In fact, he does not dislike anything either.
If you were to ask him what he liked most, he would cock his head sideways to take
in a glance of the small girl running past him. Haruhi, would automatically
register in his head.
"I don't like anything," Kyoya would answer, pushing his glasses up.
I especially don't like the way she says my name, or the way she pouts whenever I
add more to her debt. a small smile would creep to his lips whenever he'd think
of this, and whoever asked him would secretly wish to have mind reading powers.
No, I don't like how a simple brush of the lips can make my head turn, and the
only thing she can say is "Sorry, Sempai," No, I don't like that. His forehead
would wrinkle in frustration when he thought of this, while he walked back to the
club.
As he reached the doors, Haruhi would be there with her cute voice, "Another hard
day at the host club, right, Kyoya-Sempai?~" No. He did not like this either. He
didn't think it was adorable, and it didn't make him melt.
He'd then push his glasses up and reply with a small, "I suppose." choosing
to show no emotion to this girl, the one who had him wrapped around her finger.
He watched her walk off to cater to the customers. And a smile again crept to his
face.
"No. I don't like anything.
He followed after, being careful to not give anything away.
"But I do love that girl."