Disclaimer: I do not own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya or any of its characters. I also do not own any of the materials referenced in this story either. This was made for entertainment purposes only and not for profit. So there you go.
A/N: This was written as part of a dare for my friend, aprilfool1993. I don't know if this counts as fluff or not, but I hope you get a kick out of this. Enjoy.
Yuki read her fantasy novel in the SOS Brigade clubroom. Across from her, Mikuru and Kyon jostled for the computer's mouse once again. It was a very normal day.
Suddenly, Yuki felt another presence in the room. It felt as if they were being watched by someone. She glanced up and scanned the room. Nothing, except for the playful banter between her two friends.
But then, there seemed to be movement in a corner of the room near Mikuru and Kyon. It was almost as if the air had some ripples moving through it. Then the ripples ceased, and all was normal.
Still wary, Yuki resumed reading.
Fujiwara sat at Kyouko's computer in an attempt to brush up on his typing skills. It had been awhile since he'd last used a computer.
That's when a thin arm wrapped itself around his waist, a tiny hand placed itself on his own right hand which was holding the mouse, and something soft pressed up against his back.
Surprised, Fujiwara turned around to see who it was. He almost did a double-take.
"Kuyou! Wh-What are you doing?"
"____Isn't this how ____human beings ___ show affection for ____one another? ________"
A/N: Ha ha, Fujiwara can't take a hint. It's a hilarious pairing if you think about it. Hope you liked my attempt at fluff.
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