Haven't written in a while, thought I might try something fresh. Hope you enjoy it! :)
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As Haruhi stacked the serving cart with todays used teacups she couldn't help notice Mori's gaze aimed straight at her. She merely assumed she just happened to be in his eye line while he was lost in thought, but as always, she was wrong.
Mori was on one of his regular visits, as his campus was only an hour's drive from Ouran, and he was done with lectures for the day. These visits always delighted Kyouya, as customers were always eager to spend their time (and money) on him, now he was a University student. Hani visited much less often, as his campus was further away, and his schedule much busier. Though Mori seemed less approachable without his loli-shota companion, he had found a new appeal for the customers, "The Melancholy type", at first this was just a side effect of missing his friend, but as Renge had explained, the new popularity of classic French cinema had given the girls a liking for moody boys. So Mori would pour coffee, stare out the window and recite a few phrases Renge had given him to appear "deep". Mori went along with it, he missed hosting when he was away.
The time apart from Hani had given Mori a chance to work on his own aspirations, since the smaller host no longer needed his care. But it was the visits to the host club, sans Hani, that had given him much to think about.

Despite it only being three months into the first semester, Tamaki's "Daddy" routine had shot far out of control.
"Haaaaaruhi!" cried the blond king
"Why are you cleaning? We only have a short time left until Daddy has to go to college and then I'll only see you on weekends!" He then wrapped her in one of his cobra-tight embraces and yapped on about how much he would miss her.
"Senpai!" she pried herself from his grip
"For the last time you are NOT staying with me every weekend next year. You won't be staying in my house EVER!"
Tamaki began to cry as he moaned to Kyouya about "ungrateful daughters" Kyouya merely continued writing in his black book.
"Don't worry, Tono" an arm snaked its way around Haruhi's small waist.
"We'll take good care of our little Toy" and another.
The twins began rubbing their faces against Haruhi making Tamaki's blood boil. Haruhi, of course, was unfazed by their antics and began planning tonight's meal.
Do we still have eggs? I think I used them all this morning. I'd better visit the market, better safe than sorry…

Mori observed, as Haruhi stood stoically while Tamaki shouted about "unscrupulous twins" and said twins continued to "play" with her. All his life, Mori had only focused on pleasing one person, but now he had grown apart from Hani, he had begun to focus on Haruhi Fujioka. Ever since that day he rescued her from Tamaki and looked into her large chocolate brown eyes, she became a regular thought that crossed his mind. However Mori found it hard to convey his feelings to her, all he could muster was giving her all the strawberries on his cake.

Finally the trio became so distracted with their fight over Haruhi that the cross-dresser could slip out from under them and continue clearing up. As she pushed the full trolley into the kitchen, Mori go up from the windowsill and followed her in.
"Ah Mori-Senpai, you don't have to help, it's my turn to clean up today"
"It's okay" Mori said, avoiding eye contact and picking up the drying towel. (of course the host club owned a dishwasher until Renge removed it, claiming customers would enjoy drinking out of the teacups more if the boys had hand washed them. Kyouya had agreed.)
"Thanks" The girl smiled sweetly at him, causing Mori to turn beet-red and crack a rather rare smile of his own.

As Mori dried dishes he wondered what he could say to get this girl to understand his feelings. Though she seemed to be rather sympathetic at times, he knew she didn't usually respond well to advances, even if they were obvious ones (see Kasanoda, and Arai). Mori was never a man of many words, and he felt his stoic, yet rather harsh tone would not bode well for him when asking her out.
Haruhi continued to scrub teacups, unaware that her "dryer" was now preoccupied with staring at her, again. Mori noticed how her figure had developed over time. No longer the shapeless, short and androgynistic girl she once was. Haruhi had developed a slight curvaceousness, even when layered in the male uniform, the hint of femininity was still there. Her bangs framed her petite face, thick lashes surrounded her huge, mesmerising brown eyes, her lips formed a small heart shape as she scrubbed furiously at a tea stain on a saucer.
She was beautiful, alright. But then again, so were most of the girls at Ouran, and at his University. It was her mind that had him spellbound. She never failed to surprise him with her actions, and the way she dealt with all this chaos and still managed to maintain her focus on her studies. What got Mori most about this unique girl, was her ability to understand his relationship with Hani. How she came with him into the virtual jungle to help Mori find his friend, and how she sympathised with him after she had worked out the reason he had rejected a girl in front of her.
After going through all these reasons in his head, Mori realised what he must do. If he was ever going to get a chance with this girl, it would have to be soon. It won't be long until the other hosts decide to act upon their own feelings, so it was now or never.

In one movement, Mori dropped the towel, turned to Haruhi and pulled her towards him, lifting her off the ground. She dropped the saucer she was cleaning, which proceeded to smash on the floor. This did not phase Mori. The kiss was furiously passionate, yet still tender. Her lips were as soft as he had expected, and she tasted of the mandatory mints Renge had distributed ("No girl likes Coffee breath!") Mori could not comprehend how long he was kissing her for, but he knew he did not want to stop. Regardless, common sense got the better of him, he briefly held her tighter and then pulled away, and placed her back on the floor. Expecting to gage some kind of reaction from the girl, he was surprised when the first words he heard were Tamaki's...

"WHAAAAAA-?" the host club king was white, as were the twins. Even Kyouya had a funny twitch in his eye.
The boys were gathered at the doorway, summoned by the sound of the smashing plate.
Mori began rubbing the back of his neck in shame. Haruhi simply stood there slightly perplexed.
"Um, thanks Mori" she simply said, planted a kiss on the boy's cheek and promptly left the room, assuming some host drama was about to occur. She wanted no part in it, and she needed to get to the market before closing.

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Okay, so I know it was short and rushed. If you think I could add to it, say in reviews ^^
Thanks for reading :D xx