Even with boring classes on the horizon, I was eager to get to school. I raced down the stairs to the seldom used hallway to arrive at the door of the Black Magic Club. I kind of burst in, startling the unexpecting club members. "Where's Umehito?" I asked. "He went up to the Host Club." Said Kanazuki, busy with something. "Ok, thanks anyway. Oh, cool room though." I commented, looking around at the dark décor.

I closed the door and started back over to the stairs. I guess I must have been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice someone else running down the stairs, and I was knocked down onto the hard floor, slamming my head. "Aah! What the heck?!" I screamed in agony, clutching my injured skull.

"Oh, Shit. Kiamai?" asked the stranger.

"Yeah, and you are?"

"It's me, Nekozawa. Oh…Right…"he realized, patting his hair. "I'm a little unprepared today." Unlike his usual black haired and dark cloaked self, he was wearing a regular uniform, and was extremely…blonde. But I realized that now he looked even more handsome.

I tried to sit up, but it felt like I had used up all of my energy, and my head along with the rest of my body hurt so much I felt like I didn't even want to live to recover.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

"I can't even move."

"Crap." He lifted me up and started to carry me up the stairs. Umehito walked heroically through the halls of the school, inviting curious stares. The most I could do was lift my head to see and maybe move my arm if I had to. But I tried not to collapse entirely, because then I would be at the risk of falling unconscious. We went through the door and he put me down on a bed. A nurse came over to him and asked, "Do you need to get to class? We can still take care of her."

"No, I'm going to stay. It's more important."

He told the nurse how I was injured.

"Make sure she doesn't fall asleep. She could have a concussion."

Nekozawa came back over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Any better?"

"Not much. But I can like, lift my head without extreme pain."

"Well I have to keep you busy so you don't fall asleep."

"Better you than anyone else. The people here get on my nerves. But how exactly do you plan to keep me busy anyway? You gonna like read me a story or something?"

"I don't know. At least we both get to skip class."

"Ha. A concussion in exchange for math. That's fair."

"Hey, it's not every day I get to carry someone heroically through the school."

"It's not every day I get to be injured by someone of your stature."

"What do you mean? Are you like accident-prone? Or do people just not like you? I don't see how anyone couldn't like you." He grinned dorkishly.

I blew a lock of black hair from my face. "I guess I don't really look like that great of a person at first, so nobody ever bothers to get to know me."

"Hmm. Weird. I thought you looked great yesterday. Heck, you even look good with a near concussion."

"Pish. That's not what I meant. But that's not true anyway."

"Hey, just an opinion."

"Come on. My self esteem is next to nothing already. I don't need your sarcasm."

The nurse came back in and told us that I was pretty much ok, but I needed to rest at home for a few days. Well, it was Friday anyway.

"Is there anyone that can take you home? Like, any family around? If not, is there anyone here that can bring you? They can be excused for the day."

"Nah. My parents are busy during the day. I don't have any other family around here either."

"I can take her." Offered Nekozawa.

"Well, technically you'd have to have some kind of relationship to her. Otherwise I can't let you."

"I'm her boyfriend. Does that count?" he improvised.

"Hmm. I guess I could let that slide. You sat here this whole time anyway." She went back to her desk to call the office.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly at his improvisation.

"What was I supposed to say? 'I'm just some guy that nearly gave her a concussion?' That sounds promising."

"Ah, whatever. Let's get going."

"Can you walk now?"

"Yeah, probably." I got down from the bed and found that I could walk without pain.

Since I'm not rich like the rest of the people at this place, I couldn't call a limo or a maid to come and pick me up. On the contrary, Nekozawa could, and did, call one of his drivers to come and get us. I told the driver where I lived, and got in the back of the car with Umehito. I was feeling rather music deprived, so I took out my Mp3 player from my bag and, despite my injured head, (possibly brain, XD) I put on some screamo and turned it up loud.

"Do you want to hook that up to the car stereo?" he asked.

"Well, I wouldn't if I were you, but go ahead."

He plugged it in, and after a moment, the silence was filled with ear damaging screaming and guitar playing.

"Wow, this is really, uh, great music." He shouted over the noise.

"I know, they're like the greatest band there is." I, a frequent concert-goer, spoke expertly above the volume of the music.

We pulled up to my house, and the driver, relieved, pulled out and handed me my Mp3 player. "You wanna hang out here? It's just me home."

"Might as well." He waved the driver off.

I stuck my key in the lock and pushed open the door. Habitually, I went to the fridge for some snacks and a drink. "Ha, sorry. It's a habit. You want a drink?"

He nodded, and I tossed him a can. I started up the stairs and motioned for Nekozawa to follow. We sat on the floor of my room, sipping drinks that were way too sugary, and obscenely high in calories. "Ok, so what were we saying? Oh right, how you're ruining my dangerously dwindling self esteem."

"No, I'm serious, I think you're beautiful."

I pondered this and stared at him.

"I find you extremely attractive as well."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Of course not. Why?"

I moved everything off the floor, and put my face to his. He stared into my eyes for a moment, and I pressed my lips to his, pushing him onto his back on the floor. I was on top of him and he put his arms around me, kissing me again. My head started to hurt a little, and I rested it on his chest. I heard a car outside and peeked out the window. "Damnit. It's the Host Club. How did they even –Kyoya..."

"Come on, don't worry about it. They probably won't come in if no one answers the door."

"You're right."

I leaned back down, put my arms around Umehito's neck, and uh, went back to what we were doing. Just as I leaned in to kiss him again, trying to take off his jacket, someone burst through the doorway. Tamaki, followed by the rest of the club, walked in, uninvited, to find me suspiciously dressed on the floor of my bedroom, on top of Nekozawa, kissing him.