Glasses

"Takashi!"

Mori woke up with a start blinking away the haziness, he realized that he fell asleep in class the bell must have rang most of the students already filed out, turning when he felt someone slightly tug on his sleeve instantly he felt warmer, Mitsukuni was staring up at him with worried eyes.

"Takashi, are you okay?" His child like voice caught the attention of some lingering girls.

"Yeah." Was his simple reply but it was enough for Mitsukuni who started jumping for joy, Mori braced himself when his smaller cousin leaped up to sit on his shoulders, instinctively he reached up to lightly grasp the blondes ankles.

"We gotta hurry up, Takashi! Or we're going to be late for host club." Mori tried very hard to ignore the squealing and giggling girls but there was sure more to come, there always was.

Walking through the grand doors of music room three was always a spectacle, rose petals never failed to meet you and welcome you into the 'magic' or so Tamaki would put it, dimly Mori wondered how they did that but his thoughts were cut short when he was faced with an imposing glint of glasses.

"You're late." To anyone else it would have sounded threatening but Mori simply nodded, Kyoya almost awkwardly adjusted his glasses.

"Don't let it happen again." Again Mori nodded even added a bonus grunt for his benefit, though he meant it as an apology but he doubted Kyoya would get it, no one ever did of course the exception of Mitsukuni.

"Kyo-chan can be scary."

"Hm."

There was a loud cheer that got both their attention, a large group of girls were gathered around something or rather someone.

"Doesn't he look cute?"

"Oh my gosh he looks so professional!"

"Awe look he's blushing!"

All at once they all started to squeal Tamaki and the twins must have been in the mess to, their voices distinct over the high pitch, this was going to be a long day.

"Ah my darling daughter won't you please join me in the grand endeavor of father daughter bonding!"

"No, boss, she's gonna sit with us." Kaoru started. "We want to play!" They both ended in perfect time.

Mitsukuni already forgotten about the whole episode to enjoy a chocolate cake, sitting happily in the corner with Mori standing faithfully beside him though all his attention was drawn to the hubbub that was startlingly becoming louder.

"Let me go, your hurting me!"

"No I shall not let you be corrupted by these doppelgangers!"

"We just wanna play, boss, no big deal. Come on Haruhi lets go have some fun!"

There was more yelling, the girls were still swooning and Kyoya ever the observer simply scribbled notes down, this occurred far to often to be worrisome but Mori thought otherwise, there was always this tug a little itch that bothered him whenever this happened.

"Mori-senpai!" Her voice seemed to echo through out the room and in a flash Mori was there thoroughly un-tangled and lifted her out of the situation.

Mori still held her in the air and to his relief he found no injury, looking up to meet her gaze he found out what all the fuss was about.

There was nothing really out of the ordinary other than her bewildered expression but a pair of sleek black rimmed glasses placed delicately on her nose she looked distinct and very certified. The glasses suited her perfectly Haruhi easily looked the part of a lawyer. Mori had to admit that she looked lovely and…sexy?

This was a terrible moment to remember the dream.

Haruhi watched as his eyes widened just a fraction and for a fleeting moment she felt strange butterflies of insecurity flutter in her stomach. Mori gulped involuntarily trying desperately to pull himself together.

A pair of glasses shouldn't do this to a man!

But he felt all sense and logic blow out the window the more he looked at her, his imagination running wild damn these hormones. Haruhi suddenly felt a foreign kind of fear, no not fear, bashfulness she couldn't help but feel warm in his intense gaze maybe the glasses weren't such a good idea after all.

They were both taken out of their thoughts when all sorts of commotion surrounded them, Tamaki yelling dramatics and a round of applause from love sick girls. Haruhi laughed awkwardly and placed her hand on Mori's arm.

"You can put me down now, senpai." Robotically he sat her gently on the ground.

"Haru-chan, you look so cute!" Mitsukuni ran straight into Haruhi's waiting arms and twirled with her around the room.

"Thank you, Honey-senpai." Her voice shaky and unsure, something new to everyone's ears.

Kyoya had already affectively quieted the crowd and ushered everyone to their rightful places, Tamaki and Hikaru were the only ones that put up a protest eventually they did go back to their posts, and grudgingly they started to play gentlemen again.

"Come along, Haruhi, you have eager guests to tend to." Kyoya's pleasant voice only made her blanch; Haruhi took a glance to her customers, all very well enthusiastic and ready to pounce. She sweat dropped not really knowing if she could deal with this extra attention already feeling claustrophobic and smothered she was in serious need of a breather.

"Excuse me, ladies, but if you'll f-forgive me I need to step out."

She didn't give them time to answer she was already across the room, quickly making her way to the exit, never before has it looked so beautiful to know that there was quiet on the other side. But Haruhi didn't stop once she was out, she could still hear them so a sprint down the long hallways was in order.

There had to be some place quiet.

But she didn't make it as far as she hoped because two steps into her quest the uniformed shoes made themselves known that they were never meant to run on marbled floor. Her right foot made a squeak of protest and slipped from under her both of Haruhi's legs were in the air and than…

"Oof!"

Haruhi was left winded on the floor and for a moment she just lay there, not really processing what had just happened yet. Today wasn't her day she decided, first the extra homework, math test to study for, Tamaki and the twins settled to play tug o war with her left and right arm.

This all started with those stupid glasses! She honestly didn't think anybody would make a such a big deal out of them, Haruhi just wanted to try something new, her contact supply ran out and she didn't want to go back to those old ones…speaking of glasses she couldn't see!

"I just had to drop them."

Reaching around and feeling like a complete fool, Haruhi didn't notice the click of the door or the person now leaning to quietly kneel beside her.

"Haruhi." His low voice, however quite, still made her jump she turned quickly only to see a blurry face but she could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Sorry for running out like that, senpai." She turned to look for her glasses in shame.

"Hm."

Time seemed to have frozen once she felt the sensation of his warm hand stopping her wondering one heat immediately rushed to her cheeks. That same hand softly tipped her chin up so she was facing him, which wasn't quite what Haruhi wanted at the moment, her face was burning at the contact; no one has ever treated her this delicately before. Quietly taking her small hands into his own they stood up only to be spellbound.

Haruhi felt that her usual logical brain was teetering on the edge of...Something? Of what that something was she wasn't sure but maybe what was throwing her off balance was his closeness or his scent a fragrance she could only describe as Mori, unconsciously she leaned in for a closer inspection.

The warmth was such a welcoming sentiment, a safeness that almost made her relax but an inconceivable feeling kept her heart beating rapidly an edginess that was completely foreign, Haruhi wasn't the only one having troubles it seemed. Mori couldn't even form coherent thoughts let alone words.

She gasped when she felt his fingers slightly brush the stray hair out of her eyes and gently he placed the glasses back on her nose he paused, cupping her chin for a better inspection of his work and hummed in approval. His voice almost made her turn to jelly; she so desperately wanted to break the silence, to break this spell it was too much for her to understand.

"I-I don't think the glasses were such a good idea." Awkwardly Haruhi started to pull at the hem of her sleeve, his hands now placed in his pockets he simply shook his head, she wanted something from him but she didn't know what, it felt like…approval? That was just ridiculous.

Mori reached up again and cupped her cheek instead, she felt herself go weak at the gentle look in his eyes.

"You look lovely."

His deep voice resonated within her, moved her and despite her best efforts turned Haruhi into a stuttering mess.

"Th-thank y-you, M-m-m…" This wasn't happening this never happened before what was wrong? She couldn't even finish the sentence!

Before she could really start panicking Mori softly chuckled and ruffled her hair it was an endearing sight to spot her so out of character and girly especially to know that he was the cause.

Quietly, Mori made a decision he unconsciously already made a while ago.

Calmly Mori took her hand and kneeled in front of her which conveniently wasn't a great deal of a height difference much to Haruhi's dislike.

She watched in bafflement when he raised her hand delicately to his mouth and placed a feathery kiss which Haruhi was completely unprepared for, feeling as though she were about to faint and burst from all this giddiness.

"You may call me Takashi."

For a moment Haruhi saw stars, there was no way he could have just that but sure enough in his eyes held resolve and a tenderness she instinctively knew was just for her. Could he really be asking for what she thinks he was asking? There was no way, plain and simple it was irrational to even imagine it.

"T-takashi..?"

And in the empty hallways of Ouran Academy exactly two steps away from music room three there stood a petite young lady who although dressed like a boy still looked beautiful in the eyes of a strong and valiant young man who kneeled in front of her.

Both of them finding something they didn't know they were seeking.

Wondrous and grand feelings spread throughout Takashi, warmth and a happiness he didn't know he could feel when she spoke his given name, sounding more like a gift and a song only he could hear. His grey eyes betraying what words he could not speak Haruhi couldn't help but react to Takashi's affections, emotions he so rarely displayed and words he spoke were even more seldom.

He softly smiled not being able to hold back his happiness hearing her gasp only made him smile wider, Haruhi could only blush he chuckled which made her giggle. It was the second time she has heard him laugh, discovering now that it was just something she couldn't live without.

Tightening his hold on her hands he slowly brought one to his chest and used his other hand to softly stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles, a blush he just couldn't get enough of already covering her cheeks. Dropping all walls and all his guard, Takashi looked at her with pure adoration and determination.

'Your mine.'

Shyly Haruhi leaned down stopping just a breath away from his lips, letting him hang in anticipation for just a moment heat spreading through her body, never being this close to anyone before. She watched as he closed his eyes, gently she clutched her hands on to the front of his shirt and leaned closer to place a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose, Takashi opened his eyes in delightful shock to find a playful Haruhi staring right back.

"Takashi?"

"Hm."

"I'm yours."