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Mori had never really been interested in girls. At least not the girls at Ouran. They were too easily spooked, and never understood his role. Strong silent type. He scoffed. Not that he did or showed it on the outside, but in his head there were wheels turning constantly. Most worried for Honey but then, there was that one. It started out small but it was becoming more prominent, making itself clearer, until it was glaringly obvious. He liked Haruhi. Not that he would admit it, at least not out loud, not that he would need to with her. She seemed to know the words he left unspoken. She knew just what to say, and he liked the way she just clicked. With everyone, she just blended, molded herself to them, and he liked that. No one had ever done that with him before. No one had ever been able to read between the silence and the mask, until her. She knew. She just did, that was how Haruhi was made, and Mori liked it. So he tried to get her to understand without showing a single hint outwardly, and after a while, and a lot of struggling on his part, she smiled. And pulled him down to kiss his cheek. And he liked it. And from her smile, she did too. And it was good. And she left the words unspoken just like he liked them but he knew she knew them. And he was happy. And she was too.