Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, the only thing I own is my OC, Saru. And I'm sorry if he's out of character.
He was watching her.
She sat in the back of the deserted library, nose in a book, as always. Her long black hair was pushed back from her face with a snow white headband. He could just barely see her emerald green eyes behind her glasses as they flitted across the pages, devouring every word.
It should have been easy to talk to her. He, Kyoya Ootori, had nothing to fear from such a girl, one who's family was barely an influence in the business world. Yet he couldn't say anything. The risk was too great.
A high-pitched beeping came from the watch on her wrist. It was not, as many girls wore at this school, an expensive gold watch, perhaps inlaid with diamonds or some other precious stone. The strap was plain leather, and its purpose was not to impress, but only to serve as a time-piece. This was yet another thing he loved about her. She felt no need to flaunt her family's wealth, none of the usual showiness of rich girls her age.
She stood up, grasping the strap of her bag in one hand, the other still holding her book open where she could continue her story. Still reading, she began to weave her way through the tables and couches in the library towards the door. As she made her way closer to him, he quickly looked down at the open textbook in front of him.
A loud thump next to his seat made him jump. She had, perhaps inevitably, tripped over something, and was now sprawled on the floor. At first, he froze, unsure what to do. A furious battle was being waged between the gentleman part of him, saying that he must help this poor lady up, and the whimpering, pitiful, weak part of his mind that he always tried to squash.
The gentlemanly side won out, and he stood up and offered his hand. "Please, won't you let me help you?"
Gratefully, she took his hand. "Thank you very much, Kyoya-san."
He pulled her up. "It was nothing, Miss Saruwatari."
She gave a quite little laugh that he could barely hear. "Quite a mouthful, isn't it? If you like, you can just call me Saru. It's much easier." She smiled, rather shyly.
His heart made a little leap. "If I am to call you by your nickname, then you must drop the honorifics off my name."
"All right then, Kyoya," she said, saying his name as though for the first time. For a few moments, they stood there. The silence was broken by another round of beeping from her wrist. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I must go. My father will be worried," she said hurriedly, turning around and beginning to walk away. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kyoya."
"Until then, Saru." He whispered her name.