Title: Prompt 1: Cans

Prompt: Imagine person A trying to balance a stack of cans on person B's head.

One-Shot: 25

Word Count: 692

Dedication: I originally dedicated this to Izzyboopers (now Existiert Nicht if I recall correctly), so I suppose her!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club nor any of its characters. Everything belongs to its respective owners. Nothing here is being used for the sake of profit; this is simply all for your entertainment.

"Hikaru this is the most idiotic of idiotic ideas," Kaoru said, amber eyes watching as his brother scurried around the kitchen with style and swiftness similar to that of a mouse.

"Then why are you going along with it?" Hikaru questioned, a smirk playing on his lips at the lack of response he received. Returning to his brother's side and arms filled with cans he set the containers on the countertop, using his now empty hand to pat the head of his counterpart. "Besides, I'm bored."

Kaoru scowled because how did that make this acceptable? But nonetheless allowed his twin to continue on with his goal, wondering himself why he agreed to this.

"Sit up straight," Hikaru commanded, watching in slight amusement as the other teen exaggerated a groan and straightened his posture. "Good boy." Kaoru glared at his identical brother, although the stare held no true emotion to it.

"Just get this over with already."

Hikaru scoffed, shaking his head. "My, my, eager are we? My dear Kaoru you must understand this is an art. You can't simply 'get it over with', as you so rudely put it. It takes time and preparation and-."

"Hikaru either you're trying to describe how sex works, or you don't seem to understand that you're balancing cans on my head!"

The elder Hitachiin rolled his eyes, murmuring something along the lines of "you would know", but nonetheless got to work stacking cans upon his twin's red locks, the task surprisingly simple despite its spiked nature. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and each one was placed slower and with more precision than the previous with a patience Kaoru was unaware the elder twin held. He himself has to use all willpower to keep his body straight and still so as to not ruin his brother's hard work.

Surprisingly they somehow got to around ten cans, the varying sizes and shapes and contents causing the tower to wobble. By this point Hikaru had to move to standing atop a table in order to reach the top, and Kaoru was beginning to feel pained by the pressure on his skull – not like he'd tell Hikaru and spoil his fun anyhow.

Just as Hikaru was preparing to place another on the growing stack, the two heard the front door swing open and an all-too-familiar voice greet them with, "Hikaru~! Kaoru~!"

Tamaki.

Hikaru internally cursed the blonde for entering their house unannounced once more, while silently wondering why their "Lord" would visit at this day and hour.

They suddenly heard the front door slam shut, and time seemed to slow as Kaoru cringed, the impressive can tower crumbling at the movement. Wide amber eyes met their identical match as Kaoru suddenly found himself falling from his stool and being pelted by the things he had just been balancing, a sharp pain resounding through his skill although he couldn't pinpoint from where. He faintly heard his brother call out, "No, Kaoru!" but the cry fell on deaf ears. He was vaguely aware that he was being cradled by warm arms, and forced his eyes open to stare up at his brother who was in near tears.

It was one thing for Kaoru to be hurt. It was another for Hikaru to be the one to hurt him.

He could practically feel his brother's sob of relief as he nuzzled his nose into the younger's neck, repeatedly murmuring apologies and "never again."

Kaoru laughed, ignoring the pain in his stomach where it was bruised by the cans, and gently ran his fingers through his brother's hair to ease the pounding in his own skull. "Good. Those things hurt. Plus I don't think Cook will be too happy with us denting dinner." This response pulled a broken laugh from within the other, choked by his tears.

It was then Tamaki entered the kitchen, his face a mix of horror and disbelief as he took in the sight before him, "what happened in here!?"

Both twins glared spitefully at the canned goods in a pitiful pile where the two had left them, not wanting to bother with the object of their pain.

"Cans."

A/N: This is a prompt-inspired one-shot that was originally supposed to be in this really long Special Edition one-shot titled 'Prompt', but there were too many prompts and AUs I wanted to do so I suppose this will just be another subseries (like Special Edition and Bonus are).

I hope you like them, and feel free to request any OTP Prompts you find!

~Angie the Author