welcome," he said, giving her one of his rare smiles before he went to untangle the three who were still thrashing on the ground. After separating them, he moved to take a place next to her. She gave him a smile and continued to talk to Honey about something; he wasn't listening. He was happy to just have her sit next to him for once. He could see those three pouting at him, but he ignored it.

Haruhi could also seem them pouting in her direction, but she didn't care; she liked being around Mori and Honey. They were calming to her, with the mixed presences; Honey was hyper and loud, while Mori was calm and silent. She kind of liked the strong, silent type when it came to him.

"Mommy," Tamaki sniffed, crawling over to him, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Why do you think our darling daughter resents us so?"

"I think she resents you, not me," Kyoya said, not even looking up from his book. "Now leave her alone."

"Wh-what?"

"Leave. Her. Alone."

…

When everyone had gone their separate ways, Honey was once again on Mori's shoulders.

"~Takashi!~ I was thinking of how you could tell Haru-chan you like her."

"Hmm," is all he said, knowing Honey meant well.

"Give her a gift! Haru-chan~ doesn't like flashy things, but she does like gifts. Everyone likes getting presents!"

"Hmm," is all he said again, making Honey squeeze his head.

"You know you want to~!"

Honey was right; he did want to give something to Haruhi. Something to show her that he cared for her, knew what she liked, and something that would show her that he listened to her.

Maybe he would get her a gift after all.

…

So… there's that. I want to continue this, but… if it doesn't get any reviews or I'm told it sucks…

I hope someone out there liked it.

Thanks for reading.

-JustMe133