Disclaimer: No, I don't own Ouran, no matter how much I wish I did.

'Today's the day, today's the day.'

These were the thoughts of a certain blonde haired teenager of the Host Club, as he paced back and forth across the Music Room. He was early today, and no one was there yet. Suoh Tamaki had finally decided to tell her. It was blatantly obvious to everyone but her and, until recently, himself, so he'd just have to tell her.

'Today's the day, today's the day.'

He couldn't wait any longer. He walked out of the room, only to bump into the exact person that had been occupying his thoughts. Haruhi looked at Tamaki, and blinked. "Tamaki-senpai…? You're here early; I never thought I'd see the day."

Tamaki's confidence vanished within the span of those two sentences, and he looked at Haruhi, flustered. He then gave her his usual, goofy grin. "Ah! My precious daughter! I was just coming to…make sure the costumes were delivered! We'll be doing the Desert theme today. I should be off!" He then ran off, passing a certain bespectacled teenager, who's glasses glinted as he pushed them back up to the bridge of his nose.

'…Or maybe not.'

Haruhi watched him go, and blinked confusedly. "But we did the Desert theme two days ago…'

Kyouya smirked slightly, pushing off the wall he was leaning on and starting towards the door of the Host Club. That was the third time this had happened that week.

Some things never change.