Disclaimer: I own nothing but that antique table. The Host Club owes me five hundred thousand bucks.
Mori had been bothered all day. Of course, "bothered" was no different than "happy" or "slightly hungry" as far as anyone else could tell, but Hani could. Hani always could. Mori's moods were never known to anyone else but Hani unless they manifested themselves in, say, knocking over a table. The fact that Mori was bothered drew the attention of everyone in the Host Club when he knocked over a $500,000 antique table after Hani asked him if he'd like to join he and Usa-chan for their afternoon nap.
Kyoya went back to calculating funds, adding this latest "accident" to his list.
Tamaki and the twins' attention was ripped away from their latest bickering match, and they looked on as Haruhi approached Hani and asked, "What's wrong with Mori-sempai?"
"I think he had a bad dream last night," Hani repied quietly, and headed straight to his couch so as not to do the same. (But not before he brushed his teeth!)
Later, after studying at the library, Haruhi returned to the empty Third Music room to retrieve the book she had left and found Mori still sitting in the same chair he had placed himself in after demolishing the table.
"Mori-sempai? Are you all right? Hani-sempai said you had a bad dream last night."
"No."
"You didn't have a bad dream? Are you all right? Would you like me to get the nurse for you? I could-"
"I had a good dream."
Haruhi turned back to her sempai, who seemed to be in a mood different than she had ever seen before.
"I dreamt... that you and I were in love."
Haruhi knew that no matter what he had dreamt, he had definitely not gotten enough sleep.
"But... a dream is just a dream until you make it come true." Haruhi watched her tall sempai leave the room, then took his seat.
Will he make it come true? she wondered.