Kyōya worked his way around the sakura viewing area, selling promotional products to the young women that were admiring the hosts, his eyes always drifting back to the Club's newest member. It had been a week since their first kiss, since he had claimed her and she had accepted being his, and he was invested now. He had to not only make them work, but make sure that the idiot-king didn't find out, as well. It was a group conspiracy now; the Twins, Honey, and Mori were all aware of the change in status that had happened between Kyōya and his Haruhi, but they were all also acutely aware that Tamaki was unreasonable in both his crush and his overreaction to things dealing with Haruhi – not to mention the idiot-king still selfishly wanted Haruhi to out herself as a female, and none of the rest of them wanted that.

For Kyōya it wasn't even just the control he had over her this way, how she changed his plans and made him have to improvise. She added a balance and freshness to their group with her entirely organic reactions and interactions with the girls who were her customers. She was also a fantastic straight man, a delightful foil to the rest of the Club's insane antics.

He was thrilled that Haruhi was so logical and sensible, because it just made her submission to him all the more delightful – it made no sense whatsoever, logically, and thus, was proof of how much under his thumb she was.

Soon enough the session was over, Tamaki was ranting about the Twins spending more time with Haruhi than he got himself, Kyōya was egging his unreasonable antics on by confirming it and belittling the paltry amount of time that Tamaki got to spend with their female host. Kyōya himself wasn't worried about such a ridiculous thing; he sought her out at random points during the day and she willingly followed where he led, so how much time he got with her compared to the twins didn't matter. The quality of the time was the important thing, and every second he spent with her was made to matter. Ootori Kyōya regularly wrecked Fujioka Haruhi. If she didn't have such a strong will, she would probably be losing points in her classes about now.

After a while of Tamaki going on and on (and on) about Haruhi coming out about her gender, the troublemaking Twins piped up about the physical examinations; which, really, were easy to get around, but of course, saying so at this juncture would decrease the amount of effort that got put into the situation – and thus decrease the likelihood of a debt increase. The way Haruhi shot him a worried glance as she informed the Club in a blasé manner about it for sure getting out that she was a girl, however, made Kyōya smirk. She didn't want to lose this, either. Hn. Well, he had to take care of his possessions, and she was his, so he would take care of this. His reassuring glance made her go back to idly musing without worry, and he nodded to himself. This would be good.

The next day, Tamaki was entertaining no doubt ridiculous fantasies when the Twins prodded and pushed, and Tamaki came out that to him, they were the "homo-homo" compliment, which just disgusted Kyōya; not because he had anything against those kinds of relationships – for instance, had Haruhi been male, he would still be pursuing whatever it was they had together – but because Kyōya was the one really in charge here, not Tamaki. Kyōya was not some "side-character" to be dismissed. The mere idea was insulting!

Ah but he could think on that later. The Twins and Honey finally pointed out the idiot-king's folly in wanting Haruhi to come out as a girl, and he was distraught, pining away and determined to keep that from happening. Kyōya pushed his glasses up. This would work.

Of course, Kyōya had fanned the flames by commenting on Haruhi's plethora of would-be suitors that she had gathered in middle school, silently grinning to himself the entire time that he had won out where they had all failed. She was his, where she had never paid attention to any other person, male or female, as far as his research had indicated.

When Haruhi arrived, Tamaki went on and on, and Kyōya smirked at her seeming to not care about hosting. Granted, she probably didn't care much about the Club or being a host except for two things – her debt, and Kyōya.

He was pleased as she kept glancing at him through her nonchalance towards the situation, as if asking for permission to rile everyone else up, and he encouraged her with a tilt of his head. It would do them all some good to see how little they mattered to her. As this continued, Mori glanced at him and he nodded, allowing the mostly-silent member to calmly swing things visibly back into their favour – with one single word: ootoro. The most expensive cut of tuna, and Haruhi, much like Kyōya himself, was thoroughly enticed by good food.

She denied it of course, acting as if it didn't matter, but he could sense her attention swinging back to an interest in staying with the Club with the promise of good food. Kyōya, of course, never once said a word about it. She had to save face somehow, and this was just as good of a way to do so than any other way.

Haruhi was dreading the crazy plan that the Club had no doubt set up for her today. Encouraged by Kyōya-senpai's silence yesterday, she had been bluntly honest about her lack of care for and attachment to being a host and a member of the Club itself – it was her debt and her excitement towards senpai that mattered, not hosting or being a part of the Club. However it seemed to have the unfortunate side effect of making everybody but Kyōya-senpai (who she belonged to) and Mori-senpai (who she was positive was in on things) that more determined to be ridiculous and do stupid things.

Like dress up as doctors…

Of course, Kyōya-senpai refused to bow to common sense, instead warping the world around him so that his will was made form, and she realised that this was liable to get her more into debt because surely this could be taken care of swiftly and with discretion if Kyōya-senpai wished it.

Instead, Tamaki-senpai utterly failed at cosplaying her, and she barely refrained from punching his lights out at how he had done things. Protect! Hah! As if. Even though he was using her and controlling her, Kyōya-senpai had far more care for her wants, wishes, and sensibilities than Tamaki-senpai could ever have.

Case in point, when, after all the fracas was over, Kyōya-senpai directed her to a room with a doctor sworn to secrecy and her own private examination.

Hearing that the possibly-not-even-a-doctor that he had noticed earlier was likely headed toward where his (what even was Haruhi to him? Toy? Pet? Girlfriend? No, not the latter, it was too childish and informal for what they were. And Toy was too... callous. He might not love Haruhi, but she was his, not just to own but to protect as well as to control. Pet, then.) pet was having her private examination, Kyōya was strangely upset. Not because his plans were failing, and not because the thought of someone else touching his property without his permission pissed him off. No, this was.. worry.

He wondered where it came from.

That could be thought on more later. For now, they had to rescue her.

It wasn't long before the situation was well in hand, and it turned out that the Doctor had a ridiculously sappy sob story about losing his wife and his daughter due to sheer stupidity, and although Haruhi felt bad for him, Kyōya was just irritated that he kept things from unrolling as smoothly, irritated that he had gotten worried over nothing.

Of course, he said as much about the person's idiocy and Haruhi shot him a dirty look, but then he raised an eyebrow and she looked away, blushing softly in that oh so subtle way she had.

They let the man go with a map, and then Kyōya had to physically grab Tamaki and haul him out of the examination room because he kept leaping onto Kyōya's pet and touching her.

If it didn't bother her, he wouldn't be so upset, but she kept telling him to stop and he wouldn't. That was unacceptable!

He huffed and led the rest of the club out as well to let Haruhi get on with her examination.

Once she was done he would ravish her for being such a good sport about this mess.