A/N: This one is really short compared to the other, but I really wanted this to be its own chapter. It's summer which means that I have free time and will actually have time to work on updating this. I'm sorry it's so long between updates. I just wanted to thank you guys again for the kind reviews.

As he walked out the door towards his limo, Tamaki gave Lucky a look that roughly translated to "don't screw this up". The blonde girl tried to keep her breaths even, it wasn't working.

"So now that the idiot is gone, what do you want to do?" Kyoya looked Lucky over when she didn't answer him. He did not expect her to be avoiding his eyes and curling into herself. "Clover? What's wrong Darling?"

"Nothing!" She managed to squeak out, "Just, just give me a minute."

She was quick to barricade herself in the bathroom, why is this so hard? She shouldn't be panicking. Even if he doesn't like her, he'll be nice about it. She knows him. She loves him. She can't breathe.

She jumps when she hears Kyoya gently knock on the door, "Clover, I don't know what's going on in your head, but I want to help. I can't help if I don't know what's going on."

The blonde looks at the door and works on remembering to breathe, "Can we talk like this?"

She hears what she knows is her Raven haired crush moving to sit against the door, "Of course we can."

There is a long pause where Kyoya debates speaking up again before Lucky blurts out, "I love you. And not the friendship love that I always shower you and Tamaki in. I have a crush on you, and want to go on dates with you. But, but I don't want to ruin our friendship."

… There's a pause.

"Can you open the door?" She eventually hears a gentle voice ask.

The lock clicks and Kyoya knows that's the only response he's going to get. He takes a moment to calm his thoughts, his long time friend and crush just had a panic attack and confessed to him through a bathroom door. And he, he was not good at things like this, even with her, especially with her.

He slowly opens the door and sees a red faced Lucky sitting against the wall and trying to regain her composure. He sits next to her, careful not to touch her and says the only thing he can think of that might lighten the mood, "You know, considering we're in the host club I can't help but think both of us should be better at confessions."

He watches as she lets out a weak chuckle and cowers away from his gaze, "Yeah, I guess I should be, I'm sorry I-" he watches as she connects all of what he just said and she meekly meets his eyes, "-did you say both of us?"

He gave her a gentle smile and intertwined one of his hands with hers. Nodding, he leans his head against the wall behind him and closes his eyes, "I think I've been in love with you for a while, I just didn't realize it until I thought Reo asked you to the dance."

"Oh," Lucky leaned her head so it rested on his shoulder, "What do we do now?"

The black haired boy glanced down at the insecure girl next to him, he turned slightly so he could run his free hand through her hair, "Can I kiss you?"

Lucky met his eyes, nodded, and then leaned up to kiss him. She wouldn't describe the kiss as one of those magical kisses in every teenage romance movie, sitting on the floor in the bathroom doesn't exactly make for a magical kiss. However, she would describe it as gentle and loving, it was obvious to her that they were both treading lightly to ensure the other was comfortable. She was grateful.

When they pulled away Lucky felt shy. Yes they've been friends for forever, but this? This was new and she was insecure. She felt Kyoya's hand against her cheek and heard his voice say, "Was that okay?"

She once again nodded in response, "Do you, uh, want to get off the floor?"

They wordlessly walked up to her room, grateful that they had already cleaned up the living room. Once they were there they ended up curled up in her bed, "Where do we go from here?" Lucky asked breaking the fragile silence.

"What do you mean?" The boy playing with her hair asked.

"I mean, like, are we a couple? I know relationships aren't great for the host club…" she commented gently.

Kyoya gave her what most would say was an uncharacteristically soft look, "I don't particularly care about the implications of our relationship on the host club. I would like to be in a relationship."

"Me too." The blonde wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. They stayed that way until Kyoya recieved a text telling him that his driver was there. Lucky walked him to the door and hesitated before giving him a light kiss goodbye. He promised to text her when he got home.

The girl was startled out of her thoughts when her father squealed, "What was that?!"

She looked down at her feet as her face heated up, "I didn't know you were there."

Her mother gave her a knowing look, "It took you long enough, Bug. We had a feeling you two would get together at some point."

Lucky looked between her mom and dad, "It's a recent development, but I need to go and call Tamaki, he'll want all the details."

"So do we!" Sora chirped out.

"Not unless you want to tell us we don't, go ahead," Yui watched her daughter retreat upstairs with a soft look in her eyes. She was growing up.