The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

❀Chapter 8 : Allium ❀

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"Hold on, If Haruhi becomes an errand boy... What do I get if I don't do the dance thing?", Sumire cautiously asked the now glimmering Tamaki, the only thing left was a nice crown on top.

Tamaki didn't have an answer for that but Kyoya sure did.

"You may not have any cake nor tea and Haruhi's debt will be increased by 10 percent"

Sumire cursed under her breath and shot daggers at Kyoya who looked pretty chill for someone who was using financial blackmail.

"I don't even like tea", Sumire mumbled, digging her shoe sulkily onto the floor.

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Sumire had just finished making the arrangements for the flowers to be sent into one of their business storage's to be reused and was just about to leave. Haruhi had gone before her, saying she had to stop by the grocery as well as the other hosts, except for Kyoya who had the keys and volunteered to stay back and wait for Sumire to lock up. 

Dusting off her hands Sumire shoved her things in her bag, not bothering to fix it, feeling kind of embarrassed that Kyoya had to stay back with her and he probably had more important things to do.

"Would you like a drive home?", Kyoya asked, swinging his bag over his shoulder. 

"No it's fine I've taken up too much of your time already"

"I insist"

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The sun was casting its dying rays through the big windows that lined the hallways, filling the space with shades of orange and yellow with hints of pink.

Kyoya walked alongside Sumire who was fixing her ponytail with a bit of difficulty.

"I've asked this before, but other than being too bland for your taste, why is it do you not like tea?", Kyoya asked, somewhat looking for a topic to fill in the void.

Sumire was surprised at the question but thought for a moment looking to find an answer, "It tastes like leaf water"

"Essentially, it isperhaps, leaf water"

"It tastes weird"

Kyoya chuckled, catching Sumire off guard. This was the closest Sumire has seen Kyoya laugh, and it was a nice thing to see. 

Sumire shot her hand out, stopping Kyoya from his tracks. Pulling out her phone Sumire snapped a photo of the hallway, capturing the windows and the rays coming through.

"Well, what kind of beverages do you prefer then?", Kyoya asked, watching Sumire snap a few photos. 

"Hmm, for cold stuff I like soda and flavored milk and for hot stuff I like hot chocolate", Sumire flipped the phone camera, "Kyoya-senpai, smile"

Kyoya in fact, did not smile. 

But he did humor Sumire and leaned a bit more into the frame, the smallest hint of a smirk gracing his face.