Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.

Author's Notes: Yeah, I've been in a Kyouya/Haruhi mood.

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Rain upon the windows brought her about, though hazily. The cool outside was negated by the warm body pressing against her sleepily. Haruhi's eyes went wide as she remembered who she was sleeping next to, but didn't dare move. She had heard many stories from the others about waking Kyouya. It was not the smartest move. She didn't have much desire to more either. The cold made her body ache and his warmth was comforting. She closed her eyes again, trying to ignore the pain in her chest, throbbing in time with her heart.

Within the hour, he eventually stirred, his head swirling and not even attempting to sit up. When the world became a bit clearer, he looked down at the body that was laying in his embrace and remembered everything. Guilt made a bitter taste on his lips, but neither moved. They both just listened to the rain outside, listened to one another breathe.

"I should get you home." He finally managed to say, sitting up. She simply nodded and sat up on the opposite side of the bed. They didn't move, just sat there staring at the floor.

"Kyouya-sempai? How did we...?" She asked, but couldn't complete her sentence. Kyouya sighed softly and slipped on a shirt, keeping his eyes averted.

"I...do not know."

All at once, he felt hands at his waist and turned, her face buried in his shirt. His hands automatically went to her shoulders as she clung. He was unsure of what to do.

"Was this right?" She asked, looking up at him in utter confusion.

Kyouya looked down as his embrace on Haruhi tightened, taking in a deep breath, trying to find words. He could only find one as he held her.

"Yes."