Stress.
Stress, stress, stress!
At this rate, his youth would be gone, replaced by a head half full of gray hair.
Once more, he managed to freeze the money in place. Maybe it was just some after school club, but certainly not to him. It was his proof, his pass, that he could handle any future his family (or more namely his father) would doubt. They would have to realize sooner or later that they can't helicopter and control his life, no. He preferred to do that himself.
And at this point in time, he was digging in a back closet of the Music Room #3 trying to to find the life that he preferred to control.
Now was a bit of holiday break at Ouran, though mostly only to accommodate diversity of celebration. Otherwise, if you were not going anywhere or didn't celebrate much of anything, you were right back in school the day after Christmas.
And right back to clubs.
Kyōya wasn't sure of what he was supposd to find but he figured he had to think of something.
Take your time, he thought to himself. It's the weekend and break. You've got the whole day and then some to try and think up a plan.
But that would take a while. He wasn't even sure what he was getting all antsy over. Was it the numbers he saw in the hosts' budget? Was it the work he had to do for any holiday themed club event? What about the extra work he got from home that required him to act and practically be an adult?
...Oh.
Now he definitely saw it.
He needed help. And fast. Well, if he wanted to keep any sanity he could possibly had left.
What he really needed was more hands to do and a second head to think. The thought had hit him so quickly, he couldn't keep a clear mind on how to come up with an idea. The stress was all over and he surely couldn't think of a way to stop thinking about it to give him time to think about it. Oh, how overwhelming!
Until the click of a closing door caught his attention. Distraction. What a blessing in disguise.
The boy with black hair focused on every sound that followed the closing wooden door.
"Ugh," a sigh was heard throughout the room.
So another person walked through into the host room?
"I get it's the weekend but you would still think something would be in use here, especially a private school like this."
This foreign voice peeked Kyōya's interest. The person spoke English, he answered himself, though not near a British European accent. American?
He surprised himself when he didn't know. Had he really been so busy? He would be first to know of any new students or faculty here. Backgrounds, home life, reason being here...
Wow, he has been slacking off. Kyōya Ōtori didn't know and needed side help.
That's it.
I need an assistant.