A/N: It's so short!! I'm not accustomed to writing drabble-ish stories. I have written a lot of other things today so even though I was completely written out, this idea stole over me and I had to put it down. xD

Also, believe it or not, this is my first time doing romantic writing. It is difficult for me to do romance writing, since it is hard to write about things in which you are not familiar with. There is currently no time in my life for love relationships (maybe later, though), so there is no romance in my stories. However, it's nice to write something that makes you feel all warm inside. If I get reviews I may do more..

All characters © Hatori Bisco

In Repose

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Freshman Fujioka Haruhi walked down the nearly deserted corridor, the sound of her footfalls echoing off the high arched ceiling. Normally around this time she would have found herself clad in some ridiculous getup, courtesy of the mercurial Host Club that she was a part of. However, that was not the case today.

"We are cancelling the Host Club meetings for this afternoon since both the twins and Hunny-senpai are absent from school," Kyouya had told her earlier. "Our funds would not be as copious with 42.857 of our members gone." Since then, Haruhi's day had become resplendent since she was looking forward to a great chunk of time for herself following school's dismissal.

But now instead of heading home, the female host found herself approaching the third music room in hopes of finding her schoolbag, which she had most probably left in there. The opulent white doors were unlocked, of course, so Haruhi grabbed the cool brass handles and swung them open. A dimly-lit music room greeted her, quiet and deserted save for the orange afternoon light that spilled in through the sash-windows. The room was dark, certainly. Empty, so she thought.

Shoes padding silently on the soft pink carpet, Haruhi made her way across the room until she spotted her bag under a table, its old pockets faded and zipper derelict. She swiftly picked up her bag and made as if to exit, but then a noise, the small swish of moving fabric made her breath catch in her throat. Her hair fell into her eyes as she whipped her head around in search for the source, which was quickly found.

He was seated on the piano bench, head in arms. The keyboard's lid was closed, but the piano was on full-stick, as if he had been playing earlier. His thick locks of white-blonde hair were pushed aside and his mouth was slightly ajar, breathing slow and deep.

Haruhi cautiously approached her senpai, momentarily forgetting to take a breath. With wide, coffee-colored eyes, she peered over at him with some admitted curiosity. In all of her time at the Host Club, she had never, ever seen Tamaki sleep.

"Senpai?" she whispered, although the words barely made a sound escaping her lips. He did not stir as he had before, and she wondered if he was dreaming. He looked so peaceful in his repose, face smooth and free from all of the fatuous expressions that the King of Hosts constantly wore.

Haruhi had not expected to discover Tamaki sleeping in the music room after school, and debated on waking him. He looked so tired, leaning on the piano; she allowed herself an amused smile at catching him off guard. Without thinking, Haruhi took another step closer, and, with a tender hand, brushed some of her senpai's hair out of his eyes. She stood in that position for a while longer, but in bending over had noticed something that widened her eyes and dusted a blush over her cheeks. Because of her previous location she had not noticed it, but now looking from a different and closer angle, Haruhi saw it.

Leaning against Tamaki's left side, next to him on the piano bench, was Kuma-chan.

Haruhi smiled again and decided to let him sleep for a little while longer.

End.