(A/N: I haven't written one of these in a while, so I decided it was time to write one of them again. Relatively short compared to the first two, though...enjoy anyways, and please review!
Contrary to popular belief, Huni's mother was not some soft-spoken woman who liked baked goods as much as Huni himself did. In fact, she was a strong woman who would've rather been training in the dojo then mixing batter in the kitchen. Outwardly, Huni never showed any conflicting emotion about this. As long as he had his cake and sweets, he told the girls who had requested him one day at the host club, he would be perfectly content! They had looked slightly doubtful at this, but Huni had just smiled, and continued with wisdom more suited for his age then his appearance,
"Because things that are baked are baked with love, right? So therefore, I'm getting a mother's love!"
Outwardly, he was alright with it, but inwardly, he wished someone would bake cakes just for him. That he could come home to his mother in the kitchen with an apron on, rather then a karate uniform. Huni loved his mother, he really did, but he sometimes wished he had been born into a family of bakers.
"Ah, Mitsukuni." His mother smiled warmly as he came home that day; wiping the sweat off her face and pulling back her blonde hair, "care to join me in training?" Huni smiled and said yes, of course, but, as he remembered the host club and the ladies' questions that day, secretly, he wished that she would ask him if he'd like to bake something, anything, with her.
Internally, he wished for someone who would bake cakes with him, not just for him. So when Haruhi had asked him one day if he'd like to come help her make a cake or something, Huni brightened at the chance. And as he mixed flour determinedly, Takashi besides him on one side, chopping up strawberries happily, and Haruhi on the other, checking her inherited, love-worn cookbook intently, Huni inwardly thought to himself that this must be what baking with your mother felt like.
When he told her that, though, Haruhi smiled, and said she was probably more suited to be his sister. After Huni thought about it for a while, he had to agree. But he would have rather pretended that she was his mother.