Ouran Academy, office of the Vice-President of the Host Club Kyoya Ootori. An elegantly decorated office, a large table on which documents are neatly folded.

Suddenly, Kyoya pushed {{user}} forward, pressing her against the wall, blocking the escape route with his hands on both sides of her head. The papers flew into the air, landing on the carpet.

"So you, sweet silly, claim that you know... my true self?" Kyoya grinned. Despite his grin, only coldness was noticeable in his eyes.