It was a Monday afternoon, during summer break, and the members of the Host Club were just leaving the Suoh mansion after visiting a now wisdom-toothless Tamaki. They had all enjoyed making fun of Tamaki's newly-acquired cheeks, blown up to chipmunk proportion from all the swelling in his mouth. Luckily, Tamaki was not in much pain, especially since he had been surprised with a pleasant visit from his six best friends. As Haruhi, Kyouya, Mori, Honey, Kaoru, and Hikaru exited Tamaki's room – still giggling – Kyouya, who would have been the last one out, barely heard Tamaki whisper his name in the tired voice of someone who was recovering from surgery. "Kyouya?"

Kyouya paused and turned to face Tamaki, propped up in his four-poster bed and surrounded by all the provisions he could ever need, including his stuffed bear Kuma-chan nestled into his side. "Yes, Tamaki."

"You know how they say that once they put you to sleep – you know, when you're put under anesthesia – that you will go to your happy place?"

"I believe I have heard that, yes," replied Kyouya, and with a slender finger, he pushed his glasses slightly farther up the bridge of his nose.

"Well, I was expecting to dream about the one thing that made me happiest in life."

When all he heard was silence for the next couple of seconds, Kyouya raised a questioning eyebrow. Tamaki seemed to be struggling with the right choice of words, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his gaze directed toward the lavish silk sheets that enveloped him.

"And?" Kyouya inquired politely, trying to help Tamaki move his thoughts along. Tamaki let out a soft chuckle and lightly shook his head, as if he were having a difficult time understanding his own thoughts, then looked up at the brunette boy with gentle eyes and as much of a smile as he could manage.

"But Kyouya, the only thing I ended up dreaming about was you!" And with that he offered a hearty laugh.

Kyouya froze, in confusion and shock, but gradually he started chuckling along with him. "I'm terribly sorry, Tamaki." The laughter faded into an awkward silence, so Kyouya turned for the door and was about to bade Tamaki goodbye, when:

"Duh!" exclaimed the blonde, forcing his palm into his forehead.

"What is it, Tamaki?"

"I never realized that my happy place is right there in music room 3 with the Host Club!"

"As it is for everyone else in the club, I'm sure."

"No, Kyouya... It's, well... It's not just when I'm with the Host Club as a whole... Just... Well, whenever I'm with you."

At first, silence.

Kyouya took one look at Tamaki's innocent, confused, beautiful, marvelous face accented with violently violet eyes...

And laughed.

"Oh, Tamaki. You're such an idiot. Why couldn't you have told me before and saved me all the frustration?"

"Kyou— I—"

Then, as swift as a breath of wind, he was at Tamaki's side, placing a light kiss upon one of his sore, oversized cheeks.

"Hey, they should have just prescribed you instead of those silly painkillers! I find your kisses to be, oh, about a million times more effective."

And Kyouya smiled his biggest smile yet.