DATE AND TIME: AUGUST 4TH, 11:00 am

POV: Kyoya

I walk to the morning meeting joyfully.

Not that I was usually very joyful about going to meet Tamaki and the others in Host Club.

Or Hikaru.

I grimace at the thought.

I had woken up next to Haruhi and had gotten to watch her sleep for a while.

God, was she beautiful sleeping.

I smile to myself slightly.

"What are you so happy about?" Tamaki asks, grinning back at me.

"Oh, nothing. Can I not be happy?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, of course you can! I rarely ever see you smiling is all." he smiles widely as he says this, his eyes almost sparkling. I give a small smile back, looking down at my clipboard.

"But really, what made you so happy?"

"Nothing!" I raise my voice a little.

"Or is it, who made you happy?" he smiles and slightly pushes my shoulder.

"N-no..." I feel my face heat up.

"Oh! Who is the lucky girl?" he exclaims.

"I-I have to...to go to the bathroom! Excuse me!" I rush away from his questioning and run into the men's restroom.

And run, oh my luck, into Hikaru.

"Er-my apologizes.." I scramble my way out of the bathroom as fast as I had gone in.

"Wait! Kyoya!" Hikaru calls to me, pulling me back in and shutting the door, locking it.

"Hika-"

"Just listen to me for a second!" he shouts, cutting me off. His eyes seemed so determined, it was hard to ignore. I nod.

"Look, I know my confession was kind of sudden, and it threw you off guard, and that's probably why you slapped me..." He holds his cheek. "But, look, I gave you time, right? So, what's your answer?"

I take a deep breath in and sigh.

"Hikaru, I believe my answer to your...love...confession was clear enough last time. Now, honestly, I am finished talking about this. I need to-"

"No!" He pushes me against one of the closed stalls, the back of my head banging against it. Ow.

"Please." he whispers, voice heartbroken. "I know you love Haruhi.." How did he know about that?! "But, please. I don't know what else to do.."

I look at him, confused, head throbbing.

"Wha-"

And then he's kissing me.

Again.

I grunt, and try to push him away, but he holds me back, kissing me violently, eyes squeezed closed. Finally, after what seemed like a long while, he pulls away.

"I love you." he whispers, his face twisted up in what looked like confusion. "I love you." he says again, seeming to be repeating this only to himself. "I love...you...I..."

He releases me, glancing at me once more, and leaves the bathroom.

What the hell just happened?