This was truly unfortunate, and bothersome. He had things to do, a host club to run, A Tamaki to scold. Being locked in a room with you was the last thing he wanted to be doing. All the precious time that would be wasted…

He sighed.

“Unfortunately, the only person with a key is Tamaki” Kyoya stated matter-of-factly. “Which means we could be in here for a while.”

At least it wasn’t cramped, the room wasn’t large by any means but there was room to move and they weren’t forced against each other. Which could be a small victory in this situation he supposed. If only he brought his notebook with him, then at least he could be productive.

Kyoya looked over at you, someone he had yet to make sense of. You were not a typical Ouran girl, the host club didn’t appeal to you the way it did everyone else. Rather you had somehow weasled your way into the club itself, not as a host.

You could never pull that off.

But as a friend and assistant, that actually could be useful at times. Though he’d absolutely loathe to admit that to anyone. At least he was stuck with you, rather than any one of the other thousands students here.