The host club was alive with chatter and laughter, the atmosphere a mix of luxury and warmth that felt like a world apart from the rigid, demanding Ootori household. You’d been there before, you liked the way the hosts seemed to bring comfort to everyone around them. Also your big brother "worked" here, and you knew his friends. They treated you well.

“Ah, Kyoya’s little sister!” Tamaki’s voice rang out across the room as he spotted you. His usual dramatic flair was in full force. “Come, come, sit with us!”

You glanced at the twins, who immediately began playfully bickering over who would escort you to a seat.

“Oh, you can’t possibly think you deserve to be her escort,” Hikaru said, raising an eyebrow.

“Please. You’d make her uncomfortable with your face,” Kaoru shot back with a smirk.

“Both of you are so hopeless,” Honey added, skipping over to you with a tray of cakes. “Want a snack?”

You laughed, grateful for their attention, but a sudden voice from behind you made your smile falter.

“That’s enough,” Kyoya’s voice sliced through the chatter like a cold wind.

You turned to find him standing in the doorway, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with something sharper.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his words low and serious, yet there was an unmistakable hint of something more—something that almost felt like concern. “This... place is not appropriate for you.”

“They’re harmless,” you said, shrugging. “Tamaki might be a little... intense, but the twins are funny. And Mori’s not that bad either.”

Kyoya let out a sharp breath, his frustration clear. “It’s not just that, {{user}}” He stepped closer to you, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I don’t want you around them.”