Haruhi/ Kyoya
Kyoya's Inner Mind Theatre'Please Take Me Home" – Blink 182
Kyoya Ootori tried to hide his smirk as he watched Haruhi brandishing the peasant feather duster with deadly speed and precision. Anybody else would have felt guilty, watching a delicate female working furiously without lifting a finger himself. But where was the profit? And she had, of course, brought it upon herself.
The previous evening, after discovering that no one at Ouran had ever heard of Walt Disney, Haruhi had made the grave error of putting on "Aladdin"
So today Tamaki had decided that today the Host Club should be desert sheiks; ready to "Take his lovely kitty's on the magic carpet ride of love" – which required a bonafied desert.
After a day of random outbursts of songs from Tamaki, tears from Hani (when sand got in his cake) and screams from the twins as they rubbed sand in each other's hair, Haruhi had snapped. After scolding His Highness for being impulsive and childish, the natural rookie herded everybody from the music room claiming she needed to study.
She had, of course, forgotten the little sand problem.
The Ootori heir sniggered from behind his laptop, pushing his glasses up his nose as he shook his head at commoner stubbornness. He had offered to let his servants clean the mess – for a small fee- but Fujioka had declined, mumbling something about "cleaning up after rich bastards". He should have been insulted, but for some strange reason, Kyoya didn't mind being labelled with his co-hosts. Although that may have had something to do with the very cute apron Haruhi was wearing at the moment.
Just as this thought occurred to him, Haruhi stepped back from the newly dusted bookcase and smiled. "All done, Senior" she said, hands on hips as she flashed that triumphant smile over towards the 'Demon King'.
As their eyes met, Kyoya froze. The music room melted away and was replaced with the Ootori family dining room where Haruhi seemed to be cleaning happily away, headscarf a little askew from the rigorous exercise. Phantom- Haruhi reached up to adjust the material, the small gold ring on her finger glinting in the sunlight…God, he was as bad as Suou.
"Senior Kyoya?"
The dark haired boy was knocked out of his daydream to Haruhi's worried face. Still disoriented, Kyoya focused on Fukjioka's warm brown eyes, the slightly flushed complexion, and the cherry blossom lips and decided that there was some profit he could take away from all of this.
In a moment of impulsiveness, the Ootori heir reached out and yanked the girl's arm, pulling her into his lap.
Haruhi sat rigid in his grasp and shivered as she felt warm breath in her ear.
"Can I take you home?"