A short fic written for the mundane challenge on Shine. I decided to take the prompts and string them together into a short series. This one contains eight of the thirteen prompts: Writing, Laughing, Sleeping, Talking, Running, Fighting, Whispering, and Walking.

Not checked over, nor beta'd, due to lack of time. (due to procrastination.)

I hope you enjoy... OTL

Dear Diary,

Kyouya smiled at me today! It wasn't an overly nice smile – scary, actually – but it was a smile all the same! It filled me with joy. One of Kyouya's rare smiles, a smile from his heart. Whether the heart-filled smile was murderous or not, the fact that it was directed at me was enough to make my day.

Dear Diary,

The Host Club was decorated as a tropical paradise today. I bet it was Kyouya's idea. I mean, sure, I was the one who suggested it, but a guy doesn't just find a photo book of Bali on his desk for no reason.

Kyouya's always coming up with wonderful plans, and letting me take the glory. He's so kind... 333

Dear Diary,

You wouldn't believe the look Kyouya gave me on the way to Biology class today! A look of mild annoyance, but so sexy all the same.

And he hit me, while mumbling something about shameless blond idiots. I think I have a new appreciation of his notebook, now.

I don't think I ever want the bump on my head to go away. 3

Dear Diary,

Today, I found an old handkerchief Kyouya had used! I remember picking it up after he dropped it on the way out of the Third Music Room a few weeks ago. It still looks brand new! I found it under a pile of my books. I can't believe I took such bad care of it! I wish Kyouya would find out... maybe he could punish me for it...

Tamaki's words trailed off as he finished updating the current day's events. He sighed, tapping his mechanical pencil to his chin and letting his gaze unfocus, drifting off to the familiar image of his classmate's calculating smirk. How he wished Kyouya loved him back.

He was being a complete, despicable fangirl, he knew, but he couldn't stop. Since the day he met him, Tamaki had been getting a special feeling from the dark-haired boy. That cool attitude, the calm, indifferent exterior – Tamaki saw through it all. He knew that, deep down, Kyouya had a much eviller, sadistic side, just waiting to explode on an innocent bystander.

And when that moment came, Tamaki was sure that he would be the one standing closest to the shadow king.