I couldn't help myself. I must update this again! :3

Tamaki's POV

I couldn't believe my rotten luck. The balcony of my father's office just HAD to be the one I picked?!

On the bright side, that was a pretty good amount of bravery I displayed climbing that tree.

I looked through the drawn-back curtain and noticed he was on the phone. Perfect. Now if I could just sneak out of there...

I darted across the long balcony to the part where it met the roof. I tried to swing my leg over it, but as previously stated, the balcony railings were really tall. No, no, no! This can't be happening to me right now! I thought angrily. I sighed and gave up trying to swing my leg over and instead placed my hands down. They may have been numb, but they could be of some help.

I used them to hoist myself up horse-saddle style. Quickly and stealthily I swung the other leg over and landed on the unevenness of the slanted roof. You never really do realize how steep it is until you stand on it, I'm guessing. I lower myself to a crouching position and move slowly; some of the tiles are a bit loose and I don't want any of them to fall.

Slowly yet surely I approached the window to the host club room. I wasn't sure anyone would be in there. Kyoya probably left, and there was most likely not going to be anyone to help me through. Still, I knocked softly on the panes, my hands stinging from the cold.

Kyoya's POV

My first thought when I heard the knocking was "Who the hell would be knocking on a third-floor window?!"

My answer came shortly after that when I drew back the curtains to see a coatless Tamaki. I opened the window, surprised and shocked. I half-wondered if it was a blush on his cheeks or just the cold. Or both. Tamaki fell through, his hands bright red. "How long were you out there?!" I asked in a whisper-shout. His teeth chattered and he didn't reply. I helped him to the couch and went into the back room to find some blankets.

I emerged with some Valentine's Day knitted blankets from when we had a Valentine's Day "sleepover", as Haruhi called it. I also gathered a few Christmas sweaters. Making my way over to the couch quickly, I found that Tamaki had lain down and his cheeks were hot. He looked up at me pitifully. His violet eyes seemed to melt my skin. "Ky-Kyoya?" he stuttered.

I helped him sit up only to slip the Christmas sweater over his head. He then laid back down. I smiled softly at him and wrapped him up in blankets. "What is it, Tamaki?"

"I think I'm s-sick," he mumbled. I nodded.

"Indeed you are. Anyone who's outside in twelve degrees below weather is bound to get sick." His eyes seemed to widen a bit.

"I won't be able to participate in host club today! Kyoyaaaa~" he whined.

"Shh," I replied. "It's just a fever. It'll pass quickly. I'll have to inform the women, though..."

"N-no! I'll be fine!"

"Tamaki. Would you rather you get your entire group of customers sick, and then be customerless for a few days of club activities?"

He shook his head, still wide-eyed. I smiled. "Now get some rest."

"Kyoya?"

"What?"

"Thank you."

I nodded, pulling my notebook back into my lap. I flipped to the last page and took the picture out. His eyes were closed and soon enough I could hear his breathing slow.

I stared at the picture mindlessly. It was almost as if I could feel his arm around my waist again, and it makes me wonder:

Why would he do that?

Does this mean he has feelings for me?

Do I have feelings for him?

No, that's unheard of. He's my best friend. He's my best friend. Last time I checked, I'm not gay.

Maybe I should check again.