If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.
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"3-E?"
The blond nodded, his purple eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.
"Yes, we must put them in their place."
The strawberry blon...
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"Hah? You're going to hold a booth, Kyoya?" Irina asked as she painted her nails in the faculty room. She wore a long Bordeaux skirt that hid her legs, and a long-sleeved turtle necked wool top, leaving only her hand and face to show off her delicate skin. At the moment, she had wiped the pink nail polish off her nails and was now applying a nude color.
Kyoya admitted he didn't expect to see her dressed so "prudely" upon his return, but he didn't dislike it. On the contrary, it fit her quite well and made her seem less easy and more professional. It gave her another type of charm, but it wasn't such a big discrepancy as it neatly complemented her temperament.
Hearing her question, Kyoya, who polished his faithful scalpel, paused. At the moment, only the two hitmen were in the staff room, Koro-sensei was somewhere, not with them. While Karasuma and Takashi both taught the students outside, the sound of rubber weapon cutting through the wind, of bb bullets whistling toward their targets, and grunting and panting of the sparring students, sounded in the background.
"Yes, with some— friends of mine," he told her, his lips quirking into an amused smile as he chuckled under his breath. His dirty-blue eyes carefully narrowed, glinting with mirth behind his glasses before he gazed down at the blade in his hand.
Irina pursed her lips. She lightly blew on her nails before closing her nail polish and storing it away. "Friends?" she echoed with a raised eyebrow. "Yours?" she added as she leaned over the table and toward the raven head. "How come I never heard of them?" she asked in a whiny tone, using some of her tricks without noticing it.
Kyoya hummed. "Easy, I never told you, that's all."
"And why is that? As your family—" Kyoya looked up, Irina would have never called him family before joining 3-E, this mission truly changed her. "I expect you to introduce me to your friends!" she demanded.
"Then I hope you'll tell me first when you get yourself a boyfriend," Kyoya slyly answered, his eyes sliding to glance out the window in an obvious hint before he looked back at her.
Irina flushed. "Tha— That's a given, of course, I'll tell you," she petulantly mumbled. "A-Anyway," she cleared her throat, recomposing herself as she carefully moved her hands so that her painted nails wouldn't get dirty. "So, what is it you're going to do?"
Kyoya paused, he stored his scalpel away, wondering if he should tell her until he remembered Irina was a certified honey-trap. While she would make a great addition to their club, and bring in even more profits, Kyoya didn't feel like having her join. Unconsciously, he probably wanted the Host Club to be only them and no one else. He snorted at his thoughts. How selfish.
