I never initially meant to write this chapter, but I thought, why the hell not? So here's Dreams and Daydreams, and I hope y'all will enjoy.

Haruhi POV

Study hall wasn't supposed to be an interesting part of the school day. At all. You were supposed to do all your schoolwork and study for tomorrow's work, but of course, when it came to Tama, there was no such thing as 'studying'. I loved him to pieces, but the boy could honestly pick up some sort of activity instead of chatting.

After completing everything that I needed to get done, I found myself staring out the window. The grounds were kind of far below, but that didn't stop me from imagining what they would look like in spring, with the sakura trees in bloom. If Kyoya was there with me, he'd probably say something about the long history of the blooms in Japanese culture, and I would listen as best I could, because I needed to when he spoke.

"So, when are they likely to disappear?" I asked.

"In a week or so. But never fear, the blossoms will be left on the ground for at least a little while." His black notebook was dangling from one hand, a pen clipped onto his back pocket. Kyo looked good in jeans and a t-shirt, but I would never tell him that. His glasses were at the very tip of his nose, and I pushed them back with one finger. Kyo looked surprised that I'd touched him, but then gave a devilish smile and shook his head, causing his glasses to go back. I glared at him, and his smile became more mischievous.

Kyoya carefully removed his glasses, placing them on the ground near the roots of the largest tree. "Now they won't bother you so much, Haruhi. They won't get in our way either."

"Get in the way of what?" I asked cautiously. Kyo slid a hand into my hair and brought my lips to his. This kiss was exceptionally sweet, unlike our last one. He broke away after a few seconds, a blush starting to form on his cheeks. One was probably forming on mine too.

"Sorry," he said. "I've stolen too many kisses."

"You know I don't mind, right?"

He looked me in the eye, cautiously trying to confirm my statement. "So, you don't care that I kiss you?"

"Nope." I really didn't. I found myself liking him more and more as the days passed, and I didn't want anything to happen to the bit of friendship he'd gained with the boys and I. Kyo deserved for someone to care about him, and if he needed someone to project feelings of love onto, I was happy it was me. I was pretty sure he didn't feel anything real for me anyway, so why would it matter?

"Well, I'm still sorry." His eyes looked so sad and dejected. "I'm going inside now."

As he started to walk away, I couldn't help myself from shouting behind him. "Please don't go!" He turned around, but didn't come back. "Please stay here," I said quietly. "I like you and I don't want you to ever leave." His quizzical gaze sent me over to him in annoyance. "Goddammit, why can you not see this? I don't care if you kiss me, because there is no one else I want to kiss but you! Stupid rich boys aren't supposed to worm their way into commoner hearts, life doesn't work that way, but you somehow did the impossible and if you walk away, I will..." Kyoya stopped me with a light kiss.

"I didn't think you felt the same way is all." He hugged me close.

"Haru-chan, why are you staring out the window? There's just snow out there," a voice said. I whipped around to face Tamaki.

"You should be working instead of watching me," I snapped. Tama went into his corner. I wasn't sure whether to hit him or hug him for breaking my Kyo-filled trance.

Nekozawa POV

At 11:00 at night, I finally fell asleep. A nonspecific time passed with no dreams, but when they finally found me, I wanted to laugh.

Tamaki was seated in a café, nursing a large, sugared and creamed coffee. He seemed cheerful as always, but strangely impatient. I stayed where I was for a moment, just watching him think, but eventually he spotted me. "Ume! I didn't know you'd arrived! Come sit with me!"

I sat, but felt a bit awkward without a drink in my hands. Tamaki asked, "So how's your weekend been?"

"The restaurant hasn't been as busy, so I get a bit more free time to spend with friends." A fairly generic response, but Tamaki looked really excited. What on Earth was there to be excited about? Certainly not me.

"I'm a friend?" he asked. I nodded. When I saw him about to get up and jump for joy, I placed my hand on his to keep him from doing it. Tamaki gave a wide-eyed look, but then laced his fingers through mine. I liked the feeling of his hand in mine, and the heat he was transferring onto my normally freezing skin.

"Hey, do you want some of this?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," I answered, grabbing his coffee with my free hand. After taking a sip, I realized the amount of his scent on the cup. "Did you drink a bit before I did?"

"Um," Tamaki said. "Fine, yes I did, please don't be mad."

"It is impossible for me to be mad at you, sweetheart," I mumbled. He looked like he heard. I quickly arranged my expression into my usual calm visage. I had never been indirectly kissed, and wasn't exactly sure how to react.

"You called me sweetheart?" Tamaki was clasping my hand as if it held all the answers. "I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to do anything, this isn't..." I paused, unsure what to say. "It's alright if you don't feel comfortable with this."

"No, no." He had tears in his eyes. "I just don't want to get this wrong. I don't want to hurt you."

I laughed bitterly. "That's the first time I've ever heard that." We sat there in silence for a few minutes, me taking sips of Tamaki's coffee periodically. When my phone rang with a text from my aunt telling me to come back to the restaurant, I stood up and made for the door, not remembering I still held Tamaki's hand. He followed me outside, and when I reached my car, he wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me. His fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck, but let go after a while.

"I'll be thinking about you," he said, standing on his tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek.

I woke up at 5:26 with the feeling of his lips grazing my skin.

Kyoya POV

I typed for several minutes without stopping, ignoring Tamaki and Haruhi's protests, as it was lunchtime, and they believed I should eat. Now, I thought this was ridiculous; I had gotten plenty of food two days ago. Yoshikawa wasn't any closer to being hacked, unfortunately. My family stayed bankrupt unless I kept going, so I kept at it.

Lunch was almost over when I felt a hard surface meet my face, throwing me into a strange world. In it, all the students were frozen except me, and one other person. Haruhi stood up, waving a hand in front of Tamaki and the twins' faces. I smiled. "I think it's just the two of us."

She looked around for the source of the voice, and finding me, Haruhi grabbed my hand. "What should we do?" she asked, a troublemaking look in her eyes.

"I don't really know about pranks," I answered truthfully.

Haruhi thought for a moment. "I'm not thinking of anything good. But I really want something to make me laugh. Or something fun."

"How about Truth or Dare?" Normally, I would never have said that, but it was just Haruhi.

"That is a marvelous idea. Let's do it in the classroom so when everyone wakes up, it can be private." I stared at her for a second in slight awe, but snapped myself out of it, pulling Haruhi along to Room 2A.

"Alright, first question is to you, Kyoya," she said once we reached the classroom. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I replied, thinking there wasn't anything terrible she could make me do.

"Tell me a secret you've never told anyone."

I let out a long breath. "Promise to not tell people."

"I won't. Scout's honor," she said, switching to English and putting a three-fingered hand up.

"Come closer, so I can whisper it." I heard the nervousness in my voice, and tried to stifle it. Haruhi did what I asked, leaning her small figure on me as she brought her ear close to my lips. "I am in love with you, Haruhi," I said, in the barest whisper of a tone.

Suddenly, I felt time start again. The snow outside began blowing around, and noise echoed through the empty hallways as students finished lunch. I gazed at Haruhi for a moment, asking, "Do you want to say anything?"

She looked at me blankly. "How did we get into the classroom? You still haven't eaten yet, have you? Come on, let's go."

I scrambled to my feet and asked, "Do you remember what happened?"

"What possibly could have happened, Kyoya? This is a school." I banged my head against the doorframe as we left the room. My first confession had gotten completely ignored.

I opened my eyes to an empty cafeteria. Lunch had ended, and no one was around me but...Haruhi. "Hey, you should stop falling asleep in bad places. It worries me." I sat up and gathered my things, following Haruhi out the double doors. I didn't know whether I wanted my confession to be real or not, But I knew one thing. I so badly wanted her to hear it.

All POV

"What have I gotten myself into?"

So, chapter I didn't prewrite. You can probably tell. I didn't put in a Tamaki POV because he has his own little fantasy. I would like to thank everyone for your reviews, they make my crazy recluse mind very happy! Sorry, the next chapter is going suupppeerrr slow, so I might not update for a little while. Adios!