Honey nibbled on the edge of a chocolate chip cookie, deep in thought at his usual table.

He hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, so he was deprived of rest and absolutely exhausted.

His chestnut eyes were rimmed with dark circles and his sweet pink mouth was a chapped line. His blazer sat slightly askew on his shoulder, his tie stained with some strawberry jam. His shoes were also scuffed and cookie crumbs were scattered all over his pants.

He was staring into the swirling pool of coffee that in his ceramic mug.

Tamaki had grown quite fond of instant "commoners'" coffee, and he had his father order a crate of it. Everyone took turns making it in the morning, each person adding their own twists to the concoction when it was their turn.

Honey loved to add in a splash of vanilla powder and a pinch (ahem, handful) of sugar, but unfortunately it wasn't his turn and Haruhi had just added some milk.

All the better to make his morning.

Honey rubbed his eyes wearily and cringed when Tamaki clapped his hands excitedly.

"It's a new day for the Host Club, everyone!" He cried, throwing rose petals around everyone's heads. "Time to get into costume!"

Honey trudged away from the table and lined up behind his cousin Mori, waiting to receive his costume from Tamaki.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Mori asked kindly in his deep voice.

"I'm just a little tired." Honey smiled weakly. I probably look like I'm in pain. He thought to himself.

"A little tired?!" Tamaki poked his golden blond head in between them, handing them their costumes.

"You look like you just fell off your bed, tumbled down the stairs, and fell asleep in your cereal bowl!" He said dramatically.

"It's not that bad ..." Honey grumbled. Tamaki immediately edged towards the twins, a regretful look on his face. When Honey was tired, he could turn into a karate master - and when someone woke him up, he turned into a monster awoken from its slumber.

"Why don't you take a nap in the changing room?" Mori suggested, motioning towards an open curtain. Plump, soft pillows were set on a bench, just long enough for short Honey.

"Good idea. Thanks, Mori." Honey said gratefully, wrapping his arms around his best friend's waist. He entered the changing room and pulled the cherry red curtains closed. He sighed and unzipped the bag containing his costume, and examined his ensemble.

The theme of today's event was Time, and Honey was assigned to be from Ancient Greece. He wore a chiton and sandals, with a belt and two pins for the shoulders. Slipping on his outfit, he lay down on the fluffy pillows and closed his eyes. He fell into a deep sleep in almost no time, sinking lower and lower into a warm sort of darkness.

Suddenly, his eyes popped open. His vision adjusted for a moment, confusion clearing in his mind. "Huh?" He exclaimed. The curtains were pulled back, and a figure stood before him.

He bolted up immediately, pinning the person to the floor in five seconds flat. The Host Club crowded around him, and screams of surprise came from the gaggle of girls trailing at their heels. The twins managed to pull Honey off of the intruder, his legs still kicking in the air.

"Put me down! Put me down!" He demanded, his feet kicking as if he were pedalling on an invisible bicycle. He stared into Hikaru's hazel eyes, his brows furrowing in anger. Hikaru exchanged a mutual glance of disapproval at Kaoru, and looked back at Honey.

"It's not nice to hit girls, you know." Hikaru waggled his finger, setting Honey back on the marble floor.

"Wh-what?" Honey's chocolate eyes widened, and he looked down for the first time at the trespasser.

His heartbeat stopped, then filled with guilt. He had actually hit a girl.

This girl had long buttery blond hair with bangs that hung in her violet eyes. She was picking herself up off the ground, and dusting off her yellow Ouran uniform dress. Her face was full of kindness, and she had a small closed-mouth smile that made Honey feel dizzy. She was the most beautiful girl Honey had ever seen in his life.

"I ... I ..." Honey stuttered, his face growing bright red. Unable to finish his sentence, he bolted out of the room as fast as he could.