A/N It is so. Damn. Cold. In my house right now. And we po', so I thought "Ouran!". And I'm in love with Mori. This was originally supposed to be doujinshi… but then I remembered I can't draw for crap. So please excuse.
Oh! "" "" means that those crazy twins are talking.
"Ah… Is this a commoner's tradition…?"
Haruhi shot Tamaki a dark glare over the collar of her thick sweater. She pulled it farther up around her face and breathed into the musty wool, trying to get spread some warmth to the rest of her cold face.
""Seriously! What is this stuff?"" The Hitachiin brothers each grabbed a sleeve of the dark green sweater and pinched the coarse material tentatively.
"Barbed wire?"
"Old sponges?"
""Bark?""
"Rich bastards…." Haruhi wriggled free of their grip. " The heat is off in-"
"Ohhhhhh! My darling daughter! So poor she can't even afford to heat the meager little shack she calls her home! Come to Father, Haruhi! Be warmed by his love!"
"It's not a shack! They're just fixing the heating system, idiot!" She dodged Tamaki's…. glomp and careened into Kaoru and Hikaru's waiting arms.
"Or you could always…"
"… be warmed by our love."
"Unhand of my precious daughter!"
""Make us, milord!""
"Mori-sempai! Help!"
A pair of long arms broke through the sea of ill conceived "fatherly"/ forbidden brother love and plucked Haruhi into the air from the scuffle.
"Thanks Mori-sempai." Haruhi tugged her collar over her nose again as she was set back on the ground.
Mori tugged the long gray scarf off his neck and draped it around Haruhi's neck.
"Ah."