My first fanfic. It's going to be a collection of little fluffy scenes involving our favorite hosts. I haven't decided if it will be only Mori/Haruhi or if everyone gets to have some cuddling time. Let me know if you have any preference or, even better, plot bunnies for fluffy things in your reviews! I'd love that!

Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club and the characters contained in it, are not mine. Nor will they ever be.

Oh and the title came from a song in Beauty and the Beast, which also isn't mine, but is a very cute song!

Haruhi hadn't been sleeping well. Between studying for quickly approaching exams and almost nightly thunderstorms, she had gotten maybe five hours of sleep this week. So, after school on Thursday, she wasn't paying much attention to the new cosplay taking place in the third music suite. All she knew was that it involved futuristic space gear, a ridiculous wig she was supposed to wear, and the most uncomfortable stainless steel "sci-fi" furniture. Really, the only thing that mattered to her was an annoying fact, It was not comfortable to try and sleep on a couch made from a sheet of steel.

"Can't we have space pillows?" she asked, dropping back on the metal couch again. The wig offered some softness, but not nearly enough to be comfortable.

Kyouya was too busy checking something on his laptop to answer.

Haruhi groaned. At least, with Tamaki and the twins having a light saber fight in the back, she wasn't being pestered that much. If they had hear her plea for pillows, no doubt she'd soon be drowning in attention from her 'father' and there would be no chance of rest. If only she could get comfortable, she knew could fall asleep for a couple hours. She stood up, feeling a bit like Goldilocks and tried another metal chair.

"And surprise, this one is also cold and hard," she muttered.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the ground,. She looked up to see Mori's face, and the dark-haired teen smiled. It was just like that time at the indoor beach, when he had picked her up. He held her as effortlessly and carefully as she would have cradled a kitten. He sat back in the same chair she had found uncomfortable, still holding her.

"Mori-sempai?" She asked, hesitantly. Why had he picked her up? It was rather strange for the stalwart teen to do something like this. Normally, he would be with Hunny, but he wasn't currently in the room, since he had to make-up an English test. Was she some sort of replacement for the short senior? Maybe Mori didn't feel comfortable being alone in the third music suite. Or maybe he saw her trying to curl up on the metal couch and felt bad for her. That wasn't too far out of the ordinary, was it?

"What…" She trailed off, not sure how to phrase her question. She didn't want to sound ungrateful, because that wasn't the case. It was very nice to be sitting on something not metal, even if that something was another Host.

Mori smiled, without saying anything, but that smile made her feel more at ease, and she rested her head on his chest. Mori, unlike the horrid furniture, was warm and comfortable, and when he wrapped an arm tightly around her, it made her feel even more relaxed. Nothing else in the room mattered, not the twins loud argument over who got to be a Sith Lord, nor Tamaki's humming of that infamous "dundunDUNTDUNDUNDUNdundundunt" theme. She was content to be held by Mori, and his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby.

She fell blissfully asleep soon after.