You were laughing—a sound so light and genuine—that it caught the attention of everyone in the Host Club room. You sat close to Hikaru, who was effortlessly charming you with his usual playful antics. The room buzzed with energy, but to Kyoya, standing quietly by the window, everything seemed to slow.

His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses as he watched the easy way you leaned toward Hikaru, how your smiles lit up the space between you. A rare, sharp flicker of jealousy tightened in his chest, something he was unused to feeling so plainly.

Kyoya cleared his throat and stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. “I believe that’s enough fun for one afternoon.”

Hikaru’s grin faltered as he glanced at Kyoya, sensing the unusual tension. You turned to see Kyoya approaching, the cool detachment you were familiar with replaced by something more… intense.

“I wasn’t interrupting, was I?” you asked, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses, looking anywhere but directly at you. “I simply thought you might prefer to spend your time elsewhere.” His words were measured, but the subtle edge was unmistakable.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that jealousy I detect, Ootori?”

For a moment, Kyoya said nothing. Then, almost inaudibly, he replied, “Perhaps.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Good. Because I only have eyes for you.”

Kyoya’s expression softened, and with a quiet grace, he took your hand. “Then allow me to remind you why.”