Honestly I couldn't stop laughing while I was writing this. It's not going to be too long, but I promise to try to make it entertaining.

I don't own the anime/manga, or the characters (just my messed up thoughts)

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Sigh Takushi was stuck doing all the cleaning up.

Tamaki and the rest of the Ouran Host Club had gone home early, saying they all had important stuff to do. He perhaps would have said something, but Mitsukuni had asked him if he could take care of all the cleaning. He could not say no to him.

Takushi didn't like Mitsukuni in a romantic way, he saw him as a brother, someone he was simply expected to look after. He was someone who he knew very well, but not someone who he longed for as a lover. Takushi used Mitsukuni as an excuse as to why he didn't have a girlfriend, but the truth was that he just wasn't interested in anybody at the moment, or ever in his life.

Yeah, there were lots of girls who liked him and had confessed to him before, and he didn't have anything against them as a person, he just had no desire to go out with them.

If he was being honest with himself, he would say he didn't want to go out with them because he felt they didn't really know the real him, only the image of himself that every wants him to see. That's usually how it is in Host Club.

He looked out the window, the clouds from earlier that day had returned. It had been pouring that morning, drenching everything. Poor Haruhi, the club's secret princess, had gotten soaked because she didn't have a ride to school, so she had to walk. She had been given another change of clothes, but he hoped she didn't end up catching a cold.

While he was sweeping the floor clear of all the rose petals that somehow appeared every time Takumi walked in, the door creaked open.

Haruhi slowly opened the door, her smooth face slightly flushed.

Takushi had the hint of a blush spreading across his face. Haruhi was perceptive. She understood his actions even without the use of words.

Noticing Takushi, she ducked her head and blushed a little herself. Why is she acting so strange? He thought.

"Oh, hi Mori-Senpai..." She ducked her head a little more, "Don't mind me, I just need to get something that I accidentally left behind."

She rushed to the change room. When she came back, she looked as if she was trying to hide something behind her back.

"You didn't clean the change room yet, did you Mori-Senpai?" She was blushing really deep right now.

"No" was all Takushi said.

"Oh, OK. Well I'll see you tomorrow." With a clear sigh of relief, she turned to leave to the room.

"Hey," Takushi said, in a monotone voice, "Can you help me clean?"

"Uhhhh, I guess I have some time," She thought for a minute, "but umm, is there a bag or something that I can put my stuff in."

"Yah, on the table," His voice didn't change, but inside, he's burned with curiosity.

Oh kami He thought What if it was a love letter! He was inwardly freaking out. Who was it for. Tamaki? Hikaru? Kaoru? Surely not for himself, and she was having second thoughts about giving it to him. That would explain why she is so flustered.

She turned around and he caught a glance of the mystery item. It was too fast for him to make out what it was, but there was definitely a flash of baby pink.

Oh... so it wasn't a love letter for me. He froze. He wasn't supposed to be having these thoughts. Haruhi was his friend. She didn't know the real him.

After she had placed whatever it was in the bag, she went up to him. "All right, so where do I get started?"

Mori thought for a second, "The change room."

"oh OK," She laughed and he felt an unrecognizable flutter in his chest that spread up and around his body, making the room feel a lot warmer.

Off she went to do her work. He watched her go and admired the way she cheerfully changed her mood from flustered to amused. The change room door softly clicked shut.

Another sigh. Haruhi always seemed to brighten things for him. He really didn't understand it at all. His wild boy instinct just takes over and he can't control the warmth inside him, or the urge to want to please her and make her happy, or the blush that appears whenever she smiles at him. Maybe he was sick.

I'll take some medicine when I get home he thought, while pacing around and sweeping at the same time, I can't get sick. I have to look after Mitsukuni. He was so distracted that he accidentally knocked over the bag of the unknown contents right as Haruhi was exiting the change room.

They stood shocked as the contents spilled out. Inside were... a frilly, pink bra and matching underwear!

Mori's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Haruhi's undergarments.

She raced across the room and tried to gather them up as quick as she could.

That wild side to Mori didn't want to miss out on this chance and reached down to touch the fabric and pass it to Haruhi. The material was so soft, it made his fingers burn and itch for more.

"Thanks!" She squeaked as she snatched it away from his hands. He was slightly disappointed.

A thought came to him then. If you underwear and bra were here, then what was she wearing underneath her uniform?

He had to get up and turn around the face that appeared because he was sure that his glazed eyes and the warmth on his cheeks were very noticeable.

"Haruhi," he mumbled, "why are you not wearing these things?"

"The rain this morning." She mumbled back.

Of course. It must have gotten soaked in the downpour this morning when she walked to school. "I had some spare ones here, just in case." She said as an after-thought.

Again disappointment. What was wrong with him? Could it be that Mori is discovering a new side to himself that even he didn't know of?