The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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     (Y/N) was arranging the music room to look like a proper tea house. She had done quite a bit of research before hand, and since it was a perfect day, she opened the windows to let in the fresh air, her usual blue jeans and white T-shirt draping over her figure as she danced around, alone in the all but forgotten music room (She had changed before entering). She hummed to herself as she set the peach colored flowers in their vases, having fun as she pretended to be a hostess getting ready for her guests.

         "For me Monsieur?" She held a dusty pink flower delicately between her fingers, "You are to kind." Curtsying, she placed the pretty piece of flora in it's rightful vase, the one Tamaki would have near his seat.

All were tables of three or four, except Tamaki's of course, his was a table for two, considering his habits, and how he works.

     Dancing around, bare foot and humming, (Y/N) found her way into the pantry, where she found everything already in order, and waiting to be eaten or brewed. Knowing the Host Club would want a refresher before starting, she started a pot of coffee in a corner, making sure to avoid the instant coffee that had no flavor. Instead she had brought her own. A lovely little yellow bag was set next to the coffee maker, the brand: Gevalia Kaffe, a traditional roast with a mild flavor. She liked it, and thought the Host club might want a brake from the far to bland and way to strong "commoner's coffee", as they put it.

         "Would you like one lump, or two?" (Y/N) giggled to herself as she set the sugar cubes and creamer next to the already steaming machine.

     Leaving the coffee to wait, and listen, the exchange student found a left over chair, and set it in front of one of the open windows, the farthest from anything, but the closest to her liking. The dusty pinkish-purple drapes fluttered as a light breeze wafted by, her (H/L), (H/C) hair tickling her face as it moved with them. Resting her head on the edge, she found the atmosphere quite relaxing as she dozed off, a small smile on her face. Her short moment of peace was interrupted by the sharp PING of the coffee maker, signaling the coffee to be done. It had finished much sooner than she had anticipated, so (Y/N) decided to have a cup for herself, though she usually only drank coffee in the morning, a habit she had developed during her time at Ouron. While this habit was broken, another habit was continued as she placed one sugar cube, and enough creamer to coat the bottom in the small, (F/C) tea cup, a gold rim around the circumference of it's edge, only filling it half way with the hot, and waiting, dark liquid. Lightly stepping back to her seat, she sat back down, and waited for the Host Club to arrive.

     It didn't take long for her to hear the door open, revealing the first to come to be Kyoya. (Y/N) knew this by how he shut the door, quiet, but loud enough to show that he had entered, and not simply poke his head in. She turned around, in case he wanted to talk, before inspecting her work.

         "I see you had come early." He observed.

         "Yes, well, I knew it would take longer to set up, and since I'm ahead in my classes I thought I would ask to be dismissed early."

         "You're certainly an over achiever."

         "Said the brains of this entire operation."

         "Touche." Kyoya chuckled, and (Y/N) smiled, a soft expression that she had gained back after her run-in with the Host Club.

         "Your color change to Tamaki's vase is a nice touch, it's eye catching but subtle."

         "A simple manipulation," (Y/N) stated, her playfulness gone from earlier, "A fault within a complex pattern, noticeable, but rarely found."

Kyoya nodded as he walked around, finding the cloth to look as if it had just been ironed, and the tea sets matching in their dusty purple, Tamaki's having a small gold edge, another subtle, eye catching fault in the pattern.

         "I see you have reduced our most requested host to a single costumer at a time."

         "Yes, I have noticed that most girls like their time alone with him, so I thought perhaps 'Tamaki Tea Time' could be a one woman show, rather than the three or four that are often seen with the others." (Y/N) explained as she set her tea cup on her lap, back straight, and eyes locked on Kyoya as he moved around. He nodded in response, agreeing with her choice, and though he wouldn't admit it, he found (Y/N)'s title of "Tamaki Tea Time" quite amusing.

         "Is that coffee I smell?"

The American nodded.

         "I thought you all might want a refresher before you started. It's different than the instant coffee you all use, so I placed the bag next to the coffee pot in case you were curious as to what it was."

Indeed, Kyoya was curious, and left to find exactly what kind of coffee could put off such an aroma. He found the small pot ready and waiting for it's next customer, the liquid still hot, creamer and sugar waiting. Interested, the Vice President found himself a small cup, the same (F/C) piece as (Y/N)'s, added one lump of sugar, but no creamer, and went back out, finding the creator of this delicious smelling brew staring out the window into the fine day. Taking a sip, he found it quite flavorful.

         "It is definitely a change to the instant coffee Haruhi had brought us." This was the only praise he gave.

Though (Y/N) wasn't looking, she knew the second to walk in were the twins. Both doors opened, quite quickly as well, and were simply left to close on their own. If one was paying attention, they would have seen the slight incline of the edges of her lips as the two marveled at the exquisite decoration that met their eyes.

         "Nice work Kyoya!" Karou complemented.

         "As much as I would like to accept your praise, I'm afraid the one to receive it should be (Y/N)," The two looked over to the window, where the girl sat, still staring at the outside world, as Kyoya gestured, "She asked to be let out early just to start the set up."

         "Nice work then, (Y/N)." Hikarou said, his smile obvious even in his voice.

         "Thank you," She turned, smiling "You two have a couch to sit on, same as your guests."

The twins once again marveled at the fact they'd be sitting side by side, and went to check out their table. (Y/N) turned back to the window.

     The next to barge in was Tamaki. His entrance, as usual, was the same dramatic throwing of one door as he strolled in, his steps wide, and loud, as he neared his table.

         "Kyoya is this your work?"

         "No, it's (Y/N)'s," he answered once again, "She came early, there's also coffee she brought herself ready and waiting." He held up his own cup a bit.

Tamaki thanked him, and told the American she did a wonderful job before finding his own cup of coffee, complimenting about it's flavor. The twins later disappeared to get their own, coming back to find Haruhi stepping through the door, her steps soft, but confident, closing the door gently as she determined the atmosphere to be quiet and reserved (for once).

         "Is this a joined effort with (Y/N), Kyoya-senpai?"

(Y/N) was surprised the girl didn't assume it was Kyoya's work.

         "No, she did it all her own."

Haruhi nodded, and went straight for the coffee that she could've smelled from a mile away.

         "Next should be Hunny and Mori," Kyoya stated the obvious, thinking (Y/N) to be in the dark on the subject, to which he received no response.

Indeed, the next to follow were the two boys, as inseparable as the twins, Hunny on Mori's shoulders.

         "WOW!" Hunny marveled, "Is this your work Kyoya?"

Mori looked over to the silent American by the window.

         "I believe it was (Y/N)'s." He stated simply, making Hunny wave at the girl after she turned, hearing her name.

         "Yes, she did a fine job." Kyoya said, earning another small smile from the girl.