Promise me
"Nee, Kyoya!" Tamaki called.
Kyoya looked up from his desk and into the eyes of Tamaki.
"Yes?"
"How long do you think we'll be friends?"
"I don't know, it's up to you, isn't it?"
Tamaki pouted. "Why is it up to me?"
"Because I'm helping you with that Host Club that you're dying to make in high school."
"That's right!" Tamaki replied, putting his finger to his chin. "Okay! Let's make a promise that we'll be friends even when high school ends and make lots and lots of friends! Nee, Kyoya?" He held his pinky out to his best friend.
"What's this?" Kyoya asked. "A present? Because I don't want your finger."
"Eh? You don't know how to pinky swear?! It's a thing commoners do!" Tamaki used his free hand to take Kyoya's pinky and twist them together, and moved their interlocked fingers up and down.
"Promise me, Kyoya!"
Kyoya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and continued down the hall.
"Muu! Kyoya! Did you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah." Kyoya stopped walking as he approached the door of the Third Music Room. He put his hand on the handle as he heard chattering from inside. Cue the rose petals! He mused.
Tamaki seemed to have kept talking because all you could hear was
"Remember that day, Kyoya?"