Disclaimer: I have no rights over any Ouran characters.

Haruhi punched in the security code Tamaki had given her before the alarm could go off. She wasn't exactly sure how Tamaki had gotten the code, but she was grateful that he had.

She'd been doing a lot of thinking over the last few weeks, while avoiding Kyoya and the effect he had on her emotions.

She hadn't wanted to avoid him, but she'd realized that she couldn't think straight when he was around. She kept getting distracted by how his shoulders filled his coat, or how his hair fell across his forehead, just brushing his glasses.

Now, though, now she had made a decision and was ready to talk to him.

She supposed she could've called him and met him somewhere, but she'd only made the decision an hour ago and she didn't want to lose her nerve.

Lose her nerve; that was amusing.

No one who knew her would think that the calm, rational Haruhi Fujikoa would lose her nerve. But, then, they'd never seen her interested in anyone either. In high school and university she'd been too focused on her future to contemplate even having a crush on someone, let alone dating them. Then, after, she'd just never truly thought about it. At times she'd wondered if she was asexual and aromantic, but then all she had to do was think back to Paris and how Glasses Boy, aka Kyoya Ohtori, had me her heart flutter and her breath catch. Then, when she'd seen him again at the Hitachiin Extravaganza she'd known that there was something there.

Looking at her friends she could see some others that would interest her romantically if they wanted to, but none of them could compare to Kyoya and the effect he had on her, both mentally and physically.

She flicked on the foyer light and looked around. The foyer was encased in white marble and dark, almost black wood. All of the fixtures were polished copper. Just looking at it made her wince in sympathy for whoever had to clean it. There were no sitting areas here, in fact, she couldn't see that this room had much of a use at all. How could one house be so big with such wasted space? It wasn't practical. Especially in Japan, where space was at a premium? And this wasn't even a compound, with multiple families, like the Haninozuka-Morinozuka Compound. This was all for one couple and their two unmarried sons.

Such a waste.

"Kyoya Ohtori! Your house is way too big. Where are you hiding?" she called out, moving towards the wide, sweeping staircase.

The house responded with nothing but silence as she arrived at the second floor.

"Kyoya! I know you're here! Tamaki said he's not meeting you until nine!"

She barely caught it, but there was a definite sound from down the hallway. It sounded a bit like someone gasping in shock.

Squinting, she looked around until she saw an ornate and overly decorated light switch. When she flicked it on she saw him, standing down the hallway, looking at her with shock and a bit of amazement.

She drank in the sight of him.

She'd always known he was handsome and striking. That had always been part of what drew her to him. Whether he was in a suit or casual clothes everything fit him to perfection and was the epitome of fashion.

He apparently hadn't started getting ready to see Tamaki yet. He was still in his casual indoor clothes. A tight, long-sleeved hunter green shirt and a pair of low hanging gray sweats that didn't leave too much to the imagination. Pair those up with his tousled hair and he looked like he'd just climbed out of bed.

She wanted to push him right back into it.

She smiled as her eyes ate up his appearance.

"Hello, Kyoya. Have a moment to talk?"

"Haruhi, what are you doing here?"

She moved farther down the hallway, closing the distance between them.

"I've been doing some thinking, and I've finally made up my mind, so I decided to come and talk."

He glanced down at his bare feet before looking back up at her, "You couldn't have called first?"

She chuckled, "I think Tamaki's rubbed off on me. I didn't want to wait."

His eyebrows rose a fraction and his eyes locked onto hers. She was only a couple feet away from him now and she could clearly see the hope and raw emotion in his own eyes.

There was no glare on his glasses to hide under.

"Does that mean you agree to a date?"

"Yes, though," she glanced down at her jeans and hoodie, "I don't think I'm dressed appropriately for anywhere that you would deem good enough for a first date."

"Is it though?"

"Is it what?"

"Our first date?"

She grinned, "You want to call me beating you up a first date?"

He chuckled at that, "I was more thinking of the Hitachiin Extravaganza."

"Ah, well, that was more like a first meeting." She thought of the grocery store and Paris, "Our first true meeting."

"I still can't believe I didn't recognize you. Though, I have to say, you look more like that girl that gave the Hitachiin Twins the slip now than you ever did in your business suits."

"You should know that this is the real me. If I could dress this way at work and be successful I would, but Masaye assures me that I wouldn't be taken seriously."

"I dare say she's correct," he said with a chuckle.

"So, did you want to get dinner tonight?"

"Didn't we agree that our first date should be somewhere nice? Somewhere that wouldn't let you in dressed as you are?"

"Kyoya, do you really think that matters to me?"

"But you said-"

"I said a place that YOU would deem appropriate, not that I would. I'd be fine going to Lotteria. It's the company that's important, not the setting."

"Ah, but the setting can affect the company in numerable ways. And Lotteria is not really a place of romance, despite their couple sets."

She smiled, "I have an idea then. Do you trust me not to take us to as unromantic a place as Lotteria?"

"Trust has to start somewhere. Let me go get dressed."

She couldn't resist saying, "Do you have to?"

His jaw dropped for a second and then he threw his head back and laughed. "You'd like me to go out dressed like this?" He gestured at his outfit as he spoke.

She shrugged, "It does flatter your figure."

As his laughter died away a true smile settled onto his face, "See you in a moment Haruhi; feel free to wander around. There's no one here but us."

When Kyoya disappeared into her room she wandered over to the staircase and sat down. She hoped he dressed casually. He'd look really out of place at her favorite ramen shop in his normal attire.

XXX

Waves of heat rose off of the tarmac. Spring was long gone, not even a hint of it remained as Kyoya ushered Haruhi onto his family's small, private jet.

He'd been looking forward to this trip for weeks now, but it had taken almost that long to convince Haruhi to go along with it. She'd kept using work as an excuse for staying in Tokyo, even when Mamoru said it was fine for her to leave for a weekend.

He still found himself looking at her amazement sometimes, not really believing that she was his girlfriend.

It seemed like only yesterday he'd danced with her at the Hitachiin Extravaganza or chuckled at her audacity in threatening him into letting her work his case.

He handed his laptop bag to the flight attendant and took the seat across from Haruhi, even though it put him facing the rear of the plane. He wanted to be able to watch her during the flight.

They sat in companionable silence as the doors closed, the engine started, and the plane took off. Kyoya entertained himself by watching Haruhi as she looked out the window.

"I've been on many flights, but never a private plane. Do you always travel like this?"

He shook his head, "Only places within a few hours flight, after that it becomes cost prohibitive. But we always fly first class if we fly commercial, I'm guessing that you never did."

She laughed, "I only flew first once, when they overbooked on one leg of my journey from Australia to Japan. I got bumped up, but it was only for an hour long flight. Still, I've always enjoyed flying. You get on in one place, wait for a while, and then get off in a new place. It's almost like magic."

"Yes, if magic involved numerous mechanical parts, the power of lift, and burning fossil fuels."

"Anything can be magic if you look at it the right way."

He leaned forward and took her hand. "If we go by that rule then I'd like to classify our relationship as magic."

She blushed and smiled as she leaned forward herself.

"It has been a rather magical journey, hasn't it? What with running into each other accidently multiple times before we truly came to know each other."

"And don't forget the misunderstanding that led to such a terrible fight."

"That was only overcome through the power of friendship."

"That makes our relationship sound like one of those kdramas my sister is obsessed with."

She chuckled, "I've seen some of those. We're more realistic than they are though."

"Oh, how's that?"

"Well, you see, we're actually competent kissers."

One of his eyebrows rose, "We are? Are you prepared to back up this statement with proof?"

"I do believe I am," she said with a smile.

And, she did just that.

Author's Note: Welp, that's it for the main story. There is an epilogue though, so one more weekend posting. So far I have no other story planned, but we'll see. Also, kdramas are notorious for terrible kisses.

Enjoy! :)