The Lazy Type

to change myself

"Yeah."

Mirai couldn't help but laugh at Haruhi's blunt admission, causing the brunette to smile a little as well.

"Then again," he heard Haruhi say as he started scooping up the pancakes, "You're not like most rich people, are you?"

"I am, but at the same time not."

"A walking contradiction."

Mirai and Haruhi had a staring contest. Mirai was looking at Haruhi with his usual half-lidded eyes, filled with sleep, while Haruhi was looking at him like he was a puzzle she just couldn't wrap her head around.

"...you'd look cute with short hair, y'know?" Mirai couldn't help but poke fun at the future, a lazy smile tugging on his mouth as Haruhi looked confused at his sudden statement.

He was going to enjoy seeing the stoic girl's reactions to his antics.

"Whatever," Haruhi finally shrugged, seemingly putting him on hold, "I'll set up the table. You wake the lovebirds up?"

Snorting, Mirai nodded in agreement.

If he had thought over what he had just agreed to, he would have saddled the job onto Haruhi. Instead, he walked over to the eldest Fujioka's room, innocently poking his head in.

Mirai's eyes swept over the scene of his father sitting on the floor with Ryoji's head between his legs. They were both nude.

Immediately, Mirai poked his head out of the room, hoping he would one day forget what he had just witnessed. He was sure he'd be haunted with the scene of his and Haruhi's fathers getting down and dirty in his head for all eternity.

Composing himself, he knocked loudly on the door, "O-oi, food's ready you idiot lovebirds!"

"...uh, Mirai-chan, don't open the door!" Ren yelled.

Mirai's ears reddened, hearing the pair shuffle away from each other. He heard some awkward thuds and the sound clothes being thrown on before the door finally opened, revealing a now dressed Ren and Ryoji.

"Good morning Mirai-chan!" Ryoji grinned, patting his head.

"Did you sleep well?" his father continued, smiling down at him, "Or did that Ootori brat kidnap you again and just returned you?"

Mirai expertly didn't point out the hickey on Ryoji's collarbone, nor how messed up his father's hair looked. He definitely didn't point out that the two were wearing each other's shirts.

"I made pancakes."

He watched as the two adults raced towards the kitchen, declaring that they were hungry.

Closing his eyes, he reached into his pocket for his phone.

A message from Kyoya immediately greeted him.

Shadow King: the meeting is in ten minutes.

Mirai promptly shoved the phone back in his pocket and made his way to the dining table. He grabbed a pancake and shoved it in his mouth, ignoring the flirting males as he raised an eyebrow at a mildly grossed out Haruhi.

Just like him, she wasn't used to PDA, much less PDA involving her father.

"I'll walk you to school."

Haruhi shook her head, "No need."

"Nah, I owe you an explanation..." he trailed off, knowing Haruhi would figure out that he was talking about the whole cuddling fiasco.

    .o0o.o0o.    

"...Haruhi gave me permission to cuddle with her. I just gotta warn her first. Obviously, I'm surprised. There's no benefit to letting me cuddle with her, yet she told me I could anyway. No wonder the Host Club was so taken with her in the anime. She's just...so real."