A/N: So, I've decided, if I become a ninja, I can learn more evasive manouvres. I'm worried this oneshot will kill me. I'm not sure if this goes beyond T-rated. I mean, there's implications. And the word 'naked', but I use that in casual conversation. I'm just worried about that one. Little. Paragraph.

Which one? oh, you'll know...

Thanks, Kelsea, for saving my ass. You know I need you. :D And now, you have to live up to your end of our bargain, seeing as how I didn't do a thing to this. Heh.

Inspired by 'Decode' by Paramore.

Enjoy.

xoxo

He can't hold back much longer...

It's become an obsession. He can't even look at her without thinking about her in ways that would make any sane man blush. He wants to have her in ways that would make Tamaki jealous.

He knows he has to stay calm if he ever wants a chance with her. He can't throw himself at her. He has to be patient, he has to have self control.

But the way her hips sway every so often, or the way her lids lower slightly when she looks at him... It drives him crazy.

Hikaru can't help it.

He knows she's so young. Barely 15, and he's turning 17 in the summer. But he sees her as more of a woman, a woman who makes him dizzy with passion, and could make him see stars if she would let him see her at her most vulnerable.

Sure, she thinks he's teasing when he winks and makes a dirty joke, or that it's for the customers when he comments about how lonely his bed can be at night and perhaps she could fix that. But he knows better than anyone else that those aren't jokes. It's what he wants.

He's imagined her in so many different ways, her begging for more, her dominating him ruthlessly, her clutching to him weak, her giving him a love bite or two. But it always ends the same in his head. It always ends how he wants it.

He's never had to slump in his seat during class, or to walk with his books in front of a certain part of his anatomy, just to hide a tell-tale sign of his attraction for her. He's never had to go into a stall during lunch, and pretend his fingers were hers, just to make it go away.

But now he has. He's done that all, just to satisfy his imagination.

And it's still not enough.

Every time he touches her, his mind dares his hands to go farther. His heart begs his tongue to tell her things, or to even do things to her. And he can't. He won't. He would, but he shouldn't. He has to know his boundaries.

He's been envisioning her naked, legs spread wide in the middle of class, letting him touch her in front of everyone, and it's getting to the point where he can't even concentrate any more. He can't even look at her and not see his fantasies spring to life. He wants them to, but he can't have that.

He used to be madly in love with her. He could hold her hand, and have blood rush to his face rather than other areas. He could whisper things in her ear without sounding like a horny teenage boy. Even if he was one.

Once upon a time, he was in love with Haruhi. But now, it's just lust.

xoxo

Another A/N: DUCK AND COVER!

So what do you think this should be rated? One up? Or where it is...

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