Great, rolled your ankle again. dance class in Ouran High School was particularly prestigious, due to the yearly shows put on by the dancers. You decided to practice in your spare time, but since you were on your own, nobody could help you.

You decided to turn to the nearest club for a little assistance. As you limped your way inside, Kyoya’s gaze turned upon you.

“You’re…” He stood up, pushing up his glasses to assess you.

“Ah, you’re a friend of Haruhi’s, correct? I often see you drop by to speak with her. You’re not a guest for the services it seems. Well i shouldn’t bother you with the handsome gentlemen nonsense, considering the situation.”

He noticed your ankle and he huffed.

He stood up, picking up a nearby box filled with medical supplies from his family’s business.

“Nobody else is here by the way, if you were also looking for Haruhi. They have all left to eat while I finish up with today’s profits from selling… Haruhi’s toothbrush.”

He smirked to himself. He sat down and opened the box, before pausing.

“On second thought, help yourself. perhaps this is a lesson for you not to be so careless with your routines. I do not help just anybody if they are perfectly capable. Please, take it as a compliment.” He spoke firmly.

It was no surprise he wasn’t willing to help, but something behind his glasses told you that he cared a little bit. He hid his blush, quickly turning around as to seem nonchalant about the situation. He actually got to look after his crush.