Next up! MoriXHaruhi!
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Standings Outside The Fire: Garth Brookes.
Mori sat cross legged, eyes closed, face in a peaceful expression. Beside him Peyo slept away, keeping him company. Faces flashed in the senior's minds eyes. The ever present Mitsukuni, the Hiitachin brothers, Tamaki, Kyouya, and lastly the small first year, Haruhi.
The black haired man held respect for Fujioka Haruhi. She fought against the odds to win her reach her dream, not afraid to go against the flow.
Walk Right In: Dr Hooke
Haruhi opened the door to her house, not evening looking twice when her husband was beside the door, taking her brief case and jacket from her. In a smooth movement he hung them on the coat rack. With the softest care Takashi motion his wife to their western couch.
Haruhi flashed him her natural smile,"Evening, Takashi."
"Ah." Mori placed his hands on her shoulders an rubbed them softly.
YOU LOOK GOOD IN MY SHIRT!!!:Keith Urban
Mori woke up feeling a body pressed against his stomach, within seconds what had transpired the night before flashed in his brain. A small smile curled up the corners of his lips when he look down. "Haruhi."
The name was said in a caring whisper. Staring he took in the sight beside him. Fujioka Haruhi was asleep in his arms, her head using his chest as a pillow. His large shirt wrapped around her, one side falling off her shoulder.
Tu Compina: Keith Urban
Mori sat his back against a tree enjoying the pleasure of the shade, in his lap sat Fujioka Haruhi intently reading one of her law books. In the the space in front of them Mitsukuni and Yasuchika were sparring, being judged by Satoshi. Sapphire eyes watched with interest as the Haninozuka brother went back and forth.
After a couple minutes of watching the fight Haruhi looked up, her big brown eyes catching her boyfriend's, "Who's winning, Takashi?"
"Mitsukuni is allowing Yasuchika to have the upper hand."
Haruhi nodded smiling, resting her head back against the big man's chest, "That's nice."
Big Time: Big and Rich
Morinozuka Takashi was a simple man, it didn't take much to please him. Actually the happiness of those around him is what gave him the most pleasure. So when people would look at him and wonder how he felt always toting around a blond lolita, the unasked question was left unanswered. Family was the most important thing to the Morinizuka Clan.
Toby Keith: Your Smile
Mori found Haruhi outside leaning against the all of the wall of the Ootori Ball House. The brunette was blinking back tears, the mascara that had been put on her against her will was slowly starting to run. The tall man bridged the distance in a couple large strides.
Looking down at the upset woman he placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Don't worry."
Large brown eyes stared back, "Thanks, Mori-sempai."