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.

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This was a little bit of a fluffy chapter, but I hope it was all right. My brain is just not in serious mode right now. :)


Kyoya sat at his desk chair, laptop open in front of him, diligently working on they large amount of homework his teachers had assigned him. His concentration was somewhat diminished by the warm feeling in his chest that had lodged itself in without him noticing. His analytical mind wandered off into the realm of possible causes.

Kyoya's father brought him back to earth with an unpleasant crash. "Kyoya, have you completed your homework?" Not a trace of affection could be found in this voice.

"No, father," Kyoya responded guiltily.

"You should know that a successful man works quickly and efficiently. I would have expected that you finished by now. But do not do a sloppy job, or I will be very disappointed in you. What has gotten into you lately? You must be more focused!"

"Yes, father."

The door closed with a sharp snap. Giving himself a mental shake, Kyoya returned his attention to the German that needed translating. Yet his resolve was short-lived. A soft ping from another window showed that someone was requesting permission to chat with him. Sighing at this tedious interruption, he moved to that window, preparing to decline yet another raving fangirl, but instead found a name he didn't dare believe. Hastily, he clicked "accept", and a small box appeared.

KOotori: Hello?

SaruLovesBooks: Hi Kyoya. I just wanted to say thank you again.

KOotori: You're welcome, but really, it wasn't any trouble. Those people were being cruel.

SaruLovesBooks: Still, I feel really grateful. If there's anything I can do to return your kindness, please just let me know.

KOotori: Of course.

SaruLovesBooks: Oh sorry, my dad's calling me, got to go. See you tomorrow! :)

KOotori: See you then.

Kyoya stared at the screen long after Saru's name had been removed from the online list. He was deep in thought. This girl, she seemed to really feel like she owed him. It wasn't that big of a deal. Or was it? He remembered how angry he had been, how much work had gone into slipping tiny tidbits of incriminating information into the school database. But that was normal.

Right?