Tamaki had a reoccurring dream. He dreamt night after night that he walked into the third music room to find only Kyouya there. Tamaki would always call out to his—only to find that the Kyouya that turned to him was a female. This Kyouya was curvy and radiant—and inviting. She would smile warmly at him, but as Tamaki drew closer to her she would morph into a softly smiling Haruhi. Then Tamaki would wake up and be awake until his alarm went off the next morning.
The Host Club King was irritable. He hadn't slept properly in weeks and everyone could tell. His normally boisterous personality was missing and his wide purple eyes sported matching bags and heavy lids. His lips were permanently down turned and even his hair drooped. Kyouya saw all the signs of exhaustion before Tamaki would admit to them and cancelled the club for the day. He spread the word to everyone but the King and settled himself in the music room to wait.
Tamaki entered the Third Music Room to find only Kyouya there and he nearly groaned aloud. He figured he'd fallen asleep in a classroom and was now having his ever present dream.
"Kyouya." Tamaki called in a bored voice.
He'd expected the feminine features he'd grown accustomed to—but it wasn't. Tamaki froze in the doorway with his mouth agape, causing the dark haired boy to raise an eyebrow questioningly.
"You're a boy!" The blonde blurted out.
"I am aware of that fact." Kyouya said slowly.
"But you're normally a girl in this dream! Something is wrong mommy!" Tamaki wailed in confusion. He walked briskly towards his friend and stopped about a foot in front of him.
"You're not turning into Haruhi." Tamaki said, cocking his head.
"No, I'm not and I don't plan to. What are you going on about, Tamaki?"
"I keep reaming that you're a girl and when I walk up to you, you turn into Haruhi and I don't know what's going on now. Am I dreaming, Kyouya?" The boy looked so upset that Kyouya couldn't help but pull him closer. He situated them on the couch together, Tamaki's head resting in his lap.
"No Tamaki, you're not dreaming. Go to sleep for a while, you'll feel better." He said soothingly, smoothing his hair from his head.
Tamaki was asleep before Kyouya finished the sentence. His dream was different this time. Kyouya wasn't a girl when he entered the room and there was no Haruhi in sight. When Kyouya kissed him softly Tamaki understood what his dream was trying to tell him all along.
