Ethereal Passion [OHSHC x Reader]

Prologue

"Excuse me, Kyoya." It seemed almost comical, the way the young man stopped in his own footsteps and slowly turned.

"Yes, chairman?" His voice was sugary sweet and monotone at the same time. It was the kind of voice that could either woo you into romance or play at your very last nerve.

"You're aware of the new student, am I correct?"

"Well, you must be more specific, chairman." Kyoya stacked a few loose papers, acting far too casual to be talking to the head of a high class academy.

"The new young lady, ______ _Last Name_." Kyoya's eyebrows raised only slightly at this. Her name did in fact catch his interest. "Mm... Yes, in fact I am aware. Why?" Yuzuru paused for a moment before continuing.

"As you know, Kyoya, she comes from The Republic of Roiyariti, an island west of Kuchinoerabu. Do you know what importance she holds on that island?"

"... No, chairman. I am afraid I do not," Kyoya mumbled, almost ashamed.

"That's good to hear. I recommend it stay that way." Yuzuru stood up from his seat, facing the second year Ootori

"I understand, chairman."

"That's not all," Yuzuru started. "I have assigned you the role of showing her around the campus." Kyoya had to suppress a sigh. Escorting a spoiled rich girl around was not on the top of his bucket list. "Why me, chairman? Is it because I'm a host? And if so, why not your son, Tamaki?"

"Such the questionnaire, you are. I recommended you specifically because I am intelligent enough to know that my son will do nothing but try and charm Miss ______. You, on the other hand, I am sure you will get the job done. Consider this a privilege, Mr. Kyoya." Yuzuru decided to leave out the part explaining how Yoshio had specifically requested his son to this particular job.

"It would be my honor, chairman." Kyoya bowed politely before taking his leave.

Kyoya was scowling on the inside. He wanted to lash out and growl at anyone who so much as glanced his way.

There he was, standing in the early winter cold, waiting for a girl who was either snooty and bossy, or alternatively dimwitted and prissy, to arrive at the front gates of the academy. He had been there for a good ten minutes, but boy did it feel like an eternity.

"Welcome, Miss ______, to Ouran." A man who looked to be in his mid thirties dressed in a sharp black vest, a white undershirt, and to top it off a black bow tie opened the door for who Kyoya assumed to be the infamous ______.

"Thank you, Kenyo." A dark gray book bag was thrown out of the car. 'Kenyo' looked surprised and barely missed the bag being thrown on his own two feet. "Uh... Sorry. I didn't think It'd go that far." Two legs, partially covered by the school's yellow uniform assigned to females, followed by a full body shimmied its way out of the vehicle. Kyoya studied the girl's featured with narrowed eyes. She looked young, healthy. There was almost a glow to her.

"Whoa..." ______ stared absentmindedly at the school in front of her. She picked her back up off of the ground after ogling in the presence of the academy. It took her a while. but eventually she locked eyes with Kyoya whose sour expression disappeared once she did so.

"Hello, Miss ______. Its a pleasure to meet you. I'm-"

"Kyoya Ootori, I assume? Mr. Suoh told me about you. Its my pleasure, trust me. I am grateful that you gave up time from your education to show me around!" She approached him with a smile, holding her hand out to greet him in the form of a handshake. Almost taken aback by per visible peppiness, he took it firmly and shook it once. "You are very welcome." He released her hand. It was much smaller than his, he noted. "Now, if you don't mind, I wouldn't recommend wasting any more time with formal greetings." His smile was very contradicting from his tone which held nothing but ice and harsh demeanor.