The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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         "And what does that mean?" The twins asked, planning to use their new phrase when ever they could.

         "It means 'We're both smiling idiots'." (Y/N) translated, laughing in her chair as the two protested in jest. Kyoya smiled at the girl's cleverness, watching as her usually guarded personality started to show itself more and more. His attention was torn from her as he heard a large crack from behind the couch the twins and Haruhi were sitting on. Reaching behind it, he found a small cupboard, prettily stained to look like mahogany, though the lighter colored corners gave it away as a fake.

         "What is this?" He asked, hearing small clatters as he picked it up.

         "Oh that? It's just a collection of things..." (Y/N) stated simply.

         "Would you mind if I opened it?" Kyoya asked politely.

(Y/N) shrugged, "You all will find a way to open it without my consent anyway."

Though this was true, the group took slight offense anyway.

     Opening the now broken door, Kyoya revealed tags from the months the American had been at Ouron Academy. All had small rubber bands around them, and a tag of there own, raping around each bushel. On these paper tags were dates, going as far back as the third week of school. Some had special tags, marking them as 'from work'.

         "You do like to organize, don't you?" Kyoya sighed, ignoring the group's pleads to take a look in the tiny cupboard. (Y/N) nodded slowly, a sad smile on her face as she looked to the floor.

He closed the door, making sure not to brake it further. Everyone started to protest at not being allowed to see what was inside, except Haruhi and Mori of course. Kyoya ignored them though, and placed the broken box on the table, setting the bags aside so that the rest of what was inside them wouldn't be crushed.

         "There's over 1,000 in there." He stated.

         "Over 3,000 actually... 3,679 to be exact."

Only Haruhi seemed to understand as she went and put a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. Smiling a bit, the American sighed, and sat up.

         "How about we go out for ice cream? I know a wonderful place that's a good walk from here! There's a crepery not to far off from it either if you'd rather have that!"

The idea sounding wonderful, five of seven quickly got up and started for the front door.

         "I'll help you pay." Haruhi offered, allowing (Y/N) to stand.

         "No need, I have plenty between what my parents send me and what I earn from work."

         "You never said where it was you work." Kyoya noted.

Shrugging, (Y/N) grabbed her bag from the hook she set it on earlier.

         "I stock a beauty salon. It's well known, though I can't seem to pronounce the name correctly, no matter how many times I practice."

With that, they were off for ice cream and crepes.

//~\\

     It took a good few minutes to get there, but it felt like a couple seconds to the group of teens as they laughed away. Well, most of them anyway.

         "(Y/N) you're such a killjoy!"

Hikaru stated as he jumped down from the brick wall, the red clay crumbling as he landed.

         "Sorry for not wanting to be blamed for your own stupidity." She countered, "but if you fell I know for a fact you'd blame me for the ground being harder then your head."

Karou laughed, knowing it to be true.

         "Karou! You're supposed to be on my side!"

The smiling twin just kept laughing as they neared the ice cream shop, the cold air rushing at them as the door was opened.

     Upon walking in, small tables with brightly colored chairs dotted the sitting area, there really was no theme except 'happiness and light' as the team slowly went to the colder area where the ice cream could be seen in tubs from the window. A plump old women came in from the back room, greying hair in a messy bun covered by a hair net.

         "(Y/N)! It's so nice to see you again! Who are these fine young men?"

         "Hello Mrs. Jackson, these are my friends from Ouron, this is Haruhi,"

         "Hello."

         "The twins Hikarou and Karou."

         "Pleasure," They said in unison.

         "Kyoya,"

         "Nice to meet you."

         "These two are Hunny and Mori."

The blonde waved from a top the taller boy's shoulders as he nodded.

         "And this is Tamaki."

         "Wait... why am I introduced last?"

Mrs. Jackson laughed as the taller blonde pointed at himself pitifully, (Y/N) rolling her eyes as she smiled her apology to the woman.

         "It's nice to meet you all, and as first time guests, you all get to pick any ice cream you like for only 25 cents per scoop."

The group behind (Y/N) marveled at this development, instantly starting to choose between what they want and how much.

     The American payed for the order, and they all left with their cones, all except Kyoya, who asked for a crepe rather than ice cream.

         "Isn't Jackson an American last name?" Kyoya asked as he ordered his crepe.

         "Why yes, Mrs. Jackson married Mr. Jackson, who expanded his ice cream shop to Japan from Texas, the one in Texas is being run by his brother currently."

         "You do quite a bit of research."

         "That's not research," She shook her head, "That's getting to know her, and becoming friends."

     The crepe was soon finished and (Y/N) once again paid for the order, the two making their way to the rest of the group. The 8 of them sat together under a large tree, the branches just low enough for Hunny to climb onto and sit on, with Mori's help of course. A white, rounded bench kept them in the shade as they all ate.

         "Why didn't you get anything (Y/N)?" Hunny asked around his bite of strawberry ice cream, curious.

         "Well, I've lost my taste for sweet things... I'm not that hungry anyway."

As if to betray her, (Y/N)'s stomach growled, softly, but loud enough for others to hear. She blushed a lite pink as she covered her face.

         "I think your stomach disagrees." Kyoya commented, "Crepes are more than just sweets you know."

         "Yes... well... I'm fine, don't worry about me. Let's just enjoy ourselves," She smiled, "It's nice to relax for once." 

(Hope I'm doing good so far! Thanks for reading!)