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Hey! So you can all call me Kishiko, That's my internet name (I picked it out just for you guys! Do you like it?) And I have recently been introduced to the lovely anime show called Ouran High School Host Club! This series of oneshots was created mainly because of my annoying habit- Whenever I go to sleep, I tend to grab the nearest thing and cuddle it, no matter what it is (I once woke up with my arms around the waist of this guy at my old school. Not one of my best moments- He was really nice about it though!).

Enjoy!

The Host Club was filing into a limo, feet sandy, clothes damp, and hair wet. They had had a fundraising day at the beach- With a guarantee by Kyoya that there would be no intruders this time, the girls had eagerly accepted. They had stayed from noon to sunset, and all were well prepared to return home.

Haruhi sat on a bench, her back to her friends as they packed the towels, umbrellas, and beach balls- They had refused to let her help after she cut her palm open on a rock, and instead sat her down about 20 feet away, huffing and puffing.

As Honey dumped the final bucket of watery sand onto the ground, he called for her. "Haru-chan! It's time to go!" He shouted. She didn't seem to hear, though; she barely flinched, keeping her back to the boys.

"Tama-chan, could you go get Haru-chan? I want the seat next to the TV, and I need to get it before the twins do." Honey turned his best puppy eyes towards the taller blonde.

Tamaki smiled, exhaustion showing through. "Yeah, Honey-Senpai, of course. You go, I'll get Haruhi," he said, sighing fondly as the elder boy skipped away, grabbing Aru-chan on the way.

As he made his way towards his 'daughter', Tamaki couldn't help but notice that she was slouching, her head tucked into her chest, arms folded. He chuckled slightly when he realized she was asleep.

"Haruhi," he said softly, rocking her shoulder gently. Haruhi stirred at the sound of his voice. She opened her eyes slightly, bleary brown orbs staring at him sleepily. "Haruhi, time to go to the limo. You can sleep on the way home," he offered, standing back a bit.

It was obvious that Haruhi was completely exhausted- With a cute pout that would never have graced her face at any other time, she unfolded her arms and stuck them out to Tamaki, a sign that he recognized from watching Mori and Honey.

Chuckling softly, he complied to her request, scooping her up bridal style and allowing her arms to hug him around the neck, head resting on his shoulder. He sighed happily as he made his way back to the car, Kyoya and Mori watching amusedly.

He set her down in the seat opposite everyone else, and she curled up like a cat, taking up two seats. He let her go to buckle her in, and as he connected the metal buckle and the clasp, he didn't notice her hands snake down to his waist.

"There, now-Hey!" He exclaimed as she pulled him closer by the waist, making him sit down hard. Her arms were connected around his torso, and she set her head down in his lap, muttering slightly in her sleep. The twins snickered at his bewildered expression, and he hurriedly hushed them.

"Tamaki, what's-" Kyoya began before being shushed by his friend.

"She's sleeping," Whispered Tamaki, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position and managing to buckle himself in. Her arms stayed firmly around his waist, head resting on his stomach. She smiled in her sleep. He smiled. "I think I'm going to stay back here, Kyoya. Go ahead and start the car."

Kyoya smiled, signaling the driver to start. As he looked over at his best friend, Tamaki slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep himself.