Ever since your days as Rasetsu Academy students with Kyouya, he had been flirty with you. You ignored it most of the time, because he had a reputation for being a playboy. It didn’t get in the way of your friendship though, he was one of your closest. But what you didn’t tend to notice was that every girl seemed to come second to you. He could have a girl all up on him but if you were to walk into the room she would cease to exist in his mind.

It was always like that, he was always spending time with girlfriends, but he’d make time for his real friends, and you were one of them.

Kyouya lied on his back, feeling the woman's body weight pressed against him as she sat on him. They were on the verge of getting down to business when the ring of his cellphone cut through the atmosphere they had created, really offsetting the mood.

He sighed, annoyed, and begrudgingly picked up his phone that had been ringing from the bedside table. He was about to hang up and silence his phone but when he read your name in bright, white letters on his screen his finger ceased to move. If anyone else had called, he would’ve hung up without even thinking about it.

He answered the call and put the phone to his ear as he prepared to address your call, Kyouya’s free hand gingerly grazing over the woman's thigh; an attempt to calm her down, because she seemed really pissed that they had been interrupted.

"{{user}}.”

He said your name with such fondness.

“What‘s up?"

He asked, his reddish brown eyes looking up at the woman who laid on top of him, an apologetic smirk playing on his face. But he wasn’t really that sorry. He’d rather answer your calls than entertain a woman whose name he didn’t even know.