A/N: So here it is. Loab II chapter 2. I don't own ourasn although I think I should.

Chika sat in his new room at the Morinozuka estate. They had been moved in for about three days and something didn't feel right to Chika. He missed Haruhi and he wondered if she missed him as much as he missed her. 'Why can't she return my feelings? Why hasn't she told me that she feels the same way?' Chika thought feeling confused as to why Haruhi didn't notice how he felt about her.

"You doing OK there?" a slightly hoarse voice came from the doorway. Chika's head snapped up to see Satoshi leaning in his doorway. He nodded as Satoshi walked over to his bed. Satoshi leaned against the wall putting his hands behind his head. "No you aren't OK so what is going on with you?"

'Haruhi,' Chika singed. That was all Satoshi needed, he knew what that meant. His cousin was thinking about the girl that he liked.

"Well why don't you invite her over. I thought you were going to help her improve her cooking skills?" Satoshi said as he started to cough. He managed to get it under control and then he felt a soft punch hit his upper arm. He looked over at Chika with an eyebrow raised.

'You should try learning sign language. My voice will come back, but I don't want yours damaged forever,' Chika held up the piece of paper he had written this on. He didn't want his best friend to lose his voice forever. Satoshi nodded and for the next couple hours Chika worked to teach Satoshi some simple, but useful phrases. Satoshi was soon called away by the family doctor to check his vitals to make sure everything was alright.

Chika had built up his courage over the last few hours and whipped out his cell phone. He decided that he was going to send a text to Haruhi inviting her over the next day. It read: Hey Haruhi. I remember you asked if I could teach you to make that chicken. Want to come over tomorrow after school and we can work on it?

A few minutes later he received a text back. Sure that would be great. I have a test next week but a little break would be nice.

Chika smiled. It would be good to have the girl he liked over at his house. He couldn't wait to see what would happen the next day. He hoped that Haruhi could tell him how much she cared for him and how much she wanted to be with him. He was looking forward to seeing the light in her eyes as they both confessed how they felt to one another. He smiled to himself as he wandered off to finish some assignments that he hadn't gotten to. He had to write an essay for English and he started into it right away. Once he was finished with it he looked it over and sighed. This was not a composition about Shakespeare that they had read. Instead of writing about Romeo and Juliet he had written about Haruhi. And how much he wanted to be with her, but could not until she returned the feelings that he had for her, if she could return those feelings at all. Chika sighed as he rested his forehead against the notebook. He was going to have to tell her how he felt sooner rather than later.

(Next day)

Chika woke up the next morning feeling anxious, nervous, and excited, three emotions he didn't know could exist simultaneously in one person. Apparently it could though and as Chika found out the only way to relieve these feeling was to pace back and forth in his room waiting for breakfast to be ready. He ran down to the dining room and practically inhaled his breakfast before running out the door and into the gardens. 'Maybe trying to meditate will help me forget about my nerves for a little while,' Chika thought as he sat under a cherry tree and closed his eyes. He tried to let his mind go blank. After a while of trying to concentrate he opened his eyes and looked up. He saw the cherry blossoms there and thought of how beautiful they were. They brought him some peace so he laid back and decided to look at the flowers for a while. Just then he was jolted out of his trance by a voice.

"Yasuchika, are you OK? Haruhi is here," Satoshi said looking at his best friend.

Chika looked at his best friend and immediately got up off the ground almost tripping while doing so. Haruhi was here she was here to see him. Chika's heart soared at the thought of having a girl come over so they could see him specifically. And not just any girl, but Haruhi Fujioka herself. He ran until he got to the entrance hall and slowed his pace when he saw Haruhi sitting there. 'She looks wonderful in those shorts and that t-shirt,' Chika thought as he approached her. Chika tapped Haruhi on the shoulder and she looked up at him and smiled.

'Let's go to the kitchen OK?' Chika signed amazed by the wonderful girl in front of him. She nodded and followed the younger man to the kitchen. Once there Chika started to get out ingredients and set them on the counter.

"Where is the recipe for the chicken?" Haruhi asked finally saying something. Chika jumped slightly at her voice. He turned to her and smiled.

'There is no recipe,' he signed before he went back to getting out ingredients. He turned around to see Haruhi staring at him.

"You just made that up?" she asked bewildered that someone could do that. Sure she could adjust recipes, but to make one up and be able to remember it was beyond her. She saw Chika nod at her statement as he went about prepping things. Once things were prepped Chika tapped Haruhi.

'Ready?' he signed looking at her. She nodded and they set to work. She would cook while Chika would sign her instructions or take over and show Haruhi and then let her try on her own. It went on like this for a while until Haruhi began to stir the sauce. That was the part that had to be just right. There was no showing how to do it and then repeat. It had to be done right the first time or the sauce would not turn out right.

Haruhi suddenly felt a presence behind her. She felt a hand grab hers and she looked back to see Chika standing behind her holding her hand on the spoon. He nodded his head toward the pot and Haruhi turned around and focused as he helped her stir. Three time clockwise, two and a half times counterclockwise. They repeated this motion together until the sauce was done.

Before he knew what he was doing Chika had grabbed Haruhi's hand to help her stir the sauce the proper way. His stomach flipped as she turned and looked at him. Was that love in her eyes? What was that emotion that he saw written on her face? He decided that they should get back to making the sauce and nodded toward the pot. As they stirred together Chika's thoughts wandered a bit. 'Does this mean she likes me too?' he thought. 'I wish that I could stay right here forever.' Chika looked at the stove and realized that the sauce was done. He let go of Haruhi's hand so she could take it off and pour it over the chicken. As Chika watched her do this he couldn't help but think of how good it felt to help Haruhi. 'I hope she realizes her feelings soon,' he thought, 'If she doesn't I think I might go insane because I cant keep feelings for such an amazing person locked inside my heart.'

A/N: I hope you enjoyed….will Haruhi realize her feelings? Keep reading to find out ;)