Author's Note: いっらしゃいませ. And here you will find a mish-mash of one-shots, mainly from Kyoya's perspective, about Tamaki and Haruhi's relationship. They are connected and belong in the same Ouran universe of my imaginings, but follow no order in particular. Enjoy!

To Be Surrounded by Fools

Kyoya arched an eyebrow at the figure crouched in a very familiar position by the windows. He thought Tamaki had gone home right after graduation practice, but he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised to find the Host Club's king sulking in the music room. Despite the atmosphere of excitement and celebration, Tamaki had been downright depressed for the last few weeks. Kyoya was sure that if it had occurred to his friend to do so, Tamaki would have failed all his subjects and exclaimed he would retake them all to succeed rightfully, to take back his family's honor...and to spend one more year with his precious 'daughter'.

It was all very ridiculous and dramatic, and Kyoya wouldn't have expected less from him.

However, as Kyoya neared the windows, he realized that he was sorely mistaken. Absently, he made a mental note to visit his optometrist to get his eyes checked as he picked up the notebook he'd forgotten. He flipped open to an empty page and surveyed it carefully, needing to give himself a moment to recover from his surprise.

"Haruhi," he said evenly, looking at her from over the top of his notebook. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying for exams?"

Haruhi turned narrowed eyes at him. Inwardly, he cringed, recognizing that she was in one of her signature bad moods, usually reserved for the days when the twins were causing trouble for no reason or when Tamaki was being especially stifling. Outwardly, he smiled blandly.

"I hope you do well so that you can secure your placement for next year," he continued condescendingly. "It'd be a shame for you to lose your scholarship with only one more year left."

"I only have one more exam left and I'm ready for it already," she mumbled irritably.

Kyoya stood over her and looked out at the view outside the window. On the grounds below, he saw rows of white chairs and a few third year students still milling about. In two days, he would be standing on the stage beyond, receiving the graduation letter from the principal on behalf of his fellow students. He'd practiced doing that twice already, and was fairly certain he had it down. He could ask Haruhi her opinion on the matter because she had a pretty good view of it all. If only he didn't suspect that she would throw him through the window if he dared.

"Alright," he said, tucking his notebook under his arm. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

He started to go.

"Kyoya-senpai," she said quietly. "Will you and Tamaki-senpai really come back and visit?"

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Kyoya studied her downcast eyes and decidedly morose expression. Now this was an interesting predicament. Until today, Haruhi had shown a nearly cold-hearted indifference at their impending graduation that distracted Tamaki to no end as he bemoaned her lack of feminine emotion. Naturally, Kyoya had suspected more complicated feelings underneath her facade but Tamaki was too much of an idiot to even consider that; he blamed all of Haruhi's more stoic traits on the fact that they'd made her dress up like a boy for the past two years.

"I'll probably be too busy studying to visit too often or to make sure the twins haven't burned the room down, but I will try to check in on you from time to time," he answered thoughtfully, one hand on his chin.

"And Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi asked after a beat of silence.

There it was.

Kyoya tilted his head to one side. Perhaps in some aspects, Haruhi was a bigger idiot than Tamaki. At least, Tamaki had managed to redirect his feelings in a more constructive, though more disturbing, fashion. Haruhi was more like a ticking time bomb.

"I imagine he'll flunk right out of school for never attending class since he'll be here all the time," Kyoya answered with a long-suffering sigh.

A tiny smile broke through the darkness on Haruhi's face but didn't quite reach her eyes.

"I doubt that. He'll miss us but he'll find something or someone to hold his interest and then he'll stop being a pest," she said, and added with a half-hearted snort, "We should be so lucky. Besides, you'll be there to make sure he doesn't skip too many classes, right, Kyoya-senpai?"

"Are you so worried that the club will fail without him?" Kyoya baited.

"N-no," Haruhi stuttered, frowning as confusion set in. "Well, maybe. I don't know..."

He wanted to roll his eyes at her, but he'd had good practice curbing that particular urge.

"Tamaki's not the kind of person who would abandon his friends, regardless of how busy or distracted he becomes," Kyoya explained matter-of-factly.

"I suppose," Haruhi sulked.

"I would have thought you'd be happy to have his attention drawn elsewhere. Why are you so bothered about his leaving?"

Haruhi buried her face deeper into her folded arms so that all he could see was the almost overwhelming confusion in her big dark eyes.

"Without him here, Hikaru and Kaoru will need someone new to tease and it'll probably be me," she answered, her voice coming out muffled.

"Haruhi," Kyoya said soothingly. "They already do that, so you don't have to worry about that happening."

She shot him a look that would made any of the others run off in fear, but Kyoya had suffered worse under more terrifying people.

"I suppose," she conceded darkly.

"Then, I wonder what the problem really is," he said, moving so that he could crouch in front of her and she would be unable to avoid his direct gaze.

She seemed to shrink away from him and despite himself, Kyoya felt sorry for her. As much as they all enjoyed being in the club, it might not have been wise to allow Haruhi to continue her masquerade as a boy. She'd already been emotionally stunted coming into it, and having to fend off the amorous advances of the twins and Tamaki on a daily basis probably didn't help matters. She didn't know the first thing about romance despite being a host and he doubted her father ever explained matters of the heart to her...especially judging by the way he treated Tamaki. And Kyoya certainly wasn't going to step into the daddy role. It had already been decided that he was mommy.

Yet...

"What do you think, Haruhi?" he prodded, arching an eyebrow at her. "Why are you curled up here like him at the thought of being without..."

Haruhi's phone began to ring and she pulled it out of her pocket. Her eyes brightened when she saw who was calling and Kyoya watched her as he sat back, smiling crookedly.

"It's Tamaki," she said, and without excusing herself, she flipped her phone open. "Hello, Senpai."

Kyoya stood and straightened his blazer. Haruhi looked up at him, something unreadable in her expression.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kyoya-senpai," she said, confusion still swimming in her beautiful eyes.

"See you tomorrow, Haruhi."

At the door, Kyoya heard her retort rather rudely to something Tamaki was asking her to do, and he smiled to himself. They were both deluding themselves if they thought they could continue on the way they were without moving closer to their relationship's natural conclusion. It had been amusing to watch them circle each other like fat, lazy koi, but he was beginning to wonder if it wasn't time to do something about it.

Pushing his glasses up, Kyoya's smile widened. He knew exactly how he could make it more interesting.

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