Haruhi found that she was never more content than when she read with Mori.
They read together every Sunday. On warm days, they'd retreat to the furthest corner of the many acres of land that Mori's mansion was on, to a gigantic old tree. They'd settled beneath it, Mori leaning against the trunk and Haruhi against his torso. When it was too cold or if there was rain, they'd stay inside, curled up by a fire. Sometimes they'd be reading different books, other times they'd share one. But, no matter what, they'd always be positioned the same way; Haruhi leaning against Mori's chest, with his arm wrapped around her waist.
Today was a warm day, and today they were also reading the same book. It was one that Mori was required to read for one of his classes, and it also was one that Haruhi had been curious about reading. Mori held the book, and was turning the pages; Haruhi was merely nestled against him.
Suddenly, Mori shifted, and in doing so, he moved the book so that she was unable to read it. Surprised, and a little ticked off, Haruhi looked up, unsure why he'd moved. Mori was looking down at her, giving her that soft and barely noticeable smile of his.
"What is it, Takashi?" Haruhi asked. If he'd moved the book, there was probably a good reason for it.
He ruffled her hair and leaned in, kissing her forehead.
"I love you."
Haruhi stared at him for a second, then grinned. She snuggled in closer against him, and kissed him.
"I love you too."
Just something quick I thought of, short and sweet.
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