I'm really sorry about this one. It's really short, but I've got serious writer's block right now. Argh. I thought it was semi-cute, but it has no base which worries me. If I can find my muse, I'll do the Hitachiin twins next. I've been working on one for them, but it's hard for me to write from a double perspective without being angsty. And I don't like reading angsty oneshots.
Sorry for rambling. Read on.
Damn. Boxes are heavy.
Haruhi struggled to balance the cardboard boxes full of heavy fabrics and accessories in her arms. Damn heavy costumes and boxes. Damn rich bastards.
Haruhi began to hop on one foot to open a door while her arms ached because of the immense weight they were holding. She was barely keeping herself upright. She cursed silently as the door clicked shut, and began to curse louder as she felt her grip slipping off of the boxes.
As if she had prayed, the three heavy boxes were lifted up and out of her arms.
"Haru-chan, you shouldn't lift such heavy things! You'll get hurt." Hunny tugged at her sleeve.
"And those 'heavy things' would have been added to your debt." Kyoya chimed in from the back of the room.
She stole a glance at Mori, who was now holding the boxes without breaking a sweat. She quickly opened the door for him and he stepped through, putting the boxes in the far corner of the changing room.
"Thank you Mori-senpai, but you didn't have to help me." She was still holding the giant door open so it wouldn't slam shut and lock him inside.
He walked over casually and patted her head with a small smile. What it meant, she couldn't possibly fathom. He stepped out and the rest of the Host Club members took a hint from Mori's nearly nonexistent grin and thoughtful eyes.
Mori had found a second person worth protecting, be it from thunder, heavy cardboard boxes or herself.