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"So, what time are they coming?" Haruhi sighed as she continued cooking.
"Any minute now," Tamaki mumbled.
"Crap!" Haruhi panicked, scurrying left to right, cracking eggs and flipping pancakes. "Mind if you could help?"
"MY DAUGHTER WANTS TO SPEND TIME WITH ME!" Tamaki screamed in joy, rubbing his face on hers. "KYA!"
"Let's hurry, we're doing double time now!" Haruhi ordered Tamaki as he happily listened.
"Haru~chan!" Honey mewed, dashing to her as he hugged tightly.
"Hey, Haruhi." the twins said as they swerved their arms around her.
"What's to eat today?" Kyoya asked, writing in his clipboard.
Someone was knocking at the door.
"Come in," Haruhi called out.
Mori came walking in as he silently stopped in his track.
Crap, Haruhi froze. Don't look, don't look, don't look...
Mori looked at Haruhi.
"Breakfast is ready." Haruhi looked away as she blushed, dragging Tamaki into the kitchen to serve food.
"American pancakes?" Honey asked, poking at it with his fork.
"Are you going to eat that?" Hikaru ignored Honey's nodding as he scooped up the food from his plate.
"Hey! I was going to eat those strawberries!" Honey whined.
"Ah," Mori said, grabbing all the strawberries and dumping them onto Honey's plate.
"Thanks, Mori!" Honey grinned, stuffing his face with strawberries.
"So," Kaoru looked at his food. "Mori and Haruhi, you've been awfully quiet, haven't you?"
Mori and Haruhi snapped their heads towards Kaoru instantly, as they both stared at him in silence.
"Oh." Kaoru rolled his eyes. "Not really wanting to talk, I see?"
Haruhi rubbed her head, ignoring him as she ate quietly.
Mori looked away as well, eating quietly.
Hikaru and Kaoru started some light conversation to brighten up the mood, but Mori and Haruhi simply nodded, continuing to eat in silence. Honey kept on rambling about what Ranka-san would say if he found all the hosts in Haruhi's apartment. Tamaki happily swayed his head side to side, glad enough that he could sit by Haruhi at the least.
"Mori, Haruhi," Kyoya stared at them both, as they cocked their heads towards Kyoya's direction. "Is there something you need to tell us?"
"..." they both stared in silence. Kyoya sighed as he nagged them again.
"It's alright if you tell us," Kyoya smiled, faking it. "We're family, right?"
"Ah," was all that Mori said.
"I need to get ready for lunch-time, excuse me." Haruhi stuttered, bowing as she dashed to her room.
"I smell something fishy," Hikaru raised his eyebrow.
"More like alcohol," Honey added, sniffing Mori's shirt. He sniffed something of strawberries coming from Mori's back pocket. He grabbed it, gasping as he held it in front of everyone.
"Mori, can you explain this?" Honey asked, confused, as he held up Haruhi's underwear.
Mori froze in shock.
Where did he find that, Mori thought before mentally hitting himself.
"I found it in your pocket." Honey crossed his arms, putting it aside.
"Well, Mori?" Kyoya smirked, as he waved his pen back and forth in a swaying motion. "Guess there's no way out of this."
Thank you for waiting! (These chapters take me a short amount of time to type, thankfully.) I hope that was good enough for now, but I will give you a precaution before- Chapter 8 will be containing some lemon. (Yes, for the fans who crave it.)-I do not intend to listen to all the people whining that TamaHaru is a better ship- I SHIP MORIHARU ALL THE WAY