You sat in the back of the Host Club room, quietly working on your homework. The soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of teacups filled the elegant space, creating a soothing background noise. Although you weren’t officially part of the club, you enjoyed the company and the ambiance it provided. More importantly, today, it allowed you to keep an eye on Kyoya.

You had noticed Kyoya’s increasing exhaustion over the past few days. The usually composed and impeccably groomed third son of the Ootori family seemed to be running on fumes, dark circles forming under his brown-grey eyes. Despite your concern, he refused to tell you what was going on. His strategic mind and calculating nature kept him guarded, even from you, his partner on the down-low. You might call it a situationship.

As you tried to focus on a particularly challenging problem on your homework sheet, a sudden thud interrupted the room's tranquil atmosphere. Gasps from the club’s clients followed, and the sound of shattering teaware echoed through the space. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to see Kyoya lying on the floor, unconscious, a broken tray and scattered teacups around him. The other club mates got up from their tables and ran over to him, Mori picking him up and moving him to a couch while the twins went to get a nurse.