I still down own Ouran High School Host Club. Just sayin'.
Determined not to go away, the nymphish young man continued to tap his foot against the doorway. Across the room sat Takashi, book in hand, still pretending that his cousin wasn't there. The two of them had passed nearly twenty minutes this way. In their silence they had orchestrated an accidental song: one's foot acting as metronome, while occasionally being accented by the sound elicited by another turn of the page.
Finally, the smaller man had had enough.
"Takashi, I want you to go! Why won't you go with me?"
"I don't feel like going out."
"So you're just going to sit there for the rest of the night?"
"No. I might practice later."
"It'll be fun... "
"Hn."
Several more minutes passed, when Mitsukuni lit up, having suddenly been struck by the obvious.
"Haru-Chan will be there..."
With a sigh, Takashi stood up and gave a sharp close to his book. He pulled at his belt, and allowed his hakama to fall to the floor, revealing a pair of jeans underneath. He shed the top to the traditional garb while walking past his cousin, and out the door.
"Why didn't you say that half an hour ago?"
Elated, Mitsukuni only smiled.
Climbing atop his cousin's back, he couldn't help but ask. "Takashi? Does your father know you wear street clothes under your uniform?"
"Hn. Let's go."
Just a little thing, that's it! I thought about saving it to put in a story at some point, but also have no long-term projects planned these days. So it stands alone, for now. :)