Dirty Laundry
A war had beeen raging in his mind. It went unsuspected however. How no-one noticed was beyond him. His brain was at melting point her? Could no-one see the steam rushing out of his ears?
Somehow the proceedings of the Club room continued on, while his brain churned in turmoil. Tamaki continued his antics. Hunny continued eating. Mori continued being. Kyouya was at his notebook while Haruhi chatted amiably to some customers. Hikaru sitting beside him didn't seem to notice a thing either.
Kaoru had never felt more lost in his life.
Not only was he lost, he was guilty, happy, mortified, confused and sad all at the same time. Was that even humanly possible?? Still no decision had been reached though he was leaning heavily to the straight side. He watched Haruhi from the corner of his eye walking a girl to the door.
He had never felt like this before. Why was this such irrepressible feeling. Why? Why? Why?
Then she smiled and his decision was made.
"Hikaru?"
"Hm?" His brother leaned back on the sofa.
"I don't think I'm gay…"
"Huh?" Hikaru's eyes snapped open as Kaoru stood up.
"But their going to think I am anyway…"
"Eh??"
And with that he left his confused and somewhat bewildered brother and walked towards Haruhi. It was now or never. It didn't particularly matter whether she accepted or not. He always had a fallback, glancing back at Hikaru he gave a thumbs up.
Girls who had suddenly appeared in hordes from seemingly nowhere screamed "Moe!". Kaoru walked up to Haruhi, who was looking slightly bemused.
This sock was no longer dirty laundry.
Lilly: O.O'
Laurry: Where does this come from??
Lilly: Shadow of Significance-san asked!!
Laurry: SO this drabble can be dedicated to her?
Lilly: Yup!
Both: Happy New Years Peoples!!