The Sick Shadow King and the Caring Commoner
Haruhi snuggled into the covers of her own bed again. She felt so happy to be home. Her bed felt like it was a cloud; it was so soft and welcoming. She pulled the covers over her head as the sun shined in through her window. She snuggled deeper into the arms of her sheets.
And then she realized they were real arms. Her eyes shot open. Kyoya held her close in his sleep. Haruhi pulled the sheets down a little and looked around the room. This wasn't her bed and this wasn't her room. It was Kyoya's. She tried to pull out of his arms but he held strongly to her.
She grabbed one of his hands and peeled it away from her and then the other. She slipped out of the bed. She sighed in relief at being free. She still wore the clothes from Tamaki's. She looked around for something to wear. A dress lay on a chair; a note sat on it. Haruhi read it.
Haruhi,
I had this dress made for you. I hope you like it.
Love,
Kyoya
Haruhi grabbed the dress and held it up to her small frame. It was simple yet somehow elegant. She pulled the shirt and pants off of herself then slipped into the dress. It fit her perfectly. She twirled around in it and felt so free. She had to stop though. Dizziness was forming in her head and she didn't like it.
She faced the bed. Kyoya was still sound asleep. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smoothed his hair away from his eyes.
"You're too good to me," she smiled, "I don't know what I can do to repay you." His hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. Her first reaction was to pull away having already run into so many disagreeably circumstances. She fell onto the floor and slid away to a distant corner of the room.
Kyoya sat up groggily. He reached beside him for Haruhi but she wasn't there. He grabbed his glasses and pushed them on his face. He spotted her huddled up in a corner with silent tears coursing down her face. He rushed to her.
"What's wrong, Haruhi?" he demanded. She looked into his eyes and slight relief filled them. She jumped at him and wrapped her arms around him. Her head snuggled into his chest.
"Nothing," she lied, "nothing is wrong." Kyoya hugged her too him. He didn't believe her but he didn't want to push her. He kissed the top of her head.
"Are you hungry?" He asked. She nodded.
"I can fix…" she started. Kyoya shook his head at her.
"Everyone knows who you are. I don't think anyone would even let you near the kitchen anymore." Haruhi frowned.
"That's illogical. What if I wanted to ask for something or…" Kyoya had to physically cover his mouth to stop from laughing. She frowned up at him as he shook with silent giggles.
"What's so funny?" she demanded.
"You," he gasped. Haruhi crossed her arms in frustration.
"I am not," she mumbled. Kyoya placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry," he managed between spills of laughter, "it has nothing to do with what you said."
"What then?" she was confused.
"Your face was so…" he couldn't finish the sentence.
"Yeah, well," Haruhi was flustered, "you're face is funny too." Kyoya, who had been calming down burst into another fit of giggles.
"That wasn't funny," She yelled at him. She went to stand but Kyoya grabbed her hand.
"I'm sorry," he wheezed, "I'll stop, I promise." Haruhi nodded her head in victory. Kyoya burst into laughter again.