Hey! This is just a collection of oneshots revolving around Haruhi's possible romantic relationships with each host (not at the same time). Enjoy!

N/B: The slow jazz song mentioned in here is 'Alone' by Christopher Norton (listen to it here: /watch?v=NBKFkEDrNyo). This piece and this video is not, in any way, my work!

Something was strangely warm about the hallway of the Third Floor, Building C, at Ouran Academy. It reminded the brown-haired girl wandering the hallway of amber, and vanilla, and bronze pocket watches. As she neared the familiar room she had grown to love, a quiet tinkling sound grew steadily louder, until she could walk to the rhythm. She felt her lips curve upwards unconsciously, instinctively at the sound. Deciding to investigate it, the tap-tap of her stiff black school shoes quickened, and her head peered around every possible corner, and…it was coming from the Third Music Room?

"Excu– Tamaki-senpai? What are you doing here, so late?" she asked, startled to find someone she knew behind the door.

"Haru…hi…" the blonde boy mumbled in reply. His face was streaked magenta with embarrassment. He'd been caught out.

"I heard you playing."

"R-really?"

"Yeah. It was really great," she said through a smile.

"A-ah…Thank you." His blush deepened.

"I should get going, it's getting late," she concluded, almost as if she was speaking to herself.

"N-no! Wait! Uh, let me play something for you."

Now, she blushed instead. "O-okay."

His fingers moved swiftly to rest upon the keys. His eyes were closed, oddly, tranquil and motionless.

And then, the music started. She smiled to herself as the melody, like a spring breeze in winter, flowed through her. She had never appreciated music fully enough; she had always thought it to be mere tonal patterns that other people seemed so much to immerse themselves in. It was as if the beatings of her heart had synchronised with the beat. She didn't even like jazz, yet here she was, listening to his hands shape a slow, swinging song, and she had never enjoyed herself more.

When the last note had slipped away into silence, she opened her mouth to speak.

"It was beautiful."

"A-as are you." His golden locks shrouded his face as he turned away, smitten.

And she smiled for something she never knew she felt.