Title: Childish Affairs

Chapter One: Maybe next Time

Summary: He watches her from afar and assures himself that next time he will ask her.
Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC, Bisco Hatori created all of the characters.

He knows she hadn't noticed, she never does. Far too engrossed in the lesson to pay any attention to little ol' Hikaru but truth be told, he didn't mind. This way he can watch her without feeling awkward or being embarrassed, she makes him feel that way. Even when he was just glancing at her, and her eyes would coincidentally meet his, whether it was for a brief moment or eternity, he would always turn away with a hot face.

He grinned as she bite lightly on her lower lip. She thinks he doesn't know anything about her, but he knows a lot more than even Tamaki. Of how she chewed on her lips when she hits a wall or is feeling frustrated. Or the shimmer of glee that fills her honey-brown eyes when she figured something out. He was most certain their Lord didn't know how she pressed her forefinger ever so slightly on her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. He was positive not even she realized it herself.

All sixth period he continued to gaze at her, at least until he felt something tap his hand. Amber eyes slowly drifted to the folded piece of paper, it was no doubt Kaoru's writing. His twin always wrote his T's with a long tail and almost as if they were in italics. Not bothering to actually read the sender's name he began to skim through the note.

'Hikaru stop gawking at Haruhi, I can see the drool from where I'm sitting...it's kinda gross. Anyways, if you don't get the notes on this topic I'm not going to give them to you later, it's your fault for giving googly-eyes at Haruhi.

P.S when are you going to tell her?'

Not doubt about it now, it had to be Kaoru. With one last glance he crumpled it up before throwing it in the recycle bin that was only a few feet away. A tickle of sweat slide down his neck as he started to ponder upon his brother's query. When was he going to tell her? After sharing so many memories with her, she must've developed at least some form of liking towards him, but the big question was, was he only a friend...or something more? With each minute passing by, he became more nervous. He couldn't fess-up during class, it would cause a scandal so afterwards would be best. Still he doubted he would, this was a gigantic step for him. For all his life he was and still is a child, or kiddish as his mother says. He gets angry about the tinniest of things, always wants his way, and had no idea-what so ever how to tell Haruhi how he felt about her. Never had a way with words, didn't fancy letters, and was too childish to tell her face-to-face.

Then all his irritation drained out of him once he heard her voice, like wind chimes in the morning, her voice was beautiful.

"The answer is William Shakespeare," Haruhi answered confidently and calmly. Girls murmured to themselves of how intelligent the boy was.

Finally the bell rang. Hikaru gulped and approached Haruhi as the last of their classmates disappeared-including Kaoru who winked. "H-Haruhi...can I a-ask..." he hesitated and took a breathe, at that moment he knew what to do "CouldIhaveyournotes?"

The cross-dresser gave a glance up from that certain angle and smiled-the smile that made girls swoon for her. "What?"

He cleared his throat, then asked once more but this time in a casual tone "Umm...could I borrow your notes? I wasn't really following the teacher..."

She shook her head before bluntly muttering "As if that's anything new..." Sighing she nodded "Fine, just this once." Her petite hand slipped into her schoolbag before bringing out her binder. "It's the one labelled English 2.0," she instructed as she handed it to him.

Hikaru opened it up; his amber eyes widened then laughter busted out of his lips.

Haruhi obviously not getting what was so funny about her notes huffed "What is it that you are laughing at?"

"Your chicken-scratches," he wheezed out in-between laughter. She blinked in confusion as she uttered "Chicken-scratches...?"

She expression made him only laugh harder "I didn't know geniuses have bad penmanship."

Haruhi finally understanding what Hikaru meant by chicken-scratches, she couldn't help but reason"...Is it that bad...?"

"Haruhi it looks like some lost ancient language written by dogs," Hikaru teased.

She crossed her arms before stating firmly "If you are just going to insult my writing, then you can find someone else to get notes from." With that she walked away after snatching her notes back, she knew she wasn't the world's most neatest writer in the world...but chicken-scratches?!

"Hey! Hey! Wait up, I was just kidding, but it was pretty messy," the older twin muttered as he caught up to her. When he realized that they might be late for the Host Club, he grabbed Haruhi's hand he started to rush her towards the third music room.

Haruhi looked dumbstruck as she got dragged away from English class. Then she smiled, a rare smile that only few people had ever witnessed before.

If only he knew, that he wasn't the only one sneaking looks…

Author's Notes: This is ever so slight fluff, and I don't plan on doing major romance because this is Hikaru! He's childish and immature. I'll probably do something more thoughtful next time but until then cya. Oh if you have any ideas or suggestions leave a review.