Sweating from the heat of late spring, Kyoya pushed up his glasses. He scanned his date book, checking off appointments, circling days and scribbling different amounts of money down on the lined paper. He dropped his pen down on Friday, writing in a small note to himself about the new china set that was to be delivered to the Host club. After checking it over a few more times, he nodded and flipped it closed. Tucking his hand into his pocket, Kyoya approached the couch in the right of the room. He set down the notebook onto his lap and his head swung down.
"Is Kyoya sleeping?" asked Haruhi, who sat at a table drinking instant coffee with the others. She took a sip out of her cup.
"He had a long night," said Kaoru, who stared in the snoring young-man's direction.
"Yes, it's the end of the month again, so he usually stays up pretty late to get the orders restocked for the club," Hikaru said soon after his brother has finished his sentence.
"Should we wake him up? He surely wouldn't want to fall behind on his schedule," calmly said Haruhi finishing her morning coffee. She set her cup down onto the table and it made a clanking sound. No one, of course, wanted to wake Kyoya from his sleep, but the club would officially start in another five minutes. No one wanted to look bad in front of their guests. Haruhi stood and pushed in her chair before staring towards him. The other boys' eyes followed slowly as she moved across the room.
"Kyoya, the club will be opening in a few minutes," she said in a flat tone. Half expecting him to jump on her for waking him, Kyoya opened one eye.
"Oh, thank you for telling me Haruhi. What would people have thought if the first thing they saw entering the music room was a tousled and tired Kyoya," he joked. Kyoya stood, brushing some lint off of his ironed shirt. Haruhi was surprised that he was in such a good mood after waking. Usually he would have given her the glare, and then rolled back over. Kyoya brought his schedule up to his side and opened it sharply.
"Actually, I was hoping to get to talk to you Haruhi," he said bringing out his pen. He clicked the top of it and the ink filled bottom popped out. He scanned across the boxes and circled another date.
"I'm going on a little outing on Saturday, and I'd like you to join me. I'm taking my family's yacht to an island just north of here to pick up some things from my vacation home."
"Sure, I don't have anything better to do. But, why didn't you ask one of the other boys first? Tamaki is getting stir crazy," she said, actually quite excited about going on a yacht.
"They've all spent a lot of time with me already. You, however, haven't. You're missing out Haruhi." Haruhi's veins showed in on her forehead. Even when he tried to be kind he was an ass. He chuckled and drew something on the paper, then set it down on the sofa.
"So, it's date?" she asked. Before Kyoya could answer, the guests came crashing through the doors of the music room, leaving all of the boys busy for the day.