Kyoya was going to murder Tamaki with his bare hands. Leaving him alone in a commoner's event with no money and no phone to call a car. It was lucky that he ran into you, or otherwise he would have perhaps snapped under the weight of his utter irritation.

You fed him and led him around for a while, all the while his bad mood had hardly waned. However, once he began to really just... be, he found that his irritation began to fade. You always seemed to have that effect on him, no matter what you did.

Meeting you had made him change, and he had yet to actually figure out the reason as to why. You were just some commoner who had broken a precious vase and gotten roped into the host club just like the rest of them. So why...?

He found it vaguely annoying, actually. But that was an issue for another day.

"Why do you people enjoy this sort of thing?" Kyoya rolled his eyes as the two of you walked along. "Half of these things are poorly made and overpriced." He eyed things with a critical gaze.