![]() ![]() Sometimes he wishes it had been him the one to dive in and save Haruhi from the sea but you can’t win them all, and there will be other falls he’ll be ready to stop. He knows he shouldn’t feel like it’s the end of the world when Mitsukuni says ‘It’s okay if you make friends, Takashi, it makes me happy!’ after all, it’s Haruhi the one who presented the door to him first, and now…he’s finally ready to open it. There’s no kid on Earth that can rival Hunny-senpai’s deadly skills at kicking ass although Takashi comes very close to it, when the soldiers surrounding him threaten the small girl in his arms. It’s his duty to protect Mitsukuni, and he’s failed, failed, failed so much that he thinks there can never be a good enough punishment for what he’s done Haruhi snaps him out of it, telling him that Hunny-senpai will be fine, and that’s when Takashi realises that instead of brooding, he should really go out and look for his friend. “Drink,” he orders, voice deep and stern, and Haruhi listens he has a talent to discover who’s sick and hiding it, and making them take bad-tasting medicine for their own good. Haruhi’s arrival to the club presents him with a door should he choose to open and cross it, he would probably learn how to live without Mitsukuni, and without protecting him all the time for now, he lets the door stay like it is, closed. Sometimes he wonders just how innocent their King can be, if it took him that long to figure Haruhi wasn’t a ‘he’, but a ‘she’. Stoic, wild, call him whatever you want, but Haruhi still thinks the tall, dark and handsome character is what gets the ladies to swoon. When Tamaki asks her to brew instant commoner-coffee, she tries to get Hunny-senpai to drink some, but Mori-senpai stops her before she can get there, telling her that a caffeinated Mitsukuni is a scary one although later, when she sees Mori-senpai has downed both coffee cups, she thinks that he probably wanted it all for himself, and prepares him another cup, for good measure. When Mori-senpai holds her in the air, his hands there, it feels as if millions of teeny tiny insects are strolling around Haruhi’s skin she’s not sure what scares her more, the bugs, or the fact that she likes it. He never thought he’d protect someone else aside Mitsukuni, but there’s a first time for everything, he supposes. When he pulls him out of Tamaki’s clutches, his hands manage to touch something oddly lumpy he tries to reason it in any way other than the obvious, but all he can come up with is ‘maybe they’re apples’ and that ends up being less reasonable, and more perverted. Takashi decides that Haruhi-san will be like a breath of fresh air, from the instant he steps into the third music room. This ended up being more in Kyoya’s POV (I think that’s his way of extracting revenge for what I did to him in my first fic, the poor, vindictive bastard.) I hope you’re still enjoying this! My idea was to write a Haruhi-pairing for each theme set, but because I have come to understand that the community only allows me two claims, then I’ll just…sulk somewhere. Because there’s a reason why every innocent girl needs the wild type of men to set them straight.ĭedications: To abandonreality, since she’s the only one on my flist who likes Ouran, that I know of.Ī/N: This is based, and using, the Delta set at 1sentence. Summary: He barely talks, and yet he has such a talent with making her hear him. Ship: Haruhi Fujioka x Takashi ‘Mori’ Morinozuka
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