The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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     It was another day, and (Y/N) was walking down the halls of Ouron Academy, her destination: the front door.

         "(Y/N)!" Turning, she found Haruhi coming her way.

         "Is there something wrong?" She asked, stopping in the foyer.

The brunette skidded to a stop in front of her friend, catching her breath as she put her weight on her knees.

         "No, but the Host Club wants to talk to you."

         "Is it urgent? I still have to walk to work, and change."

         "I would assume so," Haruhi shrugged, "The minute I walked in they yelled at me to go find you."

         "Alright, but it'll have to be quick."

The two all but sprinted to Music Room 3, Haruhi confused on why she had to go get (Y/N), and (Y/N) just not wanting to be late for work. They walked in, and found the rest of the Host Club huddled together in the open room, whispering and thinking of how to go about their plan.

         "Is something wrong with the arrangements?" (Y/N) asked, earning their startled attention, "If so I can do some quick readjustments, but I have to get to work here soon."

The group broke their meeting, and went to the waiting pair, all seeming serious, though Hunny and the twins seemed to be the only acception as they practically bounced in excitement.

         "(Y/N)," Tamaki started, "How would you feel, about becoming a hostess?"

For a while, the exchange student didn't answer, simply staring at the group before her. Haruhi looked to her friend, not expecting the Host Club to have asked something so abrupt.

         "Why?" Came the response, to which Kyoya answered.

         "First, we've found many students of the male variety have found you quite likable, both in personality and in looks. Second, while we do have some male customers, there is always room for more. And very few recognize your work since you're never here, so more may come just to talk to the decorator."

         "So, you want me to boost your numbers?" Came (Y/N)'s next response, crossing her arms as she held her calculating eye contact with the taller boy.

Tamaki saved them, for once, as he intervened.

         "What we're meaning to say, is that we want you to be more involved."

Then the twins came in, talking in unison as usual.

         "We never see you, and when we do you're either about to leave or busy."

         "You don't invite us over either." Hunny stated, his eyes sad, though they all knew they could come if they wanted.

         "You don't ask to hang out with us, now that I think of it." Haruhi observed, a finger to her lip in thought.

         "Look, as much as I love the offer, I just don't know. I have work, and what if they find out who I am? In case you forgot, they still think I'm some rich girl with quircks. You'll only lose your patrons, is that worth the risk?"

Kyoya was silent as the others argued. He didn't want to be involved in this quarrel. He knew there was much at stake, though he doubted anyone would find out about her true identity. He was also torn between two sides of himself, one side he thought he never truly had, the same side that was shown the day he saved her from the bullies of Ouron, the side he didn't quite understand.

         "Will you let me sleep on it?" (Y/N) asked, looking at the time on a pocket watch she had tucked in her denim bag, "If I can figure something out, I might be able to accept your offer."

The team cheered, though Mori and Kyoya gave no expression, and Haruhi smiled.

         "But don't get your hopes up." the American warned, and said goodbye, as she left Music Room 3.

         "Do you think she'll say 'yes'?" Karou wondered out loud.

         "I hope she does!" Hunny said, balancing as he played invisible hop-scotch, "Then we can see her more often! Bun-bun likes seeing her too!" He hugged his little pink rabbit.

         "Yes, and if the students of Ouron get to know her better, even of they do find out about her true identity, there's a higher chance of the bullying to cease. Isn't that right Kyoya? ... Kyoya?"

But the black haired boy was no where in sight.

//*\\

     Kyoya had escaped through the front door, unknown by all except two, though Mori will say nothing, and Haruhi knew his motive. The tall boy strolled, slow enough to seem unhurried, but fast enough to know that he had a purpose. What is this purpose? To find (Y/N) before she left. He found her in the foyer.

         "(Y/N)!"

She turned upon hearing her name, a sense of Deja Vu settling over her.

         "Yes?" She stopped, and watched as Kyoya did the same, though he was still a small distance away.

         "I'd like to apologize for making it sound like we only wanted you with us for profit." His voice was formal, though inside he held back much emotion.

         "It is alright," Was the surprising answer, just as formal, "Your mind works in numbers, and you cover up anything mildly charitable with that fact, while I was perturbed, I was not entirely angry."

With this knowledge, Kyoya found his quest to apologize to have been almost a waste of his time.

         "Thank you for apologizing though," He looked to her face, seeing a slight smile gracing her features, "While I can often read you all like a book, that is one plot twist I did not expect."

She left, still smiling, and Kyoya went back to the Music room, finding a large amount of things waiting for him already. He understood what he had to do, what he should not do, and what could wait, but what he didn't understand, was just how good it felt to make (Y/N) smile after apologizing. He concluded, that it wasn't a waste of time after all.