Two words: Sorry and school. =(

The main factor behind Haninnozuka Mitsukuni's popularity during high school was his lolita appearance. That look had not bothered Kyoya during those years; Honey had earned his keep so to speak, but the fact that that same look had not faded as Honey grew older did trouble him a little. Every now and then Kyoya was forced to wonder if the martial artist secretly suffered from sort of disease that stunted his growth.

He was forced to wonder that once again as the small blonde burst into his room.

"Ne, ne Kyo-chan!" Honey cried, skipping across the room.

"Good evening, Honey," Kyoya replied looking up from his laptop, "Mori," he added as the other man, never far behind his cousin also entered.

"Guess what, Kyo-chan!"

"What?" Kyoya asked with false pleasantry; if anything he had been expecting coffee, not a late night visit from his two ex-senpai.

Honey's face took on one of those looks that only he could make; a bizarre cross between cuteness and seriousness, "Takashi and I were going to our rooms just now and we walked past one of your maids, one of the ones Tama-chan splashed, and then there was this big clap of thunder and she put the coffee tray down and hid in a wardrobe!"

Mori nodded affirmation and Kyoya set his laptop aside with a sigh. He had no trouble guessing which of his maids had taken up residence in some furnishing.

It was cold.

Kyoya made a face and placed the coffee back down on the tray. He moved to stand in front of the wardrobe and eyed it for a time; weighing up his options. Finally he decided that straight forward would be the best method.

He opened the door.

Haruhi, huddled in the far corner peeked up at him, reached out a hand and shut it.

Kyoya opened the wardrobe again, this time propping it open with his foot so she couldn't shut it. He gave a smirk, "You know Fujioka-san, books are general meant to be read," he said mildly, regarding her with increasing amusement.

Haruhi glared up at him, "I did read it," she replied bluntly, trying to push his foot away so she could close the door again.

"Of course, and did the book suggest that you hide in a wardrobe?" Kyoya kept his foot firmly in place.

"No," Haruhi pouted, and then jumped as another clap of thunder sounded.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, "So you are in there because?"

Haruhi couldn't find an answer and she looked so hopelessly pathetic that Kyoya sighed inwardly.

"Come out," he said, with a slightly awkward patience that surprised her. Haruhi just stared at him in surprise. Seeing her hesitation he stepped back and held the door open wider.

Slowly Haruhi climbed out and Kyoya let the door shut behind her. Haruhi looked up at him; noticing with interest how he was trying to hide his discomfort with their close proximity. If she weren't quite so frightened she might have shared in it.

Kyoya caught himself looking down at her and mentally kicked himself. He took a step back and motioned at the coffee tray on the table, but before he could speak there was another clap of thunder. Haruhi jumped and made to climb back into wardrobe.

Kyoya caught her by the wrist and pulled her back before he had even thought about what he was doing. Both of them caught by surprise, they over balanced and toppled to the floor.

Haruhi stared down at Kyoya in surprise, and his own expression matched hers. Haruhi sat up, flustered, and scrambled off him. Kyoya sat up more slowly; patting the floor around him in search of his glasses which had been inadvertently knocked from his face.

Hoping her possible blush was hidden by the dim light Haruhi held the glasses out to him. He accepted them wordlessly and set them on the bridge of his nose.

A fork of lightning lit up the sky outside and Haruhi squeaked; Kyoya switched his gaze to her.

"You know," he said in a mild tone, "You're going to have to face your fear sooner or later, otherwise all you'll do is cause problems for everyone around you as well,"

Haruhi sighed in defeat, "I know."

Kyoya glanced at her again, before standing, brushing himself off and moving down the corridor. A thought crossing his mind he turned back and said over his shoulder;

"Oh and Fujioka-san, in case you haven't figured it out by now, I like my coffee hot."

Haruhi understood the hint.

Thank you to; 123Aqua123, Scherherazade, Meganes Ultimate Fangirl, Katarina H., Kiriyu-chan, M. and Shanni-Shana for reviewing! Does the ending of this chap work? I wasn't too sure about it...