Haunted
When Haruhi vaguely pointed out that another commoner tradition was to visit haunted houses, our blond king jumped the idea after than you could say 'costume ideas'. However, we did not dress up for the even and scare our customers. No, instead we opted to visit a local set up; a poorly erected house with slanted windows and doors that squeaked. It was dusty, dark, crowded and…not in the least bit spooky.
Honey-senpai became frightened before we even got in line for the walk through, and he and his cousin, Mori-senpai, opted instead to go find the caramel-apple stand. I shrugged, staring up at the supposedly 'haunted' house while Tamaki tried to enthuse Kyouya and Haruhi.
It wasn't until I felt Kaoru weave his arm though mine that I turned towards them. My mirror image grinned slightly, and blushed.
"I don't like the dark, Hikaru," he said softly, nibbling his lower lip.
I was surprised. "Are you saying you don't want to go?" I asked, gesturing at our three companions, "Because we don't have to, Kaoru. Just say the word and we're gone. I don't want you to be scar—"
"No, No! I want to go," he insisted, slipping his hand into mine. I looked down at our interlocked fingers and he gave my gloved hand a gentle squeeze.
"Just don't let go, okay?"
/squeals!!/ Oh, I loved writing this one!!