A/N: I ended up writing three chapters in one day, but if I posted all of them in one go would just be ruining my fun! ;3 So here you go, my darlings!

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My dad sat on my bed as I raked through my wardrobe. This was the first and only time I would ever curse my androgynous dress style. Knowing Kyoya, I would be expected to wear a dress wherever we went so here I was stressing over the small selection of frocks I owned and wishing I could overcome my stubborn pride and call the twins for help. They were set to inherit a fashion empire after all, I'm sure they could fix me up with something decent on my first proper date in a flash.

"I have never seen you worry about clothing before, what's wrong, sweetie?" Dad sat on the bed looking worried, slowly becoming buried under baggy shirts, sweatshirts and capri pants.

I paused in the assault on my clothes and peered over my shoulder at him. "Promise not to either freak out or laugh?"

"Hmmm… I'll even pinkie promise!" He plucked a sock from the top of his head and dropped it down onto the blanket then held out his pinkie finger for me to grasp. After fulfilling the pinkie promise ritual I took a seat next to him on top of a small pile of dark denim jeans.

"Right. Well, I have a date," I muttered, steeling myself for the inevitable glomping. His arms were around me in a second, swinging me from side to side like a rag doll until I felt dizzy. The squealing in my ear wasn't entirely pleasant either.

"My little girl has a date?!" He pulled away and held me at arm's length with a huge silly grin on his face then returned to crushing me against his chest.

"Yes Dad, now you said you wouldn't freak out!" My attempts to break free were futile so I waited out the storm until he calmed enough to let go and squeal into his hands instead.

"With who?! With who?!"

I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him now but lying to him wasn't an option. "Kyoya-sempai."

"Oh, I'm so proud! He's quite the catch! So handsome and a real brainbox! Much better than that blonde one," he lectured, narrowing his eyes at me at the mention of Tamaki which had me rolling my eyes. This was going pretty much as I had expected it to and I really had to get back to picking something to wear before dinner which wasn't far off now.

"Tamaki-sempai is smart in his own way, Dad," I mumbled as I held a dress up against myself and inspected the look in the mirror. Looking at my reflection just made me want to go back to some comfy jeans, t-shirt and trainers rather than dresses and kitten heels. I really didn't suit them as much as the twins made me to.

"Nothing compared to you or Kyoya though! You need someone that's on your intellectual level," Dad informed me as he silently critiqued the outfit in his head before tossing me a different dress to try.

I flung on the pale pink dress and smoothed it down as I assessed it's suitability in the mirror. It would just have to do. Looked like I was going to have to go through one of the Hitachiin family makeover days and get some new dresses if I was going to date now.

"You look beautiful, Haruhi! Daddy didn't realise you had so few dresses though! We'll have to fix that," he began pondering about boutiques and fabrics while I slipped on some white strappy kitten heels that Hikaru and Kaoru's mother gave me last time I visited. I wobbled for the first few steps but I adapted to the footwear with several laps around the house.

The doorbell went at exactly seven o'clock. Punctual as always, I guess. My Dad scrambled to open the door and greet his favourite host with gusto. Kyoya handled the attention with grace, practise from dealing with Tamaki and hordes of screaming ladies on a daily basis.

The butterflies I felt yesterday returned with a vengeance, especially when I noticed his eyes roaming up and down my choice of attire with a look of acceptance. It made the mad dig through the depths of my wardrobe worth the while.

"Out you go now, Haruhi. Have fun you two! Don't be coming home too late!" My Dad called as he shoved us out the door and tossed my clutch bag over to me. We blinked at the door then turned to each other and brushed off my Dad's enthusiastic way of kicking us out.

The limousine was waiting down on the street, the chauffeur already holding the door open for us. We climbed in and got comfortable before I started to feel awkward. What was I supposed to do? My mind just seemed to go blank of things to say yet was running a mile a minute at the same time. It was the feel of an arm slinging itself around my shoulders and pulling me into the side of a solid chest that I began to calm down again.

"You look beautiful by the way," he whispered into my hair as he laid a kiss on the top of my head. From there everything calmed and started to feel natural. We chatted as the limousine drove through Tokyo towards whatever mystery destination.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going then or not?" I asked as I nuzzled against his side.

He chuckled, "Don't you like the occasional surprise?"

"I take that as a no then," pushing away from him I looked him straight in the eye with an attempt of an intimidating glare "Not even a hint as to what cuisine?"

"Ah, ah, ah. Be patient," he told hold of my chin and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips then grinned.

We drove past what felt like a thousand restaurants as I tried to deduce which would be the most likely option for Kyoya to have picked. He looked thoroughly pleased each time I slumped in the seat from having guessed wrong and gave my shoulder a little squeeze in encouragement. Eventually we pulled into a large gated park. Kyoya took hold of my hand and began to lead me down the pathway that was shadowed by thick branches of overhanging trees. Small hanging lanterns cast faint orange light on the pale brick road beneath us. It was certainly the most romantic setting that I could have thought of and it definitely wasn't something I had expected from Kyoya of all people.

At the end of the pathway was a small lake with a cosy looking but very decent sized log cabin overlooking the water and surrounded by flowers. He held open the door for me as I peered in to see more lanterns dangling from the rafters of the cabin drowning us in the flickering orange light. There were several other couples seated already, each caught up in their own little worlds to notice anyone else joining them. Kyoya spoke to a waiter who led us to the table right beside the floor length windows giving us a perfect view of the lake as ducks floated past without a care in the world.

"I take it that this was definitely a surprise then," he pulled out my seat for me before sitting himself across from me. A small candle was lit in the centre of the table, the flame dancing sensually in contrast to the growing darkness outside the window.

I slipped my fingers in between his and let my thumb rub gentle circles into his hand. "Not even in my imagination, could I have dreamt this up."