Authors note: I've been wanting to write a Ouran Host Club story for a while now and this idea came to me. I would like to say thank you to my friend Tildy for agreeing to take a look at it. She's not a fan of this shipping so I appreciate her tolerating my love of it. Kyoya will appear to be ooc is this story but I want to show my readers a side of him they won't expect. This is about Kyoya Ootori the high school student. Read and review.

Haruhi let out a yawn. She closed her textbook and stretched her arms above her head. The cross dressing scholarship student had been studying for a history test that would take place the day after tomorrow. She had been staying behind after the host club would finish in order to get some peace and quiet to study. Haruhi's father had been working late at the bar he managed, so it was better than studying in her empty apartment. She packed up her things and made her way out of library.

The academy was uncharacteristically quite at this time of the evening. Most of the students had returned home two hours earlier. She did see the occasional student who was studying late like she was and would exchange pleasantries with them. But the halls were still too quiet for Haruhi's liking. During her time with the host club she had grown accustomed to their daily ruckus. She still enjoyed the lack of noise but no longer found the same level of comfort in it that she used to. Haruhi would occasionally look over her shoulder just to be sure that the twins or Tamaki weren't behind her, waiting for the right time to surprise her.

When she found that the main entrance was locked, Haruhi made her way to the back of the school to where to the students would play sports. It was getting dark but not dark enough that there were any street lights on and the air was cool and fresh. Haruhi stopped and took a deep breath. She smiled as the cool air invaded her senses and washed away her stress. The week had been especially tiring so far, Haruhi was being requested more and more. She didn't mind of course because it meant that she was closer to paying off her debt, but the extra work was starting to take its toll on her.

Haruhi snapped out of her daze when she heard strange sound. When she focused on it she realized it was the sound of a ball her curiosity get the best of her, Haruhi followed the sound. It lead her to one of the schools' basketball courts. Haruhi could see a figure running around the court, dribbling the ball and throwing it at the hoop. Haruhi concluded that whoever they were, they had some serious skills. As she got closer Haruhi was surprised to see who the mystery player was.

"Kyoya sempai?" Haruhi said. Kyoya snapped his head round and was hit in the head with the ball he previously had complete control over. He cursed and Haruhi ran over to him.

"Are you alright?" She asked, as she pushed his hand aside to check his head. He had a small red mark that would be gone by tomorrow. Haruhi breathed a sign of relief, if there had been any serious damage she was certain he would add any charges to her already massive dept.

"Haruhi what are you still doing here?" He asked. Forgetting about the injury her interruption had just caused him.

"I was studying for a test. My dad had to work late again so I thought it would be better than staying at home. Why are you here?" She answered. She finally had a chance to look at him. He had clearly gone home because he was out of his uniform. He was wearing baggy, black pants and black V-neck shirt. Haruhi thought it was the perfect ensemble for the shadow king. What surprised was that he wasn't wearing his signature glasses.

"I put my contact lenses in when I play." Kyoya said, as if reading her mind.

"I had no idea you played." Haruhi said as she picked up the ball.

"It's not really something I advertise. If I did I would never have a chance to play in peace." He explained.

"Fair enough, why are you out here at this time anyway?" Haruhi asked as she started spinning the ball on the tip on her finger. She saw a flash of surprise cross Kyoya's features. He gave her his signature smirk.

"What would I gain from telling you?" Kyoya asked, crossing his arms. Haruhi couldn't help but smile at his question.

"I could always tell Tamaki sempai you were here. I'm sure he would love to join, he might even get the whole club to join." Haruhi responded with smirk of her own. The look on his face told her she had him.

"If you say a word I will raise you debt so high that you will paying it off until you grandchildren have grandchildren. Is that clear?" The shadow king asked as he leaned down to make direct eyes contact with the girl.

" Crystal." An unfazed Haruhi responded as she tossed the ball back to him. He caught it with ease.

"I had a... disagreement with my father." Kyoya answered as he aimed the ball for the hoop and made the shot.

"You had a fight?" Haruhi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, we had a disagreement." Kyoya clarified. "Anyway, when we have a disagreement I sometimes sneak out and come here to blow off some steam." He made another shot with ease.

"When I fight with my dad I go down to this store down the street and buy an ice cream. No matter the weather. I sit on the sidewalk and eat it before heading home. When I get back we always hug and apologize. How do you two make up?" Haruhi asked as she moved to stand next to Kyoya

"We don't. We simply act like nothing happened." He answered without turning to look at her. "My father and I aren't like you and your father."

"So when you guys disagree, you come here and play basketball?" She asked, to be sure she understood.

"I pretty much come here whenever I'm upset. My father stopped letting me play when I started middle school because he said it would get in the way of my studies." He explained, this time turning to look at her. He tossed her the ball and she started spinning it on her finger again. Kyoya made a mental note to ask her to show him how to do that.

"What about your body guards?"

"The academy has a security team here around the clock even when there aren't supposed to be any students. So it's perfectly safe" Kyoya explained. Haruhi nodded her head as she understood his point.

"Want to play a little one on one?" Haruhi asked with a child like smile.

"You play?" Kyoya asked with a skeptical expression. There was nothing in her file about basketball.

"I was never on a team but I used to play with my friends, I'm not as good as you but I'd say I'm decent. What do you say? The child like smile still present. From his expression, Haruhi could see he was seriously thinking about her suggestion.

"Well I suppose there would be merit in it. After all playing against someone else would improve my skills." Was all he said before snatching the ball out of her hands and dribbling it. Haruhi let a wide smile appear on her face. She placed her bag and blazer on a nearby bench and chased after Kyoya.

The two played for over an hour, taking the occasional break when they had to catch their breath. Kyoya found that Haruhi was more than decent. He even dared to think she was close his equal. Emphasis on close. She was able to get the ball away from him and prevent him from getting it back for a few minutes at a time. Her size, which at first he thought would be leave her at an disadvantage, actually benefited her as it made it hard for him to reach the ball when she dribbled. When she made a shot, Kyoya couldn't help but smile at her expression, he could see that she felt a certain level of pride having the upper hand. But being the competitive and egotistical young man he was, Kyoya never let her enjoy it for long.

As the two sat on the bench catching their breath, Haruhi couldn't help but feel like she had caught a glimpse of the real Kyoya. Not Kyoya Ootori the privileged son of a beyond successful businessman and shadow king of the renowned Ouran host club, but Kyoya Ootori the high school student. Haruhi was used to seeing him so composed and professional, but on the court she saw something else. He was still composed but in a different way. His movements were calculated and they all seemed to serve a purpose. She even dared to think he looked graceful. She could see his competitive spirit go into overdrive when she made a shot. The look in his eye was fierce and determined. Haruhi realized that when he had that look about him, he was giving her something he rarely gave anyone; his undivided attention. Haruhi found the experience to be utterly thrilling.

"That was fun." Haruhi managed to say before taking a large swig of water from one of the bottles Kyouya brought. She was too exhausted to wonder if he would add this to her dept.

"I have to say you did present a challenge. I'm surprised." Kyoya said before taking a drink himself. His hair was stinking to forehead due to the sweat but he still looked immaculate.

"Thanks." Next to Kyoya, Haruhi looked a mess. Her short, boyish hair was plastered to her forehead and she had sweat stains on her shirt.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they rehydrated themselves. The street lights had come on and the air was cooler than it was before. When her body started to cool down, Haruhi began to feel how cold it was. Kyoya noticed her shivering and placed the grey hoodie he brought with him over her shoulders. When the scent of pine and freshly washed linen reached her nose, she closed her eyes and took it in. She couldn't help but think about how, although it looked like an average hoodie, it probably cost more than her father would make in ten life times.

"You have my number right?" Haruhi asked after some time. Kyoya simply nodded.

"Then next time you and your dad have a...disagreement call me and we can play again." She said without a trace of hesitation.

"You're sure? I mean my father and I have a lot of disagreements." Kyoya warned her.

"I'm sure, that is unless you enjoy playing alone too much." Haruhi asked, her voice lacking its previous confidence. Kyoya was known for enjoying his solitude.

"I think it would be good. I mean I'd be able to improve my skills and I have to admit you're pretty good company." Kyoya replied with his host club smile he used on their clients. Although Haruhi knew it was far from a real smile, she was still glad to see it.

"Great. It'll be our little secret." The same child like smile grazed her features as it did when she first suggested they play together.

The two stayed on the bench for a little longer, talking about what was planned for the host club the next week. Eventually Haruhi said she had to get home before it got too dark.

"I'll see you tomorrow Sempai." Haruhi said as she collected her belongings and handed him back his hoodie. "Good night."

"Good night Haruhi." Kyoya called after her as he collected his own belongings and headed in the opposite direction.

As she walked, Haruhi began to compile a mental list that she hoped she would continue to add to as time went on.

Things Haruhi didn't know about Kyoya sempai

1. He likes to play basketball when he is upset