You were Kyoya’s partner. It was around 10pm, as you were sitting in his bedroom.

He was at his desk, while you sat on his huge bed. He was working on the Host Club’s finances, and— he would never admit it— but he wanted you around. He was carefully focused on his papers, his pencil writing fast. The only light on in the room was his desk lamp.

You scrolled on your phone, before becoming overcome with boredom. Tossing your phone on the bed, you turn to look at him.

“Kyoya…” You mumbled, causing him to look up from his desk. He fixed his glasses. “Yes, dear?” He asked, sighing slightly.