**AN: I don't own it. I'm not making any money off of it. A collection of oneshots of various lengths and genres focused around Mori and Haruhi (because they're my favorite)**

Undercurrents

The day hadn't gone at all as planned.

Initially Kyoya had called the twins when the costume shipment for today's Cabaret theme was set to be delayed. There was no way he could trust Tamaki with such a responsibility. But then the twins had handed off responsibility to Mori and Honey, citing exam week as an excuse for not having the time to spare to costuming.

Mori's uncle, who had connections through body-guard work to the movie industry, had connected them with the best costume shop in Tokyo.

And Mori had gone to help select outfits.

Kyoya had made sure to give him specifics. Not that he didn't trust Mori. Really there was no one else in the club that he would assign a truly crucial task to, but costuming aesthetics weren't necessarily up the taller boy's alley.

But just because he hadn't planned it didn't mean he was oblivious to what was going on.

It was all about undercurrents.

And the intense look Mori-senpai was giving Haruhi at this moment as she laughed lightly at something one of her guests said, was full of undercurrents. It had been a risk, honestly, actually allowing Haruhi to wear the costume. One might think that the voluminous skirts, lace, and frills favored by the twins and Tamaki would reveal Haruhi's femininity when the club's cosplay cast her in a feminine role (and honestly, the customer's loved it, so why shouldn't they?). But in actuality this elegantly refined woman's suit, sleek and tailored, that Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai had chosen was a far greater threat to giving away her biggest secret than the 'cute' outfits favored by the twins and Tamaki.

Kyoya easily hid the surprise he felt. He was unused to being surprised, but it did happen on occasion. And there was always room to use such rare occurrences to his advantage.

As he scanned the room his gaze was caught by the smallest, least assuming of the Host Club members. There was a great deal of knowing in those sparkling, child-like eyes. Kyoya repressed a shudder.

There were few, very few things in this world that truly unnerved him, but the possibility that occasionally crossed his mind, that Honey-sempai might understand more of the undercurrents of the Club's relationships than Kyoya himself, was one of those things.

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*peace y'all*