Once Haruhi was settled into the lavish apartment, she offered to make herself and Kyoya some tea. He admired her from the living room couch that led into the very open kitchen. Haruhi couldn't help but feel Kyoya's eyes on her. She really couldn't tell if it made her nervous or aroused. There was always something about him that she liked. When he was behind the scenes planning and keeping notes, Haruhi couldn't help getting lost in reading him. He has admitted that she's one of the few who could, besides Tamaki. There was also something very protective about him. Although he's not overtly aggressive, she would always feel secure when standing next to him in the music room. The tea was ready, and she soon joined him on the sectional to catch up. "It may be good to be alone, but it's also nice to be with a good friend", she thought. They chatted for a of couple hours over tea. Kyoya has really changed in the year that Haruhi last seen him. He's still mysterious, but he's also a lot more open and relaxed. Haruhi enjoyed this. She enjoyed it...a lot. "Am I starting to crush on Kyoya? Even though we haven't spoken for a year?!" she thought to herself. It can't be. Maybe...well maybe she's just appreciative to have somebody looking out for her. Kyoya noticed that Haruhi started blushing. This turned him on out of nowhere. He decided to test this a little. "Haruhi", he said calmly, "Why don't you come sit over hear, closer to me. I can't seem to hear you from all the way over there" She scooted closer, nervously. She could feel her face getting warmer the closer she got to him. He positioned his crossed legs in her direction, looking at her seductively yet intently. Haruhi couldn't help but to get caught in his stare. She was like a deer in the headlights of Kyoya's mystery.
Kyoya knew he definitely had feelings for Haruhi, but he didn't want to rush anything. Except, in this moment he really wanted to touch her. When she got closer he could sense her nervousness. "Are you ok, Haruhi? You seem a bit on edge." "No...No. I'm ok Kyoya-senpai. I mean Kyoya", she laughed nervously, looking away from him. Damn, why is she acting this way? She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, and then another hand on the other. Kyoya started to massage her shoulders. "Really Haruhi, you need to relax." Kyoya said with an undertone of seduction. Haruhi melted under his nimble and experienced fingers. She was surprised that Kyoya was being so forward. She couldn't tell whether or not he had feelings for her or if he was just putting on his former Host Club charm. Once she was relaxed, he stopped and cleared his throat. "I really should be getting home. It's getting late, and you need rest", Kyoya lectured in his professional voice. This definitely confused her. One minute he's massaging her, and the next he's getting ready to leave. Haruhi gets up to walk him to the door, but before he opens the door he swiftly turns around. Kyoya looked Haruhi in the eyes. He gently touched her chin to lift her head and whispers "Sweet dreams", making her crave for him to kiss her. He lightly places a peck on her forehead and exits the loft.
Haruhi laid in the king sized bed, sorting out what the hell just happened. "Kyoya's definitely different" she thought, "But what was that feeling I got? Did I really want him to kiss me? Do I have feelings for him? What would the other guys think?" This racked her brain for an hour. At this point, there was definitely not going to be sleep in her near future. She rolled over and hugged her super plush pillow. The loft was big and really quiet. Haruhi wished there was somebody there to keep her company. She shifted and grabbed her phone, staring at Kyoya's number. There's no way in hell she'd call him. What would she say? With a long sigh, she plopped her phone onto the floor with her arm hanging off the edge of the bed. As she felt herself starting to doze, there was a knock on the front door. Jolting up from the bed, she was apprehensive about answering the door. Especially since there would be nobody there to help her in case it was a killer. Haruhi chuckled at the idea, and walked to the door to look through the peep hole. Her breath caught in her throat. It was Kyoya.
Kyoya didn't know what he was doing back at Haruhi's place. One minute he's driving towards his apartment, the next he's knocking on her door. He had no plan…and he was the king of plans! There was a momentary silence after he knocked. He figured she was already in bed, asleep. Kyoya started to turn around as the door slowly opened. "Kyoya? Is everything ok?" Haruhi mewed in a drowsy voice. His face blushed suddenly. Turning around, he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "I heard on the car radio that there was a thunderstorm rolling through from North. I wanted to check on you to make sure you were ok?" Kyoya said with a hint of nervousness. This was partially true. He did hear of the storm, but that's not really why he came back. "Would you like to come in?" Haruhi asked. She surprised herself with this question. The words fell out of her mouth before she could catch them. Kyoya stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. They stand there for a moment in an unnerving, and awkward silence. Suddenly a bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder engulfed the sky. Haruhi jumps and grabs on to Kyoya. He wraps his arms around her to soothe her. He loved how she felt in his arms.
Haruhi could hear his heartbeat speed up. She knows Kyoya isn't scared of lightning and thunder. She looks up at him to see any signs of distress on his face. Kyoya gazed into her eyes as she looks up. He definitely has a way of almost looking into somebody's soul with his murky eyes. Grabbing her chin gently, he places a light peck on her lips. He begins in his professional voice "Haruhi. I hope this isn't too forward. I have a lot of respect for you. I just want you to know that I care about you…as more than a former Host Club member." Haruhi giggles inwardly. If this is his way of admitting his feelings for somebody, then it definitely fits. She laces her fingers in his soft black hair, and kisses him back with more passion. This surprises Kyoya; but silly of him to not think that Haruhi was a young woman with equal sexual desires as any of her male comrades. Another crash of thunder, but Haruhi doesn't jump. She feels safe in Kyoya's embrace. They kiss with intense passion. Haruhi could feel Kyoya's hands firmly caressing her back which sent shivers up her spine. She wanted him so bad right now. They stop to catch their breaths. Haruhi grabs Kyoya's hand and leads him to her bedroom. She doesn't know where this courage came from, but she knew that she didn't want to stop. He sits nervously on the edge of her bed. He can't seem to understand why he's so nervous. He's been with girls before, yet Haruhi was different. He was never in love with those girls.