Kyouya remembered the night Tamaki first confessed to him a few days after Haruhi entered their lives.

They were sitting next to each other doing homework, or at least Kyoya was doing homework, when Tamaki suddenly stopped his senseless blabbering and just watched the dark-haired boy. It took Kyoya less than a minute to realize that Tamaki had become silent and seemingly thoughtful. He sighed and took his glasses off. As of late, whenever the blond-haired boy took to simply staring at him, it meant that something was on his mind. When something was on Tamaki's mind, it meant that Kyoya wouldn't be doing his work for awhile.

"What is it?" he asked a little more harshly than he intended.

Tamaki, unfazed by the tone of the question, sighed in return. "It's nothing," he mumbled, edging closer to Kyoya. Though not the least bit tired, he rested his head against the other's shoulder and said nothing more.

Kyoya let his own head drop on top of the blond hair, knowing that sooner or later Tamaki would answer his question properly; he always did. Kyoya watched strands of the light hair sway back and forth with each breath he took for awhile until exhaustion from the lack of sleep the night before caught up with him and he let his eyes close.

Tamaki smiled as he felt his friend's breathing slow down. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Tamaki reached over and took one of Kyoya's soft hands with his own. Kyoya can't say he was surprised when their fingers intertwined together for the first time. He already knew how the normally idiotic man felt (he had known for awhile) and he didn't mind it. However, he was shocked when Tamaki opened his mouth, said very quietly, "I think I love you, Kyoya," and pressed his pink lips gently against Kyoya's hand just to make sure the ebony-hared boy got the message correctly.

Dark brown eyes widened slightly as he slowly took his hand back and shifted so that he could properly see Tamaki. He cringed mentally when he saw the pained violet eyes staring back at him. An unasked question hung onto the broken-hearted boy's lips. Before attempting to answer it, Kyoya took the taller man into his arms, a very rare gesture from him, and smiled slightly as the blond clung onto him with confusion.

"Tamaki," Kyoya whispered after a long pause. "Not yet, you don't." As the words tumbled out, he knew they were the wrong ones. He sighed and tried again. "What I mean is, you're wrong." Though crude, he meant what he said. "You'll see, Tamaki, that you love someone else more than you think you love me." In his mind, Kyoya already knew it would be the brown-haired girl that just joined their club.

Tamaki, on the other hand, was certain his friend was wrong, but he didn't argue against him. Instead, he snuggled closer and pressed his ear against the fabric covering Kyoya's heart. As Kyoya started to take his arms away, Tamaki muttered a desperate "please" and Kyoya gave in, letting the light-haired boy listen to his heart beat until he finally fell asleep with silent tears staining his face.