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"Ah my little Schnucki! It's good to see you not through a Webcam! Are you sure you want to do the whole school thing?"
"Noiz! We already talked about this!"
That feeling of family warmth overtook your heart as you watched your brother bicker with his husband. Pulling on eacother's ears and cheeks as they went back and forth on the familiar subject.
"We can't keep them locked up for ever no matter how much we want to!"
"Why not? We have the means and Schnucki doesn't get along with others anyway."
"SHHH don't say that in front of them! (Y/n) we think your plenty capable of making new friends!"
"Well don't lie to them! They're better off staying home. It worked for me I'm sure it'll work for them too!"
"You were locked away for years and hardly knew how to talk to people!"
"And look at me now! It would suit them best to stay-"
"Don't. Undermine me, mister!"
Haruhi huffed at the sight. When would she stop baring witness to men acting like children? Idiots, all of them. She loudly cleared her throat, smiling cheekily when they turned to her.
"Nice to see you two are as energetic as always."
The strawberry blonde chuckled holding his husband by the waist.
"It's the only way I can keep him happy!"
He winked as Aoba hit his suited chest with a blushing face. Haruhi resisted the urge to gag turning to you. You were staring at the seemingly bottomless container of your (f/t), pouting at the sleepiness that interrupted your joyful reward. Noiz crept beside you poking his forehead into yours as he looked down to sample your view. He looked up, identifying the tired glaze over your eyes.. Holding in a giggle he put a hand on your head, keeping firm as you looked up at him. Guiding you into his body he held you tight cradling your back as you hugged him.
"I see you found my 'secret' compartment!"
"Not much of a secret when the design is so obvious."
He feigned a stabbing pain in his heart, "Well leave it to my kid to see the idiosyncrasies of my engineering."
"Sorry." The monotone voice would have come off sarcastic to anyone else. But Noiz knew. He knew that you meant it and you just didn't know how to say that without offensive social cues. He knew that your attempted eye contact was you're insecurity about reacting properly. And he was proud you were even trying.
""It's all good Schnucki!"
He let his hug reduce to an arm around your shoulders as he turned back to Haruhi and Aoba who seemed to be finished whispering about something. And he couldn't help but be a little petty.
"What're you two whispering about? Making fun of how much cuter the two of us are?"
Aoba quickly scowled before flashing a smile as he copied Noiz.
"Not cuter than us I bet! (Y/n) will you judge us real fast?"
"Sure. They are the cutest."
"Gagh! How cruel! Turning my own child against me! But I'll do you one better!"
He pulled you along with his left arm while he reached for Aoba with his right. Firmly grabbing his husband's waist he looped his finger into his belt loops before cheekily holding him in place. Squeezing you both as tight as he could he turned to Haruhi.
"How about now aren't we just the cutest trio you ever did see?"
The reluctant host club member paused, taking in the way you playfully pretended to struggle while Aoba began to scold him. Pushing down an ugly feeling she let a somber smile spread on her face.
"Yep I can guarantee I've never seen anyone cuter...picture?"
She pulled out her phone while Noiz enthusiastically nodded. After a few seconds she tucks her phone in her pocket and Noiz finally releases his hold on Aoba. Doubling down to cuddle into you as you fruitlessly protested.
"Send that to me Haruhi."
Looking into the golden hues of the Serigaki head she nodded, holding back laughter.
Aoba was truly talented.
She hadn't seen anyone be so threatening without meaning to at all. But Sharks aren't exactly aware they're considered frightening. Not until you were their next meal.
Haruhi Fujioka had no intentions of being so, instead she'd consider herself a lesser threat. More like a feeder fish.
Because she likes the remains of the initial attack. The remains of the defeated are exactly her type.
"Oh Haruhi, are we having the fish you like with those friends of yours?"
"I think we should. They've never gotten to taste it the Serigaki way. I think it'd blow them out the water."
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