"Kyoya…hey, Earth to Kyoya!" Kyoya shook his head and blinked quickly while Tamaki waved his hand in Kyoya's face, "Hey, are you okay? You don't look so good. Are you sick…no, that's impossible. Your family owns the biggest medical facilities in Japan…allergies…no, parents in medical field. I got nothing." Kyoya smacked the boy upside the head.
"I…I think I'm just tired. That's all," Kyoya said.
"You, tired?" The French-Japanese boy laughed, "Impossible! You get the best sleep out of us, including the Host Club."
"I didn't get much sleep…I only got a few hours' worth," Kyoya groggily muttered while rubbing his eyes.
Kyoya, however, knew this wasn't the case. He could function well with two hours of sleep, but it wasn't sleep deprivation. It was her.
Camille.
He couldn't fall asleep, however, it was because he was thinking about her.
"I feel like I was a jerk last night," Kyoya whispered and Tamaki looked up.
"What was that?" The blonde confusedly asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all, Tamaki. Go back to the worksheet. Excuse me, but when is our next day of business?" Kyoya asked the "King."
"This Friday. Why?" Tamaki asked right when the bell rang for lunch.
"No reason," Kyoya said over his shoulder as he grabbed his things and left the room. Tamaki saw a Hawaii travel magazine on his friend's desk.
"Hey," Tamaki said absentmindedly, only to see that he was gone. The classroom air conditioner let out a gust of air and the first page of the guide opened up to a hula dancer concert, igniting Tamaki's imagination.