A/N: Written for the 1000 themes challenge.

I do not own Ouran nor its characters, they belong to their respective owners/creator.

Haruhi nibbled on her pencil eraser, pondering. "I don't know what to get him..." she muttered in frustration. She was hovering over a composition notebook with a list of names with gift ideas written next to them, the page titled, "Christmas Presents."

She was stuck on what to get Kyouya. He didn't seem like he needed anything, and everything that reminded her of him was either food or debt commercials. She sighed, and didn't feel the presence behind her until it was too late.

"Haruhi. What are you doing?"

Haruhi jumped, startled. "Ack! Kyouya-senpai! You shouldn't sneak up on me like that!" she scolded, leaning forward to protect her list. Kyouya blinked at her, obviously amused.

"What are you hiding?" he questioned, disregarding her scolding. Haruhi was a bit miffed by that, but this was Kyouya, and Kyouya would always be Kyouya.

"...My list of Christmas presents." she mumbled. He wasn't assigned a present yet, and she doubted he was going to go tell everyone what she was getting them; there was nothing in it for him.

Kyouya seemed uninterested. "Oh. I see. Well, I best let you finish with that." he said, turning to walk away. As he did, Haruhi realized this was the perfect chance to ask him what he wanted!

"Kyouya-senpai!" she called. Kyouya stopped and looked at her over his shoulder. "What do you want for Christmas? I can't think of anything for you."

Odd...he seemed...touched.

He walked back toward her, and leaned on one hand against the tabletop. "What do I want from you, Haruhi?" he asked, again amused but also inquiring. The tone made Haruhi shiver; the way he said it reminded her vaguely of the night at the beach so long ago...

"Yeah. Or an idea so you'll be at least a little surprised."

Kyouya didn't smirk like she expected him to. Instead, his frown deepened, and he stared at her, not through her, but at her. It was almost sad, the look in his eyes. He glanced around him before moving closer to her. She was much farther down, as she was sitting, and furrowed her brow at him. "The room is empty, Kyouya-senpai." she said, confused.

He still didn't smirk. Something was wrong. "I know." he replied quietly, sending chills down her spine again.

He tipped her chin up as he bent down, and was brought close--very close--to him; their noses were touching, their breaths were mingling.

"I only want two things from you, and I'm collecting the first early." he hushed, making Haruhi's heart race with panic. What was he doing?! What was he going to do?!

Kyouya kissed her, softly, gently, carefully. It was an alien combination of things to describe anything he did, but here he was, kissing her with breath-stopping tenderness.

He pulled back, and still close to her, where she could feel his lips lightly grazing hers as he spoke, he murmured, "The second thing I'd like is your forgiveness."

Then Haruhi no longer felt his presence; he was gone, walking away, as if nothing happened. Professional, not affected, cold. Defenses up.

She sighed once he left the music room, and scribbled in her notebook. "There."

Forgiveness was written next to Kyouya's name, and she would leave it at that. He deserved to be forgiven; who didn't?