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This chapter is in Kyoya's POV and is 'based' on the song Your Love Is My Drug by Kesha.

Let me draw you a Venn diagram to illustrate Hikaru and Haruhi's relationship as it is quite complex. There is a grey area which symbolises the confusion on both parts and there intersects their growing feelings for one another. It's perfect really.

Maths really can explain everything and with a smug tiny smile, I push my slipping glasses further up my nose and pat myself on the back. Not literally of course or I would garner the wrong kind of attention. The kind of attention that begs to know if you are suffering from a psychotic episode. To which I answer, it is none of your business if I am going through a psychotic episode. Mind your own mental health and don't interfere with others.

I really should patent this amazing idea of mine and perhaps I will even receive a Nobel prize for my efforts. Hmm…

My phone begins to beep relentlessly which drives me to the brink of insanity. What is this damn ringtone? I believe that the somewhat mischevious Kaoru has made me his target. I would like to make him my target….

As if struck by lightning, I jump in astonishment at such a perverted thought passing through the expanses of my mind.

I must know…is Kaoru merely the object of my attraction or are boys in general more my cup of tea? As I ponder this rather puzzling thought, I come to stark realisation that Kaoru is the one whom causes my loins to become inflamed…. But perhaps that is need to know information… would you mind me carrying out a survey to gather data based on the general consensus for my vulgar train of thought… regardless this scheme gives me even more reason to participate in this half-brained scheme to bring Hikaru and Kaoru together.

I would do anything he says. Just….don't tell him that, promise? My pride is at stake and also my emotionless demeanour. My reputation is very important to me and I must remember to be detached in all circumstances.

My phone beeps once more in a rather annoying chirpy tone which puts my nerves on edge and causes me to grit my teeth.

Alright, I get it, I grumble to myself as I check my phone only to find ten text messages from one person. And that person happens to be Kaoru, the object of my affections.

I swear if the boy ordered me to walk butt naked around campus whilst dancing suggestively, I would do so.

My eyes widen considerably behind their striking spectacles. I gulp nervously. He wants me to do something far worse than simply walking naked. He wants me…to dress as a usagi. Quelle horreur.

But I will do it!

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