The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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     A week passed with no complications. The Host Club was doing well, though there was no doubt it would, and (Y/N) became almost like the Club mascot, next to Hunny anyway.

         "You must come with us to the islands!" The exchange student recognized the girl. She was always there to throw dirt balls at her. She noticed the bits of foreign dirt between the student's fingernails, obviously new, and hadn't been picked out yet.

         "I'm afraid can't... I have important business at home to go through." Though this was not a lie, (Y/N) hated the fake smile plastered on her face.

         "Oh, that's to bad... what kind of business?"

Since they were only walking through the halls, it was hard to find an excuse to leave, especially since they had the next class together.

         "You know... family stuff, and having to live up to expectations... You know what I think I forgot something, I'll be right back."

         "But you never forget anything..."

         "I haven't been feeling very good... my mind's all clouded, I'm just going to check!"

(Y/N) left as fast as propriety would allow.

     Turning a corner, she leaned against the wall, taking a moment to catch her breath after trying her hardest not to be rude to the girl. Though it was fun to act as a rich girl with quirks, it was hard not go around the school in a foul mood because of what many students had done to her. Sliding down, so that she sat on the floor, (Y/N) took deep breathes as she calmed her nerves.

         "Are you feeling alright?"

Looking up, she found Kyoya standing above her.

         "Uh, yeah, just needed a breather..."

         "(Y/N), you're hyperventilating."

Slowly becoming aware of this, the American slowed her breathing to a semi-normal rate. It was good few minutes before Kyoya spoke again.

         "It's the last class of day, so how about you go on home, I'll explain to your teacher that you don't feel well."

         "But I-"

         "If you want I can have any work assigned sent to your house, since it is the weekend I imagine you won't have a desire to coming back until Monday."

He held out a hand for her to take, which she stared at for second or two until accepting the help to get off the floor.

         "Of course, that will be hard to do considering I don't know your address."

A small smile graced his face as Kyoya said this.

         "... Hang on..." Taking out a piece of paper and a pen, (Y/N) wrote a couple things down, and handed it to Kyoya, "I'll take your offer... thank you." She left, denim bag slung over her shoulder.

Kyoya smiled, unraveling the folded paper he was given. In it he found one message:

PERVERT

Sighing, he made a note to ask Haruhi if she could acquire the girl's address.

//~\\

     The team of seven rolled up in the limo, borrowed by the twins from their family garage, and all in were in every-day clothes of some sort. They found that (Y/N) lived in a small apartment building, payed for out of pocket and money sent from her parents in America. Currently, she wasn't home, as said by the owner of the place after being flirted with by Tamaki, much to Haruhi's chagrin.