Once Haruhi caught on to what was going on, she began avoiding the two of hem like the Black Plague. However, that was easier said than done.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki shouted from across the room.
The girl, who had been hosting with Mori and Honey, twitched involuntarily and tried to ignoring him until he called for her again.
"Haruhi-kun," one of the customers said hesitantly, "Tamaki-senpai is coming this way."
Haruhi glanced over her shoulder before standing up quickly. She smiled kindly, thanked the girl, and walked off, away from the approaching blond. She had almost made it to the exit when a cold voice cut her off.
"Where are you going, Haruhi? There's still another hour left."
She stopped where she was, squeezed her eyes shut, and raked her brain for an excuse.
"Well?" it prompted as a chair scraped backwards on the floor and a pair of feet stabled themselves on the ground.
"I don't feel well, Kyoya-senpai," she muttered as the whole room seemed to turn silent just to watch their interaction. Then she coughed twice for an extra effect.
Kyoya walked towards her, and, when he was close enough, placed the back of his hand gently against her forehead. Haruhi knew she was caught, but the way he looked at her oh-so-dearly made her question everything she knew about the dark-haired boy and she couldn't tell if he was acting or not.
A smirk threatened to tug at his mouth, daring to ruin the moment. So, unable to hide a smile, he turned his lips upwards as lovingly as he could and caringly brushed aside the strands of brown hair that covered Haruhi's eyes.
"You do seem abnormally warm," he said softly, though it was a lie. Haruhi was most definitely at a perfect thirty-seven degrees Celsius. His grin widened as he felt all the eyes waiting eagerly for his next words. All the customers wanted more of this "new love" and the hosts needed an explanation for the sudden change in Kyoya's behavior. "Why don't you go into an adjoining room and rest for a bit?" Haruhi was about to question the boy's own state of health when she saw the familiar plotting gleam in his eyes. Then fear, curiosity, and anger froze her body for a moment. "I'll get you something for your illness in a moment, okay Haruhi?"
"I don't want to be a bother-" she began to protest as she backed up when a sharp stare cut her off. As those gray eyes dared her to defy him, she found that there was no point in arguing.
Haruhi sighed, determined not to be completely defeated, and slowly began to walk towards the room Kyoya mentioned. However, as soon as she started to move, a body sprung forwards and latched onto Kyoya. Finding both Tamaki and Kyoya well distracted, Haruhi took the chance to change her course and to flee from the room. As soon as she was a good distance away from the Third Music Room, she slowed her pace down to a relaxing stroll. She knew that if things kept up the way they had been since the beach trip, she would have to take the time and chance to talk to the two of them about what was clearly going on between them. It wasn't fair to either of them and certainly not to her. She sighed again and desperately hoped that they would sort things out on their own soon.