Hikaru was tired. The host club was sponsoring a school lock-in, where everyone spent the night inside the school and got to be entertained all night by the hosts. It had worked rather well for the first 6 hours- Girls had begun giggling about how it was after midnight, and pranks were pulled and it was all good fun, but frankly, Hikaru was beat. It was difficult to keep all those ladies entertained, and he had been at it for a good 9 hours. He was dead tired. He had snuck away from everyone else to go into an abandoned room with a comfy couch, and was just snuggling up into the cushions when the big white doors opened in front of him.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one that was tired. Haruhi stood before him, bags beginning under her eyes and her tie nearly undone. Her usually neat hair was ruffled and mussed, and she held her shoes in one hand while treading the ground in her socked feet. Hikaru held back a chuckle. He hoped he didn't look that bad.

"Tired, huh?" He said the words as softly as he could, yet Haruhi jumped out of her skin, staring at him as though he had just appeared out of the sky.

"Hikaru? What're you...oh," She murmured, realizing then what he was doing. "Sorry, I...I didn't mean to wake you up, Hikaru," she yawned, rubbing at her eyes. "I just wanted to...umm...uh. I don't quite..." Her brow furrowed as her brain tried to get past the fog that had cascaded over her mind. "I don't remember what I was coming in here for," she said quietly. It was obvious she wasn't quite all there, and Hikaru almost felt bad.

"I think you need some sleep, Haruhi," He chuckled. "Here, let's find a place in here for you to..." Then he realized.

There was only one couch.

He was inhabiting it.

This could mean opportunities.

A grin started on Hikaru's face, and he stood, the navy blue blanket falling away from his shoulders.

"Tell you what, Haruhi, I'll make you a deal," he said. Haruhi regarded him with a blank face, eyes glazed over from lack of sleep. "I'll let you have the couch and the blanket, if..."

"If..." She murmured, not really catching on to what he was saying.

"If you give me a kiss," he smiled.

What he was saying finally registered with her.

"Or else what?" She dared to ask through her sleepy haze.

"Or else you sleep on the floor," he shrugged. Really, he knew that was a blatant lie. He would never allow Haruhi to sleep on the floor, it would hurt her back, and she'd be cold. If she refused, he'd probably give her the couch anyways.

Haruhi tiredly rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I don't care," she mumbled, walking closer to Hikaru and grabbing him by the shirt collar.

He barely had time to widen his eyes in surprise before her lips came in contact with his in a defiant, exasperated kiss that lasted for what seemed like hours, but was actually only 2 seconds.

Before he knew it, Haruhi was curled up on the couch, snuggling with a cushion, the navy blanket tossed carelessly over her calves.

Chuckling in what seemed to be shock, he moved towards her, making sure she was asleep before pulling the blanket up to her chin, and softly planting a kiss on her forehead.

As he walked away, he grinned. Maybe they'd have to do this lock in thing more often.