Delicate fingers tighten around a Ginori tea cup. A brilliant emerald green, eyes of equal color stared gently over lightly flushed cheeks; down at the soft scented tea. A strand of long black hair slipped slowly over the puffed sleeves of a yellow dress. Lightly, she sighed.
"Ohime-sama." (Princess.)
Green eyes looked up to be matched by deep chocolate ones, behind thin sheets of glass. A moment passed, neither of them wavering.
"Kyouya-san." She greeted, averting her eyes back to the tea in her cup. She every so slightly started rubbing the tip of her middle finger against the cup, a sign of nervousness she rarely showed. The tall boy sat to join her, placing the clip board he had been carrying with him on the table. She raised the tea cup to her lips.
"I did not say you could sit." She breathed, just before she took a sip. She kept her eyes low.
"I did not ask." Kyouya replied nonchalantly, gazing down at his paperwork. Her green eyes flared up at him as a stubborn blush crept over her cheeks. He had the tiniest of smug smirks tugging on the corner of his lips, knowing that her poker face wasn't as good as his. Then she placed the teacup on the table, folded the napkin that once lay strewn across her lap, and pushed the chair away from the table. Rising without a word, she walked away.
Kyouya felt the hint of an unfamiliar sinking feeling. He wasn't expecting her to just leave. He cleared his throat quietly and turned his attention to the paperwork in front of him. The finance logs for the Host Club, as they had to be tightly monitored- mainly due to their irresponsible king and their sweets loving senior. Not that he would ever point any fingers. Directly.
The warm spring breeze from the open windows in the music room drifted the scent of cherry blossoms in their prime, and his thoughts were once more of her. Upon coming up with a total of expenses in a matter of minutes, Kyouya sighed, closed the cover to the clip board, and closed his eyes for a moment. The noise of the club didn't really bother him; the chattering had all turned into a monotonous buzz. Besides the occasional squeals that the Hitachiin twins would warrant from their… "act", it was a normal day of hosting in the Host Club. All of a sudden, a light scent of jasmine wafted into Kyouya's nostrils, and he opened his eyes to find a matching green Ginori teacup sitting in front of him, filled with hot jasmine tea. He followed the delicate hand up to the green eyes of its owner, who looked off to the right slightly in stubbornness.
"If you're going to sit you might as well have some tea." She replied, answering the question that his eyes had posed. She walked back over to her seat and sat back down, placing her hands around her own teacup once more. Kyouya sat stunned for a moment- he didn't even have the faintest inkling that she'd come back- but he quickly closed his mental gaping mouth and composed himself.
"What took you so long?" He asked, picking up the cup and raising it to his lips, as she just did to hers. She shot a look at him over her cup.
"I don't work here. It took me time to find a matching cup." She blushed silently and stared into the tea in her cup, as they both took a sip and held it at her lips. Kyouya's poker face was impeccable- but he could feel the tingle of the blush threatening to ruin it.
Their eyes flicked up to meet each other- just for a split second.
Emerald green Ginori tea cups hid their tiny smiles.