It was finally the weekend, and Tamaki couldn't be more ecstatic about it. He was going to get some time alone with Haruhi! She had been cranky and moody lately, and he hadn't had much time to spend with her in the past few weeks; only an afternoon here and there when she didn't have work. He'd have to beg to get her to come, too. You'd think she didn't want to spend time with him, with all the excuses she'd give him. 'I'm tired' or 'I have too much homework' or 'not tonight, I have too much to do.' Honestly, it was a little ridiculous.

But, she had agreed to come over his house this weekend, which made him very happy. It was a beautiful spring day, the weather was warm; there were no traces of winter left, no snow, only clear blue skies. Tamaki hoped to take Haruhi for a walk, to do something outside where they could enjoy the sunshine.

And, maybe later, they could…. Tamaki couldn't help but smile at the thought. The few times Haruhi had time for him, he'd made sure they'd…tried things. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, no more than a heavy make-out session, but Tamaki tried his hardest to pay attention to things, to get to know what brought no reaction and what made Haruhi make the cutest little squeaks and erotic moans. He wanted to make sure the next time they had sex, it was something she enjoyed.

"Tamaki?"

He looked over at Haruhi. They were in his limo, driving to his mansion. "Hn?"

"Is it all right if I change out of my uniform when we get to your house?" She was all ready fiddling with the buttons on the sleeves of her dress.

Tamaki nodded, smiling. The dress would be too warm for her to wear going for a walk. She didn't even need to ask, really.

He hoped she'd change into something cute. A dress, maybe, or a skirt; something sweet and feminine….

Tamaki was sorely disappointed. While she got changed in one of the bathrooms (she insisted that she only needed that much space to change, not a whole guest suite), he had gotten changed as well; while his uniform wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't his first choice of clothing to wear. When he emerged from his room, he found Haruhi waiting patiently just outside his doorway, wear jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

He let out a sigh. Why couldn't she ever wear something that was as cute as she was?

"Do you mind if we do something relaxing?" she asked. "I've had a long week."

Tamaki let out a much louder, more dramatic sigh. "It's so nice out!" he protested. "We need to go outside!"

"I don't have the energy to run around," Haruhi said.

"You never have any energy," Tamaki muttered, pouting. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall. "All you ever want to do is lie around and watch movies."

"Unlike you, I have a lot on my plate," she snapped back. "I don't get much time to relax, and when I'm able to, I'd like to."

Tamaki narrowed his eyes at that retort. Unlike him? What did she think he did all day; nothing? What did that even matter? He could understand her being tired once in a while, but all the time? She had to make time for him! "You try to do nothing every time you come over! You need to do things with me!"

"We can! I just don't want to run around all over the place! I'm exhausted, Tamaki!"

"Then why bother coming over if you don't want to do anything fun?" he asked angrily.

"Because you complain so much about how little time I spend with you!"

He stared at her, jaw set. So this was a chore to her? She'd only spend time with him because she felt she had to. "Then go home, if it's too much of a bother to be here."

Haruhi kept his gaze for a minute, and then said, "Fine."

And with that, she turned, and headed down the hall, towards the front entrance, leaving Tamaki standing there, bewildered and hurt. So…she really felt that way? It felt as though someone had taken a knife to his gut, and twisted it.

Haruhi had almost apologized. She did feel bad, after she had left, for leaving like that, but...she really was tired. Extremely tired, and ready to just crash.

She really didn't have the energy to fight with him, or to do whatever it was that he felt like doing. She needed sleep, and needed it badly.

And, when she woke up the next day, she felt better and more refreshed than she had in a long time. At first, Haruhi couldn't understand why, until she realized that, all those times she could've gotten enough sleep, she'd instead spent too much time with Tamaki, which then resulted in her being moody and unhappy for far too long.

It was then that she seriously considered breaking up with him.

The thought had come to her more than once, but any time she spent with him made her quickly forget that. Even though she would be tired and cranky with him, he was a good balance for that, and made her smile often. But, as much as she enjoyed spending time with him, nothing compared to how she felt now, fully rested with her mind clear.

It could be a very good idea for her to become single again.

Haruhi thought long and hard over this all weekend. She cared about Tamaki incredibly, and didn't know if she could give up what she had with him. But, did she have to? They could still remain friends, right?

And she did need to think about her well being. The amount of stress she was receiving was intense, and if she could just relieve a little bit of it, it would be amazing. Not having to worry about keeping Tamaki happy would help, at least a little bit. And those afternoons that she would have free could be spent getting ahead on projects or just catching up on much needed sleep.

All in all, it seemed like the best option.

Tamaki would surely understand.

I know. A short chapter. But…it was unavoidable.

So, how's Tamaki gonna take the break up, hmm?

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