A/N: This story came about because my friend fell asleep with her laptop on her bed and we have already determined that she is the female incarnate of Kyoya. I've been listening to Tsumetai Yoru (Kyoya's character song) the entire time I've been writing this. Quite honestly, I believe that Kyoya is in love with Tamaki. But he's too composed and proper to do crap about it. Plus Tamaki falls so heavily for Haruhi, it's ridiculous. But if you read the lyrics to Tsumetai Yoru, Tamaki was the one person who got to Kyoya. And you know it's talking about Tamaki because of the rose reference in the chorus. Such a beautiful song! *goes to write an English version*
-TSUMETAI YORU (COLD NIGHT)-
When I entered the room, I noticed that the lights were out. I frowned. Even though it was dark outside, it was much too early in the evening for my roommate to have gone to bed. It was a weekend, after all. Not to mention, it was the weekend before finals. I paused, listening for a sign of his presence, and found none. I closed the door quietly, nonetheless, and kept the lights off. I laid my stuff down quietly by the door. That's when I noticed a soft glow coming from around the corner on his side of the room.
"I'm back," I announced quietly, in case he hadn't heard me enter. I didn't want to surprise him. He was easily irritated when he was studying. I slid off my shoes and made my way further into the room only to find that he was asleep.
My breath stilled as I took in this rare sight. I knew he should have been getting more sleep this week. It had finally taken its toll. His laptop was open, as it always was, and a spreadsheet for what looked like accounting was open, but the screen was dim, meaning he hadn't been asleep for long. One hand was still lightly poised above the keyboard, and a finger twitched, almost caressing the keys that were so frequently abused. He'd taken his glasses off, most likely to rub the bridge of his nose. His other arm was being used as a pillow, resting against the corner of the desk. His raven hair fell into his face, almost obscuring his eyes completely, but I could still see his eyelashes, long and dark, resting peacefully against his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted and his breath fogged the lenses of his glasses which were sitting nearby, his fingers still gripping them lightly.
I held back a giggle. He looked so cute; completely different from his normal composed presence. I grabbed the blanket from his bed—he could yell at me for messing it up later—and lightly draped it over his shoulders. I gently pulled some hair from his eyes.
I paused only for a second before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss onto his temple. I kept my hand in his hair as he opened his eyes and focused on his hand. He sat up quietly and slipped his glasses back on after rubbing his eyes.
"Tamaki," he grumbled. I smiled.
"It's a cold night tonight," I said gently, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders from where it fell. He was back to staring at the computer screen and typing away furiously.
"Then turn the heating on," he countered. I gave up. He was back to Shadow King mode. Honestly, I lived for the moments when that façade disappeared and he opened up. I felt special because nobody got to see that except me. I just wish it happened more often.