You absolutely loathed that girl. It had all started a very short while ago. You had simply been standing with your friends in Music Room #3, next to Kyoya, all of you watching Tamaki's continuous attempts to woo the newest addition to the club, Haruhi. A perfectly normal day in the Host Club, really.
That was, until, Haruhi had noticed the petite girl watching the group of you from behind the doorframe. Hikaru and Kaoru went to greet her, and Tamaki, always eager, was not far behind. You furrowed your brows, turning to Kyoya to ask if he knew who she was, until your attention was immediately drawn back to the door.
"No! Don't touch me, you're phony!" The dirty-blonde's shrill voice had rung out, making you flinch. She had proceeded to shower Tamaki in insults, almost bringing him to tears. The unanimous gasp from the host club was followed by the blonde teen throwing himself about dramatically, unable to believe that someone had called him a fake.
You had snickered from behind the hands you clasped to your mouth during all of this chaos, amused that this small female saying all of these things to the Host Club's "prince" seemed to take his ego down a few notches. Your muffled laughs earned you a raised eyebrow from Kyoya, but you continued despite the half-entertained, half-stern look he sent you from over the rims of his glasses.
And so, your chuckles went on until a deep voice spoke up.
"I don't suppose, you are..." The tall, attractive (that kimono somehow made him look even better) male next to you spoke.
"It's you! Kyoya!" The high pitched wail of the girl pierced through the air again. She ran over to where you stood with him, stomping on the collapsed form of Tamaki, and threw herself onto your dark-haired friend.
Who is this chick?! Why is she touching my-I mean, Kyoya?! You fumed, extremely jealous of this girl who now had her arms wrapped around the torso of the surprised male whom you had developed a crush on quite a while ago. Of course you hadn't confessed yet, but still! How dare she!
"Your fiancée?" Hikaru asked.
"Kyoya-senpai?" Kaoru questioned.
This girl, 'Renge Houshakuji, Kyoya's fiancée' your mind repeated her statement mockingly, was apparently betrothed to your crush.
Tamaki was sulking in the corner, upset that his friend hadn't told him, and you were doing no better than the blond, seething on the red loveseat across from the French girl.
The Host Club in its entirety stood behind the couch that Renge sat upon, trying to figure out what had made you so cross and Tamaki so upset. It seemed that they had just turned their attention to you before the girl parallel from you jumped up and began to blather on about how the romance between her and Kyoya was "a story of love at first sight."
Your arms were crossed over the pale yellow skirts of your uniform, and you sneered at the female who rambled on about things that Kyoya had done while with her.
Wait. Flowers? A kitten? These stories she told didn't sound like things that Kyoya would ever associate with in any kind of sentimental way. Although a civil man, Kyoya Ootori was not known for admiring flowers or rescuing injured kittens.
It all clicked when she compared him to the star of "Uki-Doki Memorial", a popular game amongst otakus. You yourself had mistaken him for the character the last time you went shopping and had passed by a game store, seeing the advertisement in the window. You had stopped for a moment, scrutinizing it, before realizing that it wasn't Kyoya and laughing to yourself. It seemed that this girl had really deluded herself into believing this was the real thing.
Yet, there was still the question of her being his fiancée left in the air.
Kyoya didn't deny it when she screeched it out, but was it true? You worried to yourself with the beginnings of tears in your eyes, looking at the dark-haired male in question whose own expression was hidden behind glinting glasses.
As Renge began to frolic around, squealing about how "charming" Kyoya was and how she "can't wait to get married", the man in question spoke again.
"I get it now. You're in love with that character. You're projecting that love onto me, and you've somehow deluded yourself into thinking that we're engaged. I'm assuming this Miyabi character probably wears glasses as well." He ended, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
"So...she made it up...you're not really her fiancé right?" Tamaki's unusually timid voice questioned from behind the couch across from you that Kyoya now sat on.
You perked up, waiting for his answer.
"Well no, I don't remember ever asking for her hand in marriage." His words made both you and Tamaki sigh in relief. "Besides, this is the first time I've ever met the woman."
"Thanks for telling us that in the first place, Kyoya." You deadpanned, glaring at the teen who gave you a smirk. Did he not tell everyone just to get you worked up?
You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, not realizing what Renge was saying until she shrieked out the last words of her rant.
"From now on, I'm going to be the manager of this Host Club!"
You sent Kyoya a disbelieving glance, to notice that Tamaki had already confronted him.
"Renge Houshakuji is the daughter of a very important Ootori family client, so please be polite and try not to offend her alright?" Kyoya's fluid voice informed, the owner of said voice looking pointedly and Tamaki before sending a warning glance in your direction.
Of course. Always something to do with his precious family business. Even though it was clear that the whole Host Club hadn't exactly taken a liking to the girl, they'd all have to be nice to her for the sake of Kyoya.
"Well boys, I can't wait to work with you!" Renge grinned.
You snorted, trying to hide the fact that you weren't very happy with your friend (*cough* crush *cough*), and stood, leaving the room as calmly as you could.
"I'll see you all...later." You stated before opening the door, not noticing the confused glance that a certain bespectacled friend of yours sent your departing form.
It had been a few days since you had gone into Music Room #3, which was unusual as you were usually there every day. You didn't go to be "hosted" per say, but to hang out with your friends when they weren't occupied with squealing (but less annoying than Renge) girls.
That said, you missed your friends. However, their "manager" was much too bothersome for your tastes. Plus, you couldn't stand the way she clung onto Kyoya. He didn't look like he enjoyed the way she grabbed him, but one could never tell with the quiet vice-president of the Host Club. He was anything but an open book. What if...what if he actually liked her?
You had heard earlier from a few excited girls in the library that today the Host Club was going to be filming a movie. Scoffing at the idea, you knew you had to go check it out. If your presumptions of what Renge would want were right, they would be in some kind of forested area to film a dramatic, dark scene.
And right you were, walking over to the side of the sparsely forested area in the back courtyard of Ouran Academy, you found Kyoya and the twins sitting a few metres behind a large, professional-looking camera crew.
"Really you guys? A movie?" You questioned sarcastically.
"(Y/n)!" The twins shouted when they turned to see who had spoken, jumping up to greet you.
"We haven't seen you-" Hikaru started.
"In days!" Kaoru finished for his twin.
"Yeah, yeah..." You mumbled, trying to push the red-heads away from your flustered cheeks, which they were smothering in sloppy kisses.
You thought you saw Kyoya twitch from the side of your vision, but when your eyes flickered to him he was perfectly still, and greeted you with a nod and a short smile before turning around in his fold-out chair.
When you had finally gotten the twins away from your face, you noticed that the very out of character scene which Haruhi, Honey and Mori had been filming had cut. Haruhi and Renge, along with the camera crew, were now nowhere to be seen.
The four of you all turned your heads as a crash sounded from around the corner. Tamaki, who had been standing a ways away from the group of you perked his head up and jogged over.
"What happened Haruhi?!" You heard his call as he disappeared to where the noise had come from.
"We should check out what's happening over there, they might be causing trouble." Kyoya sighed, standing up and brushing past you as he strolled towards the ruckus.
You followed, yet when you and the twins caught up to Kyoya who now stood beside the camera, all you could see was Tamaki and Haruhi kneeling on the ground, the former laughing about something while the latter smiled amicably at him, as Renge began to speak.
"You...you...please tell me you got that, cameraman!" She screeched, turning to the camera crew beside you.
"Yes boss!" The man behind the large piece of equipment confirmed.
"Other than Haruhi's contact falling out, that was an ideal final scene!" The hand Renge held her script with shook violently as she became more worked up. "All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!" You sneered at the last part, before Kyoya moved sharply beside you. What was that in his hand?
The lot of you gasped, turning to realize that Kyoya had smashed the camera lens with a rock. You frowned at him-he was not usually one to cause a scene-but his eyebrows were furrowed and his attention was not on you.
"What'd you do to my camera?!" The poor worker behind the contraption shouted, but the tall man beside you ignored him.
"What? Is something wrong?" Renge pouted and asked in a quiet voice.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "I think you've caused enough trouble around here, Renge, please stop being such a pest." The annoyed tone in his voice told you that he meant no nonsense.
"A pest..." Renge whimpered, devastated, before yelling at him quickly for acting so differently and questioning him. She fell to her knees with tears streaming down her cheeks, Haruhi quick at her side to comfort her.
"That was a bit harsh, don't you think?" You questioned him, feeling pity towards the annoying girl.
Kyoya turned to you, his shining glasses blocking the expression in his eyes.
"She needs to learn her lesson somehow." He replied simply.
"But your opinion matters a lot to Renge." you argued, not sure why you were defending her. "That really hurt her."
"She'll get over it. Along with me." He smirked at that last part, nodding his head towards the previously sobbing French teenager, whose tears had stopped as she stared at Haruhi.
"Sure." You highly doubted that would happen.
Several days later, you stood next to Kyoya back in Music Room # 3.
Flustered girls were scattered about the space, all gushing about the film that Kyoya had, in the end, put on sale. After some editing, of course.
The Host Club members themselves smiled awkwardly, sending hidden glares in the black-haired teen's direction.
"Good day, everyone." A cheerful, less annoying than usual voice greeted. Surprised, you and your friends turned your heads to see a smiling Renge.
"Renge? But I thought you had gone back to France already." Tamaki spoke.
The girl ignored him, and went to stand in front of Haruhi.
"I can't believe I didn't realize this sooner, it was so chivalrous of you to risk your life to protect me. I could feel the love when you lectured me about judging people!"
So that's what they'd been talking about. Explains why Renge looked so confused. You snickered to yourself.
"When you said it was fun to get to know people little by little, you were talking about me!" Renge grabbed Haruhi's hands and brought them closer to her face as she said this dreamily.
"Uh...yeah..." Your brown haired friend replied uncertainly.
Tamaki seemed outraged, most of the others in the room looked very confused, and you snorted from behind Kyoya as Renge dragged your friend out of the room, saying something about how it was time to get to know each other better.
Guess I really didn't have anything to worry about then, she switched her love interest rather quickly... You thought to yourself as you walked to an empty corner of the room, leaning on a pillar.
As if reading your mind, Kyoya appeared beside you and spoke.
"You know, (y/n), you never had anything to worry about with Renge."
Confused, you stood up straight and turned to face him.
"I mean, first off, you're much prettier than her. You're also much easier to be around. I didn't even know her well either. She never stood a chance against you, you realized that right?" He pronounced slowly, making your eyes widen.
"K-Kyoya, I-" You tried, and failed, to stutter out.
"Honestly (y/n), I didn't think you were that naïve. But, I suppose that's one of the things I like about you." He sighed dramatically.
"W-What?!" You sputtered, cheeks redder than a tomato as you tried to comprehend what he was saying.
Kyoya wasn't the playful type, you'd never heard anything like the banter he was spouting out from him before.
"What are you talking abou-" You tried to ask, before a pressure on your mouth cut you off.
The pressure, you found out quickly, was Kyoya's lips upon your own. Your (e/c) eyes widened even more, which you hadn't thought to be possible at the state they were in already. His long fingers snaked around the waist of your canary yellow uniform dress, pushing you gently against the tall pillar behind you as your eyelids finally fluttered closed and you tilted your lips further against his. Your hands travelled up to his hair, where your fingers tangled themselves in smooth black locks as he deepened the kiss.
He pulled away swiftly after a moment (a very enjoyable one, at that) and pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.
"I'll send for you at 7." He said with an uncharacteristically large grin, before he walked away from you, back to your oblivious group of friends who were now poking fun at Tamaki.
Still dumbfounded, you smiled and sighed in defeat.
I'll never understand that guy.