A KyouyaXHaruhi Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club




Mother in heaven. Haruhi sighed inwardly.

Why wouldn't she?

She was in the third music room, her fellow host club members already left half an hour ago, facing the low blood shadow king who was peacefully sleeping on the couch.

Unfortunately, the dubious task of waking the handsome devil-in-disguise unceremoniously fell, to her horror, on her lap as her sempais manage to came up with various excuses to avoid the seemingly impossible duty.

What should I do?

Haruhi was pretty much aware of the, er, negative repercussions of pulling the said young man out of his slumber. She was twisting and re-twisting the gears of her brain, trying to find a solution.

She scooted over him, looking at his sleeping figure more closely.

His eyes were fully closed, his eyebrows were relaxed, his lips were a little bit parted and his chest was rising up and down in a slow steady pace. His dark hair was a bit messy and partially covering his handsome features.

She had the sudden urge to pull it away and clear his face.


Haruhi violently shook her head. She must be really hungry that weird things came popping out of her head.

She looked back at him.

Really, if he would just show this innocent (and pure, in her opinion) side of him to public, he might be more agreeable. Why must helping others without expecting anything in return be difficult for him? This merit-thing, how can it be so important?



It was getting late, and she still had to wake him up.

"Kyouya-sempai..." she said tapping him in the shoulder.

He didn't budge.

"Wake up." *poke* *poke*

No answer.

Oh come on. Looks like tapping and poking him was not going to work. Haruhi groaned inwardly. If he's not going to budge with that technique, she had to use a new set of force.

He's asking for it.


She'll just apologize to him later. (A/N: lol)

"Kyouya-sempai!" she said a little bit louder than normal.

Whatever. Just do it already! She thought.

She violently shook his shoulder and shouted:


Haruhi suddenly found herself being pulled into a perfectly chiseled chest and a pair of strong arms suddenly surrounded her.

"Ha-ru-hi." he purred, liking how the three syllables rolled off his tongue.

"K-Kyouya-sempai..." Haruhi flushed. His face was merely a few inches away from her own. She could even smell his sweet breath, something akin to watermelon. "W-What..?"

"You really don't know how to wake up a man, do you?" his lips curved into a cocky smirk.

"B-But you weren't waking up..." Haruhi reasoned out.

"That's not how to do it, Haruhi."

"How, then?" Haruhi challenged.

He suddenly switched their position, flipping himself over so that he was now on top of her.

"Let me show you." he whispered seductively, lowering his head to capture her lips.