Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Mother Knows Best

"I'm just saying, objectively the pink lingerie would look really good on her."

"Really? I think the blue set would be cute. They match her eyes."

"What about the one with black lace? Look at the stockings!"

"Hmmm, maybe we should just get all three?"

"If you two perverts could stop talking like I'm not right here listening, that would be nice," Kyoko deadpanned, her face bright red, which probably looked very awkward since she was standing in front of the meat section of the supermarket. She quickly walked away. "Where even are you two?"

"We went shopping and found a lingerie shop," She heard Hikaru reply cheefully through the speakers of her phone. There was a rustle of fabric, and she could almost see the grin on his face as he held up whatever it was he had found. "How do you feel about corsets?"

Kyoko choked on nothing, and ignored the wary look one another shopper's face. Why were they even looking at lingerie in the first place?! As far as she knew, guys usually only looked at sexy clothes and underwear for one reason and one reason alone.

Her face exploded with colour, and she shook her head frantically even though they couldn't see her. "No! Stop looking at that stuff!" There was a long, drawn out whine of disappointment, and she could almost see the pout on his face. "I mean it!" She insisted, grabbing a few cans of soup from the store shelf without looking at them.

"Fine," she heard Hikaru sigh, and then his voice came through quieter as though he'd pulled the phone away from his face. "Kaoru, she said no!"

There was a muffled whine of disappointment from elsewhere in the shop, and then words in French. Kyoko wondered if they'd gotten a private showroom. She honestly wouldn't put it past them, and she was suddenly glad she'd turned down their invitation to go with them. Logically, she knew the twins would never pressure her into something she was genuinely uncomfortable doing, but Kyoko was wary of just how far she'd go for the two of them.

"If we can't get you lingerie," Kaoru said through the phone as they left the store. "Then what do you want as a present?"

"I've told you, you don't have to get me anything," Kyoko sighed, but she couldn't stop the smile curving her lips. "I'm fine with anything, even chocolates." The saleswoman at the counter shot her a knowing smile as she counted out her purchases, and Kyoko blushed and busied herself counting out the money uncle Ryouji had given her for groceries.

Hikaru sighed in the background, and she heard muttering. "Hikaru said you're really easy to please," Kaoru told her, sounding amused.

"Am I?" She rolled her eyes as she collected the fabric bag she'd brought along to carry the grocery bags, and passed the money over the counter. "Just because I don't want fancy things? I feel like you're the ones that are easy to please."

"Aw, we love you too." She shivered at the words, exiting the store with a smile that she had to fight to bite back. The twins had never been shy about voicing their affection for her, but she still wasn't used to using those three magic words. They made her squirm and grin stupidly. Through the phone, she heard voices speaking in rapid French, and then Kaoru huffed. "We have to go. Mom is meeting a fellow business partner for dinner and she wants us to be there."

"Oh, okay," she kept forgetting that the time difference between Japan and France was quite large. "Bye!"

"Bye!" Kyoko pulled the phone from her ear when she heard the click and smiled at the screen that told her that they'd been talking for over half an hour. She then winced, wondering how much their must have cost.