A/N

HAPPY VALENTINE'S/SINGLE AWARENESS DAY ERRYONE.

this is not my valentines chapter, just saying. i meant to have this chapter up like... last week... but i had a biology project that i had to do, and so the chapter is posted now.

hopefullyyyy i can post my valentines chapter in a few hours, its fluffy time!

in other news, WHY YOU NO VOTE IN THE POLL? I HAVE NO NEW VOTES! WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY. vote. nao.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran, and probably never will. The plot is mine, as well as any OC's that I may use in the future. Use my plot without permission, and I predict that ninjas will attack you soon.

Five o'clock came sooner than she thought, only being noticed by the ring of the doorbell.

"Haruhi, are you there?"

Shit. "Kyoya-senpai, please let yourself in, I'm a little busy at the moment." She hurriedly put on a pair of black jeans, and a loose light blue shirt, and went into the living room.

Kyoya was standing in the middle of the room, looking around with a slightly disgruntled look on his face.

"Senpai, what are you doing?" Haruhi raised an eyebrow at his questionable behavior.

"Ah... I was just curious, is this apartment well-insulated?"

What a strange question to ask... "Well enough, I suppose. Why?"

"No reason." And of course, Kyoya had a reason. He didn't do anything without one.

"We should get going then... what exactly were you planning to do?"

"You'll see."

Haruhi grumbled at yet another one of Kyoya's ambiguous answers. She was really going to have to work on that. She had one guy friend who spoke too little, and one that, whenever he spoke, left her more confused than she was to begin with.

Haruhi locked up the apartment, and the two went down to Kyoya's...

...Lamborghini?

"Senpai, what happened to the limo?" She was so used to seeing the host club members always driving around in their limousines, that this was a bit of a shock for her (never minding that Lamborghinis were still very expensive cars.)

"I know how to drive, you know. I let Tachibana take the evening off."

"...rich bastard that sometimes knows how to be nice..."

"Thank you."

He pulled up in front of a small café that Haruhi had seen numerous times on her way to school, but she had never actually gone into. Until now, it seemed.

Kyoya parked, got out, and then helped Haruhi out of the passenger side.

"This is different..." she mumbled to herself as she allowed Kyoya to take her arm.

"Why does everyone always assume I only exist to get money and manipulate people?" Kyoya sighed. "I really can be a nice person, if I want to."

"We'll see about that."

They sat in a table in the corner, near the window, perusing the small menu.

"Interesting choice of place, senpai," Haruhi remarked as she flipped the menu over.

"Yes, I come here often. The first time was because Tamaki dragged me here because he wanted to try it, but I actually find it a rather nice place. Tamaki found it too 'boring,' as they refused to let him bring Antoinette in, but I like the peace." Kyoya smiled faintly at the memory.

"You and Tamaki-senpai must be very close."

"Ehh... sometimes. I do give him credit for making me marginally less money-fixated, but other than that, he isn't good for too much."

Haruhi rolled her eyes at him. She supposed that this was the most admittance that Kyoya actually cared about his friends that she would ever get.

The waitress came back to their table with a pad of paper. "Have you decided on what you wish to get?" she asked the pair, as she set down two mugs full of tea.

"The usual," Kyoya replied.

"I'll try the... hmm. I'll get the pound cake sampler," Haruhi said, kind of unsure.

"Excellent choice, it's one of our best-sellers." The waitress smiled politely at them. "I'll be back soon with the food."

Haruhi sipped a bit of the tea, unsure of what to do at this point. Neither one of them was much for small talk, and that sufficed to make things pretty damn awkward.

Kyoya just couldn't take it anymore, he just had to know. All these little things were just eating at him from the inside, and it just made him want to scream.

"What do you have with Mori?"

It was almost a whisper, but of course, Haruhi heard it anyways.

"I'm not sure." This, too, was a murmur, but of course, Kyoya heard it anyways.

"Is it at all possible for us to try this out? To see where it goes? Because frankly, Haruhi, I cannot picture myself spending my life without you in some way, even if it is just as friends."

"I'm willing to try. But YOU have to convince Mori not to kill you if you spend time with me, after all."

Kyoya opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the return of the waitress. They thanked her, and she left.

"Wow! This looks great!" Haruhi exclaimed as she picked up her fork.

Figures... only Haruhi could get so distracted by food. Kyoya sipped his coffee and watched Haruhi's different facial expressions as she tried the different types of cakes.

"Senpai, do I have something on my face?" she asked, once she had realized that he was staring at her.

"No."

"Okay then..."

"Thanks, senpai."

They stood at the door to Haruhi's apartment, the sun just beginning to fade out of the sky.

"It was my pleasure. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Eh..." Haruhi mumbled. "I should be going now. Bye, senpai."

"Just call me Kyoya."

"I'll work on that."

He brushed his lips against her forehead briefly, and left.

Haruhi sat down on her bed, confused. Why did she have to have so many problems with the host club? Besides the whole debt thing, there was this romance nonsense, them fighting, and... sometimes, she really felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

She picked up her phone. Maybe she should take Arai's advice.