A/N: Two chapters in one day? I must be spoiling you.

Enjoy!~

We walked in companionable silence until the end of the corridor. There was no sign of any of the other host club members trying to follow us like I'd expected they would, so I relaxed my hold on Haruhi's arm by a fraction.

"Uh, what was all that about, Honey-sempai?" We came to a stop by one of the many huge plane glass windows that lined the wall. She let her fingers traced the window sill and turned her chocolate doe eyes to meet mine. Being the centre of her attention almost made me want to melt.

"I don't know what you mean." I unconsciously began playing with the hem of my blazer, twisting the fabric around my finger then smoothing it back out.

She didn't look convinced by my answer and her features only showed more concern. "I mean that you didn't tackle me with a hug as soon as I walked in the door. And we just left without Mori-sempai. Did you two fall out over the weekend?"

"No, Takashi was away all weekend. I spent the weekend with Chika at home," I answered with a sigh. She smiled crookedly back at me with a light giggle.

"I'm sure that would be enough to put you in a bad mood, I guess."

I squinted my eyes at her and resisted the urge not to pout. "Haruhi, I'm not in a bad mood!"

"And that's the first time you've ever called me by my proper name," she deadpanned, pointing a finger at me lazily.

I crossed my arms over my chest, careful not to look too stroppy. "So? Nobody calls me by my proper name other than Takashi."

"I thought you liked being called Honey-sempai," she muttered, looking perplexed.

Beginning to relax, I started shuffling down the corridor again towards her classroom. She was by my side within seconds, staring me down as she waited for my answer. "I did. But how can I expect to go into university and still walk about getting called Honey and be taken seriously? I might look cute but I'm still a Haninozuka underneath all of that."

Her concern melted away into a melancholy look. Our arms linked again as we wandered. "I get it. I'm gonna miss you when you leave Ouran Academy, Honey- I mean, Mitsukuni-sempai."

"I won't be that far away. I've already gotten into Ouran's university. It's only a couple of miles away from here." I didn't let surprise show on my face when she used my first name. It was tempting to tell her to drop the sempai while she was at it. We had been friends for almost a year, I'm sure we were on good enough terms to drop the honorifics by now.

"But you won't be a host any more. Doesn't that bother you? I mean, Kyoya-sempai can't be too happy about that. You and Mori-sempai bring in a decent amount of revenue for the club right?" She tapped a finger to her chin as income estimates ran through her head, a total look of concentration shining on her face.

I shrugged it off, but the thought had crossed my mind. "All of us will be leaving the host club sooner or later. I'm sure Kyoya has planned replacements for us already."

She stopped dead in her tracks, dragging me to a halt with her. "Replacements? Nobody could replace you both."

"Heh, thanks, Haruhi…" The sincerity of her words made it hard not to blush. My eyes sought out the large ornamental clock on the wall and realised the time. "We're gonna be late for class though."

"Oh man, I can't be late! There's a test this morning. C'mon Mitsukuni-sempai!" Panic took over her as she grabbed my hand in a vice like grip and took off down the corridor. It wasn't hard to keep up with her once I got my footing; she was reasonably slow in comparison to how fast I could run. We dodged any of the stray students that were still wandering the corridors and stairways. Although I almost ran straight into a first year that tried to ask us a question, I was too caught up in the feeling of Haruhi's hand linked with my own. For once I didn't mind having such small hands, because it felt like her fingers fitted between my own perfectly.

As soon as her classroom was in sight, she began to slow down. Her face was red with exertion and she tried to catch her breath. In strong contrast, the short run couldn't even be compared to a warm up for me. I gave her a few seconds before I opened the door for her, for which she gifted me with a grateful smile and a small squeeze of the hand. I hadn't even realised that I'd forgotten to let go and almost yanked my hand away out of embarrassment.

Even after she was safely inside her classroom, I was stuck staring at the door, the blush slowly fading from my blazing cheeks. It wasn't until I heard the clearing of throats behind me that I broke out of the trance like state. Four amber eyes were inspecting me questioningly, arms crossed loosely across their chests, tapping their fingers against their arms in perfect unison.

"Shouldn't you be in class by now, sempai?" Kaoru probed, raising an eyebrow.

Hikaru looked up at the clock over the door. "Yeah, the bell's gonna go any –"

The shrill ring of the bell called out through the corridors signalling the start of class. Both red heads looked like deer in the headlights and scrambled past me into the classroom. "Damn it!"

I gave the closed door one last glance before taking off towards my own class. It wasn't too far away thankfully. Sneaking into class probably wasn't an option now, but hopefully the teacher wouldn't mind too much. I creaked open the door and peered inside. No teacher. The world must be on my side today. I slipped in and quickly took my seat near the front next to Takashi. He narrowed his eyes at me in question but I just smiled in response.