As Haruhi was about to receive clients, Tamaki, hiding behind a chair, popped up helpfully and said, "I'll take the girls instead Haruhi-kun!"
"That's not necessary," Haruhi said, and the girls arrived in a group of three.
Tamaki turned to Kyouya. He said, "It would be unethical to promise them Haruhi-kun and give them you."
So all Tamaki could do was watch as Haruhi's time was usurped by not Tamaki.
Kyouya looked at his clipboard, under Tamaki's list. His eyes caught a familiar name, one that had been showing up three or four times a week for Tamaki. That was above and beyond even a regular, who usually came once or twice a week.
The pen traced a ramrod-straight line directly through the pretty characters of the girl's name.
He would have to put a few small restrictions in place.
Haruhi was eating her lunch next to Hikaru today. She said, "A lot of boys have been asking me out when I'm not in school."
Hikaru paused. "You're not going to, right? It would be dangerous."
Kaoru looked over with a frown.
"For me, or them? The girls could kill someone."
"Just go out with me and solve the problem."
Kaoru shot out of his seat and left the cafeteria.
Mori sat very still on the couch as his Mitsukuni bounced on top of and under and through and around him. Then, one of his clients was sitting next to him and trying to talk to him. She finally said, "Hunny-sempai, would you please stop?"
Hunny smiled brightly and skipped over to his own girls. Thirty seconds later, Mori stole him back. The girl would have to live with it.
Hunny was talking to his clients and sitting on Takashi's lap. A girl walked up and said, "Hunny-sempai, may I have a moment of Mori-sempai's time?"
Takashi training with him for seventeen years, Takashi sneaking him candies in class, Takashi telling him that they would get married when they grew up (just as eight-year-old Hunny had begged).
Hunny looked up at her and said, "Nope, all his moments are mine."
Hikaru said, "Jeez, Kaoru, Mom's been working for two weeks straight! Breakfast with just dad is boring."
"Yeah, he doesn't ring the 'trade clothes' bell more than once a minute. Mom's got better dresses for us to wear, too," Kaoru said dreamily. Their clients all nearly fainted.
Haruhi was listening closely. A girl asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Haruhi smiled. "What it must be like to have a mother."