Disclaimer: Honestly, do I have to keep doing these?
A/N: You know what? I was actually sick of angst. Hard to believe, eh? And well, since it's the end of summer and all, I decided to write a cute little friendship fic about our favorite hosts during the break. Kyouya/Haruhi if you squint.

"Hey Haruhi," Hikaru says, and by his tone of voice she can just tell she won't like what she hears, "why aren't you swimming like the rest of us?"

That is a very good question. Of course, there are a million answers, because she's Haruhi and Haruhi has an answer for just about everything. But instead of replying right away with some blunt (but adorable) statement, she takes a moment to ponder this. It's a hot summer day – hot enough to make your large white shirt stick to your back in an uncomfortable way, but you still refuse to take it off because there is no way I'm wearing that bathing suit, Tamaki! Even the plush orange towel that she's sitting on has become rather warm, much to her disappointment. She had been considering taking a nap, but decided that she'd die of heatstroke while she slept.

If anything, the cool, blue ocean looks incredibly tempting to Haruhi at this moment in time. But she's sure that she'd drown in this ridiculously huge t-shirt of Kyouya's, wait, why is she even wearing his shirt to begin with?

With her trademark sigh of agitation, the small girl pushes her melting strawberry popsicle into Hikaru's line of vision and waves it back and forth. After a short moment of silence and evident confusion on poor Hikaru's part, Haruhi pulls her popsicle back toward her and pops it back into her mouth, ridding it of excess artificial flavoring.

"I'm eating," she says, expressionless.

Now, any self-respecting Hitachiin would have draped themselves around her, whining about how that wasn't an excuse, but the sight of cute little Haruhi with a popsicle stick poking out of her mouth and red juice running down her chin is just too much.

So he dashes off and dives headfirst into the water to cool himself down.

And Haruhi notes absently that he's the third of the hosts to do that today, Tamaki and Kaoru being the first two, of course.

Much to her chagrin, she discovers that her popsicle is gone, so she puts the stick into her bag to throw away later, completely disregarding the fact that there's a trash can near one of those rocks over there.

With nothing left to cool her off, Haruhi becomes frustrated, which she later claims was only because she was hungry, and had nothing to do with the heat whatsoever. The sun is relentless and cruel, and doesn't feel like putting up with cranky little girls complaining about how it was supposed to rain today. So she pulls off Kyouya's shirt and runs to the edge of the water, but doesn't jump in, because Haruhi never jumps into anything without thinking, oh no.

Every host stops what they're doing to stare unabashedly (with the exception of Mori and Kyouya, because Mori is Mori and Kyouya doesn't think it's dignified to gawk, but maybe just a peek) at their favorite commoner while she tests the water with her foot. After contemplating the temperature for a second, and deciding it's infinitely better than the air, she slowly wades in.

It's a beautiful spectacle.

But as she turns around to face them, the boys (young men) spur into action.

The twins swim over to their plaything and praise the wonderful work they did on the suit, even if they're really praising Haruhi.

Hunny suddenly appears in the water next to the classmate trio, clutching Haruhi's arm with one hand, his tube with the other. "Haru-chan looks so cuuuuute!"

Mori is Mori and appears as suddenly as Hunny did, and pats Haruhi affectionately on the head.

Tamaki is wrenched out of his Inner-Mind-Theatre, only to find his precious 'daughter' being 'defiled by those nasty doppelgangers', who he promptly attempts to pry away from Haruhi, as a father should.

And Kyouya simply sits there on the beach, notebook in hand, making a mental note that Haruhi will have to return that t-shirt to him later that night.