Someone asked for a Hunny fic, so I made a HunnyHaru, as much as I hate writing for Hunny. I find it hard to write for optimistic and naive characters (including Haruhi) because I am neither of those things. It is very difficult for me to grasp their sense of personality when it contrasts so greatly with my own.
But you can't say I didn't try, because I finished my homework early and decided to write this for the requestee. I think I'll write a MoriHaru next to cleanse my soul. I have a good idea.
The idea for waffles was inspired by Badger, who made waffles at stagecrew the other day. Thank Badger for this idea.
SORRY TAMAHARU FANS: But I hate writing for Tamaki, and for that pairing in general. I'll get around to it eventually, but I cannot tell you how much I despise writing them. I can't even bring myself to attempt at a plot bunny.
Read On.
Hunny was hungry.
He was the hungriest he had ever been in his entire life, because no type of sugar-sweet food would satiate this hunger.
He had stuffed his adorable face with Haruhi's hand made waffles, using plenty of whipped cream and strawberries to cover the top. It had not been enough.
Something inside him growled, but it was not his stomach.
He devoured mountains of waffles, and this hunger inside him would not subside.
When Haruhi walked back into the Third Music Room with another towering pile of waffles for the customers, he almost retched. He would not eat anymore. He could not eat anymore.
Desperate to find whatever he needed to feel full again, Hunny scanned the room. He studied the sunlight streaming in from the floor to ceiling windows, the aristocratic features of every customer in the room, even the particle filled water in the rose vases. He found nothing. He listened intently to the clinking of fine teacups connecting with china, to Tamaki's overzealous words that filled the hearts of the girls around him with self-esteem. Kyoya tapped away on his laptop. Hikaru and Kaoru made the girls around them squeal in delight. Footsteps made their way toward where Hunny sat.
"Hunny-senpai?" Haruhi placed her work-worn hands on his shoulders, slightly shaking him. He looked up at her, caught in the intricate movements of her lips and tongue. The world seemed to work in slow motion as he studied her mouth moving again.
"Hunny-senpai, are you okay? I brought you more waffles."
Her mouth had stopped moving. His hunger had momentarily subsided with the gentle rhythm of her moving lips. Hunny now understood what had him feeling so empty.
"Haru-chan, can I make waffles with you?" Hunny added some of his wiggling pink flowers to the mix, and Haruhi instantaneously agreed.
"Of course, but this is the last batch." She led him through a side door into the kitchen attachment that Tamaki had conveniently unveiled. Waffle batter, fruits and several topping were spread across the countertop haphazardly, the commoner brand waffle maker at the very end next to a stack of plates.
"Can you mix the cinnamon in with that batter, Hunny-senpai?" Haruhi pointed to a bottle of cinnamon and a rather large bowl of raw waffle. He dumped the powder in with glee, knowing that cinnamon and strawberry were the waffles he had requested for himself.
"Not too much Hunny-senpai, or the waffles will be spicy instead of sweet." He was a bit too preoccupied with her moving mouth to stop his cinnamon pouring.
"Hunny-senpai, stop pouring the cinnamon!" She hurried over and snatched the bottle from his hands, using a spoon to attempt removal of the extra cinnamon.
"Sorry Haru-chan." He watched her moving lips in discreet fascination.
"It's fine, really. But what were you staring at?" She scanned the cabinets behind her before turning back to Hunny.
He wasn't hungry anymore; he was starving.
"Nothing, Haru-chan!" A falsified cover up would do nicely. "Can we cook the waffles now?"
"Mhmm. Just pour some batter in the waffle maker and press down the lid."
Hunny watched her mouth the words to a song as he began to pour on the waffle batter…and not stop.
When Haruhi turned around she found the waffle maker oozing with extra batter, Hunny standing over it innocently with zoned out eyes. She hurriedly unplugged it and removed the bowl from Hunny's hands.
"Haru-chan?" He looked not at her eyes, but the rounded curves of her lips.
"Hai?"
"Don't…move." Hunny stood on his tiptoes and kissed the doe-eyed Haruhi smack on those delicate lips.
Hunger would no longer be an issue.
I personally hated this one. Yourselves?