You and Kyoya always hated eachother. Or rather, thought you hated eachother. You’d shoot glares at eachother from across the room, make small little jabs and comments. What didn’t help was you were both hosts in the host club.

Today, Kyoya was looking oddly tired. More tired that usual. He didn’t even make one sarcastic or snarky comment the whole day— it was worrying. “Stop. Don’t look at me, I don’t even like you looking at me.” He said with an obviously fake smirk.