Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, but I think I had a dream about the Host Club once.

Haruhi’s hair was rumpled. The fangirls whispered about it as she walked into the school, and the twins insisted on fixing it the second they laid eyes on her.

“Doesn’t your father usually bar the door if you haven’t fixed your hair in the morning?” Kaoru asked, arms crossed.

“He decided it was cute,” she answered with a frown.

“Why didn’t you make the effort to fix it?” Hikaru echoed his brother’s tone and pose, leaning against him.

“I... was distracted.”

““By what?””

“A dream I had this morning,” she answered, but would have none of their questioning through the day until well after the Host Club was closed.

By then, there was a contest going on to guess Haruhi’s dream. Tamaki was distracted through the entirety of the club hour, trying to come up with a theory at the twins’ promise of the prize for the victor: starring in Haruhi’s next dream.

Finally the twins pestered her to exhaustion, and she sat down with an avid audience to explain her dream. Tamaki reveled in her blush, sure that the dream had been about him. Kyoya pushed his glasses up and pointed out that if it had, she wouldn’t have been sharing it with them.

“I... I was standing in a field. All of you were there-” Here she was interrupted by the twins heckling Tamaki, and was helped in silencing them by Kyoya, “We were on opposite sides of the field, all of you were lined up in a row, and we... well, we started running toward each other, like in those movies when lovers run into each other’s arms.” A loud interjection by Tamaki cut her off at this point, and the twins threw pillows at him to shut him up.

“Tamaki tripped and fell.” Laughter rang through the Third Music room. Even Kyoya laughed. The twins threw some more pillows at their now sulking “Lord.”

“Kyoya fell in a hole,” Haruhi managed to get through to her roaring crowd.

“Like, his ankle in a hole or like a pit trap?”

“I think it was a pit trap,” Haruhi admitted. “Hikaru and Kaoru were running ahead of you, Sempai,” she sounded apologetic but was smiling at the twins, who were loudly proclaiming their victory.

“But then Hikaru tripped,” at this both of the twins gasped, “and Kaoru-”

“I wouldn’t go, not without you, Hikaru!” Kaoru cried, clinging to his twin.

“Oh, Kaoru!”

Haruhi ignored the fact that there were no fangirls in the room and went on with her story. “So then it was just down to you two.” She indicated the two third years. Kyoya perked up and shoved the twins, who were still clutching at each other, off to the side.

“Hani-sempai, you... kind of just wandered off. I think you said something about Usa-chan but I can’t be sure.”

“So... the one who was left, whose arms you jumped into... was Mori-sempai?”

Haruhi’s blazing face and avoidant gaze was enough of an answer for Tamaki, and the twins were off on a tangent about Tamaki the loser, and he chased them across the room.

“Well,” Kyoya said, standing and giving his glasses a shove on his nose. “All I can say is: you have to walk carefully at the beginning of love. The running across the field into your lover’s arms must come later, when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.”

Hani was happily eating cake while Tamaki continued to chase the twins about and Kyoya dug around in his ever-present notebook. Haruhi cast a glance at her dream’s decision, and when their eyes met it sent both of them blushing.

“By the way, Haruhi,” Kyoya said, apparently finding the object of his desires, “the next time you have a dream like this, here’s the number of a skilled psychiatrist.”