She stretched. "It feels like I've been sleeping for five years," she yawned.

"Well, head trauma will do that to a girl," I smirked. "...or maybe you're just lazy" She looked at me in that way she looks at the twins nearly every moment of every day. "Getting on your list already, hm?" Her glare turned into a smile, then a laugh. I hadn't seen her look that genuinely happy in what felt like forever.

"So, do you have an appetite yet?" She groaned.

"I wasn't about to be rude, but oh my god, yes. Have we even met?" I couldn't help but chuckle. This girl loved food more than anyone I'd ever met.

"I'll be right back." I turned around, walking towards the door. I heard her slump down in the bed, still groaning about being hungry. I rarely see her actually willing to complain about something like food. I supposed she was just...comfortable?

I walked down to the kitchen to grab Haruhi and myself some breakfast. As I approached, one of the women who works in the kitchen scurried up to me.

"We were just about to bring up your and miss Haruhi's meal, Milord." She bowed.

"No need, I'll just bring it up myself." Some of the staff looked at me like I'd just spoken backwards. "Being in a staffed home makes her uncomfortable. She's a very independent woman." That's one thing I adored about her.

The kitchen staff in its entirety just smiled and went back to what they were doing. Was it something I said?

I grabbed the tray and made my way back to my bedroom.

Opening the door, I could already tell she was excited. You could see it on her face. "So, what's on the menu?" she asked, hopefully.

"How about yogurt parfaits with granola, and lots and lots of fruit?" I took my bowl off the tray, and handed the tray down to Haruhi.

She'd already made a dent in her food by the time I managed to walk over to my chair and sit down. "Good, I'd assume?" She smiled and nodded.

We spent the time just chatting and eating. We talked about future Host events which is when I remembered I still didn't have my phone. God knows how many times Tamaki had called by this point…

I excused myself, taking our dirty dishes with me, leaving them outside the bedroom door as we always did. I walked down to where we kept all of our vehicles, sighing to myself, trying to figure out what I'd tell Tamaki. I went out the front door, and I immediately realised I'd have to come up with an excuse fast.

"Kyoya!" Oh no.

"Kyoya, I've been trying to get ahold of you all night! You never don't answer me! I was worried that you'd somehow succumbed to the twins shenanigans or something and that I'd never hear from you AGAIN!" Tamaki threw himself around me, forcing me into a hug I most certainly did not sign up for.

Tamaki was always the King of worrying about nothing. "Tamaki, I left my phone in the car. I was just now going to get it."

He looked at me like I had twelve eyes. "Kyoya, you never forget things!" he put his hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling alright!" I sighed.

"Tamaki. Get off of me." He did, immediately looking offended.

"Mama's mad at me!" He shrieked. Ugh.

"Come on, Tamaki, walk with me." I continued on my path to the car, Tamaki now trailing behind me. We got to the car, and I found my phone laying on the passenger side floor and grabbed it. "Guess it fell out of my bag…" I said aloud, lying through my teeth.

"Wait, Tamaki, why aren't you at school?"

"WELL I COULD SAY THE SAME TO YOU, KYOYA." I mean, he wasn't wrong. I brainstormed as quickly as I could.

"You were right, I was feeling a bit under the weather today, Tamaki. I decided to do my schoolwork from home today. I was coming to find my phone so I could let you know I wouldn't be at the club tonight."

"OH you should have said something sooner! I'd have brought you the finest soup and… Well, you march yourself back up to your bedroom and get some rest, Kyoya!" He pointed up at my bedroom window, looking up at it. "Did something just MOVE in there, Kyoya! Are you secretly being haunted by SPIRITS!?"

"Maids, Tamaki. We do in fact have...maids."

He started running off towards the limo that had brought him, yelling over his shoulder. "Maids or ghosts, go get some rest, so you can be bright and ready for Club activities in the morning!"

And then he was gone.

I looked down at my phone, which still had a tiny charge. 37 text messages and 26 voicemails from Tamaki, two texts from Hikaru, three from Kaoru, one from Hunny, and one from Mori. Then a new one popped up, from Haruhi.

"He's such an idiot." followed by a laughing emoji. I looked up to the bedroom window, and she'd been watching the whole time. So much for ghosts.

I jogged my way back upstairs, and opened the door.

"BOO!" Haruhi jokingly yelled at me. "Oh man, I guess I'm NOT the spirit that Tamaki senpai was talking about." Her smile turned into a slightly annoyed face.

"Can you imagine being that loud, that someone can hear you talking two stories up and through a closed window.." She continued, shaking her head. She was nine times out of ten the victim of Tamaki being Tamaki.

"Hey Haruhi, how comfortable are you being pushed around in a wheelchair, hm?" I smiled at her. She looked up at me and groaned.

"Why."

"I have a surprise for you, but you'll actually have to leave this room to get it."