The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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         :I don't know... should I accept it?: (Y/N) spoke into the phone, her best friend on the other end. It was cordless, so she layed down on her couch, a single stuffed bear staring at her.

         :YES!: She had to take the phone away frome her ear, or else risk going deaf, :By the pictures you've sent me, you'll be surrounded by hot guys, and working with even hotter guys!:

(Y/N) chuckled.

         :While you may be correct, I'm no where near their calliber of looks or wealth. I bet I'm even more poor than Haruhi, and sh...he's in a load of debt!:

         :Stop underestimating yourself!: her friend chastised, :Remember the nickname you hated, but everyone thought it fit, AND IT DOES!:

         :Yes,: (Y/N) groaned, she hated it with a passion, :Cinderella.:

         :The ivory skinned, silky haired princess-:

         :Who's not afraid to get her hands dirty, yeah-yeah, I know the title.:

         :In other words, get off your butt, put some lipstick on and find a nice dress!: Her friend laughed, knowing (Y/N) to not be one for dolling herself up.

         :I think I'll just wear the uniform...:

         :The one your dream guy gave you?:

         :He's not my dream guy, Kyoya isn't like that, he's a pervert.:

         :Sure hun,: her friend sighed, :Get some sleep, worry about it tomorrow, as long as you can fit it in your schedule, and not over exert yourself, you'll be fine.:

         :Thanks (F/N), you always know how to unravel my spaghetti bowl of feelings and logic.:

         :It's not as hard as you may think, though it's not like you think the way normal people do.:

         :Wonderful observation Sherlock!:

         :Shut it Watson.:

The two laughed.

         :Good night (F/N).:

         :Good night (Y/N).:

The call ended.

//*\\

     It was two days later, when (Y/N) gave her answer.

         "I accept your offer."

Those who had it in their nature cheered. The twins jumped in circles, arm in arm, and Hunny threw his arms up, Bun-bun in one hand as he balanced on Mori's shoulders, Tamaki cheered as well, going to give (Y/N) a hug as he whined about how he didn't think she'd accept the offer.

         "Of course I do have a few conditions."

         "I told them you might." Kyoya stated, earning a few nods.

         "First off: If you stereotype me, don't say it to my face, I don't like stereotypes. Second: Let me use my own style, I'm not going to wear the girl's uniform, or the boy's, I have my own plans. Third: Someone else has to set up my table or seat, I want to be surprised. That is all, take it, or leave it."

She ended her list with a smile.

     Her answer was, of course, 'yes'. They were simple conditions, and ones the Host club could deliver, though it can be predicted that there would be fighting about who would set up her table.