Chapter VII

Kaori took a long hot shower as soon as she got home. She unconsciously reached up to her lips. She still remembered the tingling sensation. There was no spontaneous electric spark, it was nothing like what the movies and books claimed it to be like. It just felt like warm flesh on her lips with an odd sensation left behind. Probably from shock, she concluded. The whole event kept her awake for the rest of the night. His deep baritone that naturally said 'hey' made her turn around. How come she didn't notice how close he was to her? Did he…like her? As in like-like her? Kaori never had a boy like her before, hence the childish term. Even if a boy did like her, she would've never noticed.

She rolled her eyes. Kyouya liking her would never happen in a million years. Besides, someone of her class would never stand a chance with someone like an Ootori. It just didn't happen. It was reality.

Kaori was still young, but that didn't mean she didn't dream. She never thought of it as dreaming, but rather life-long planning. She liked practicality and she stuck to reality. She would marry someone and grow old with them eventually, have one child (and one child only) in a beautiful home with tons of space on the walls for all the pictures of the memories made over time. She didn't give it as much thought as some people did, but she had a good idea of what she wanted. It was a normal life. A normal life would never fit into what an Ootori could give her.

Simplicity was what she aimed for. She was a simple girl, with happiness being her priority, but reality coming a close second.

But that kiss… she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Did it make her happy? Not particularly, more shocked and confused. On top of that, she knew the Ootori could never handle a relationship with someone like her. Besides, what was there to like about her anyway? She wasn't amazingly pretty, average at best. She was shy and dorky. She had the weirdest habits, and most of all, she was a so-called commoner, she was normal. Kaori knew that being with him would only bring him down, and she would never want that to happen. She would feel too guilty and wrong.

Perhaps Kyouya only wanted to throw her off with a kiss. She concluded that it was only part of his annoying schemes to get her angry and irritated. It was nothing of importance. It was something she could shrug off.

Except for the fact that it was her first kiss and she lost it to the cockiest bastard ever known.

She huffed and went to bed.


Monday morning. Kaori sat at her desk, minding her own business with the kiss being at the back of her mind. It was difficult to forget. It was something that will bother her for quite a while.

Kyouya seemed normal to her. Paying attention in class, doing his own thing. The classes went by slowly, with Kaori sneaking glances at him unconsciously. Every time she did so, she turned back to her notes, hoping that he didn't notice. He probably did, seeing as Kaori always noticed when Kyouya snuck glances at her. She felt embarrassed. She hoped that he wouldn't bring it up later because she wouldn't have anything to say against it. Kaori decided to solve the problem by avoiding him during lunch.

She walked into the second music room, making her way to the piano. Maybe playing the piano would distract her. The teacher didn't seem to assign much homework today, so it wasn't a big deal for her to put it off until later.

She started off with a few technique exercises. Scales, arpeggios, chords. She paused for a moment, trying to remember the pieces that she used to play. Kaori went through her favourite composers in her mind and decided to play something by Chopin. Her fingers grazed along the keys, trying to find the first few notes. She had trouble remembering how it went.

"You're missing the D sharp," a voice called out.

Kaori turned around seeing Tamaki at the door. He walked towards her, smiling. He was less flamboyant today, or at least towards her. Kaori gave a small smile, welcoming him.

She tried the melody with the D sharp and smiled to herself, finally able to start the piece. She stopped halfway, forgetting how the rest of it went. But she was happy enough to remember to at least some point of the piece. Tamaki was still there, standing by the piano admiring her fingers.

"Bravo," he clapped. "It would've been nice to hear the rest of the piece, though."

"It would've been nice if I remembered the rest," Kaori replied.

"How long have you been playing?" he asked.

"Hmm…a while." She thought back to her first piano lesson. It was an interesting experience. Her teacher pointed out her right and left hands, and she thought that she wasn't given enough credit for a six year old. Every kid knew which hand was which by then. It was then he started to build upon her technique, telling her to practice her scales each day for at least a certain amount of time. She grew tired of scales, but grew to like them after being told to play difficult songs. Her technique became flawless, but she never had the passion to put emotion into her pieces. Regardless, her teacher still shaped her to be a pretty decent pianist and she was forever grateful to him.

"Why don't you play more often?"

"I don't feel the need to. I only play when I feel like it," Kaori replied.

"You should play more," he encouraged. "The piano is a beautiful instrument. It would be such a shame if you forgot how to play when your skill has so much potential."

Kaori smiled. It was nice speaking to him, especially when he wasn't irritating her with his boastful and loud ways.

"What brings you here? Surely you didn't come to listen to my choppy playing."

"I was curious as to who would be playing the piano at this hour…" he cautiously said, trying to piece together his next sentence. Kaori waited patiently.

"And when I realized it was you, I decided that it would be a good time to bring something u-"

"Is this about Kyouya…?" she had a feeling about this.

"Yes," he admitted. "He…" Even Tamaki couldn't explain Kyouya. He was just himself. It didn't feel right to say, "he likes you" or "he needs you". Tamaki's gut feeling told them that they were right together. They didn't cling to each other, it didn't seem like either of them to do that. They just needed to be together, Tamaki didn't know how to tell them that.

Kaori waited for Tamaki to finish his sentence. He was in deep thought. Kaori found this interesting; she would've never expected him to have this side to him.

"You two…should stay together," he said after much thought. Kaori wondered what took him so long.

"As friends? I suppose…" she was confused.

"As in…more than that," Tamaki slowly said.

"What makes you think so?" she was curious. What did he see in them? She narrowed her eyes when she thought of the scene a few days ago. She already knew it would never work.

"You know, those moments when you just…know. Kyouya's been different. It really isn't anything noticeable. He's just…it's something I can feel. You two are meant for ea-" Tamaki was cut off from his rambling.

"That's nonsense. Let's stick to reality shall we? You and I both know it will never happen."

Tamaki saw this coming. The two would never get together without making them realize that they needed one another. They would be too wrapped up with what society deemed them to be with. Tamaki was a romanticist, he knew that. He believed love had no class, no age, no race…it was just love. They both deserved it. They both deserved to be happy.

"But…don't you feel anything for him?"

"No," she replied. He was too egoistic for her liking. Besides, he irritated her to no end. She liked their relationship the way it is. In silence, when both were in comfort with each other.

"You do. You just don't know it," Tamaki insisted.

"Then what makes you think Kyouya of all people would like me? It just doesn't make sense."

Tamaki shook his head. "This is exactly why you two are perfect for each other. Neither of you know that you like each other."

"But I don't!"

"Maybe you don't, but you will. Kyouya's smitten by you."

"What have I even done? Absolutely nothing. He's not smitten by me, Tamaki-senpai. He will never be. He can have any girl in the world, he wouldn't settle for someone like me. I bring no merit."

"But you do bring a merit. Kyouya thinks so, he just doesn't know what."

"What merit could I possibly bring?"

"Ask Kyouya," he replied with a smile.

"I don't like him. I don't know any girl that would fall for him."

"You will."

"I won't." Kaori was stubborn. She didn't like being told what to do, or what she was going to do. She was the type of person that would do the opposite of something just to prove others wrong.

Tamaki shook his head, like he would to a child that would never learn. He exited the room with a smile, leaving Kaori on her own.


Kyouya didn't quite know what to do with Kaori. He wasn't sure what to do about his impulsive behaviour, he contemplated on apologizing, but it wasn't the same. He didn't feel remorseful for kissing her. In fact, he craved for her touch. He craved for her company, her smile and…her.

He noticed her sneaking glances at her throughout class. He smirked to himself, but he wasn't sure how to interpret it as. Were they stares of confusion, or hatred? Or admiration? Kyouya knew that he was attractive. It wasn't such a bad thing if Kaori had felt that way about him, after all, it was normal.

He spotted Kaori doing her Calculus homework in the corner of the library, a location she had never sat at before. It was rather secluded, and a place most people wouldn't venture off to. A place of privacy and comfort. Perfect.

He took a seat in front of her, hoping to continue with their normal routine. In silence.

After a few minutes of her hand scrawling down numbers, she looked up and sat back in her seat. She shook her head and sighed.

"I can't do this anymore." She felt as though the tension was growing. She needed to address the elephant in the room, or rather, the elephant at the study table.

"Do what?" Kyouya asked, with an eyebrow raised. This was going to be interesting.

"This," she stated. "And us." Her hand gestured between the two of them.

Kyouya waited for her to continue on.

"It's…awkward." She wasn't sure how else to describe it as.

"Is that so?" Kyouya was amused by her embarrassment.

"Yes. That…thing…tha-" she stumbled over her words. She couldn't even say the word 'kiss' without feeling uncomfortable. She never spoke about this to anyone, she never really needed to. In fact, Kaori had no idea how to approach this. She took a breath.

"Can I just make it clear that I'm not going to take your rush of dopamine as an excuse for your behaviour that night? It's just...a terrible way to put it as a conclusion and…" she was running out of words.

"It's driving me crazy," she finished.

Kyouya found it as a perfect moment to tease her.

"Are you implying that perhaps I have feelings for you?"

Kaori had an expression of surprise on her face.

"Oh gosh, no," she quickly denied it. "It could never happen, that's ridicul -"

"What if it could?" he cut her off. Those words rolled out of his tongue without any form of thought behind it.

Kaori was surprised at his serious tone. He was joking with her, she assumed. It had to be a joke. There was no way Kyouya Ootori would possibly want a relationship with a girl like her. Especially a girl that has no experience in relationships. She narrowed her eyes.

"You know what's particularly odd is that Tamaki had the same discussion with me earlier today…" she waited for him to react. He didn't seem surprised. She continued. "Kyouya, you can have any girl in the world –"

"Good. That means I can have you."

"No, it means you can have any girl that has a higher status, a ton of cash and someone who's better. Why settle for less? It's not quite like you to do so." She crossed her arms in satisfaction with herself.

"It is precisely because of the fact that I can not have you." Perhaps it was why Kyouya was so attracted to her. Kaori was never quite like the opposite end of a magnet. She always had the need to repel from him, but that only made Kyouya more motivated. He liked the challenge.

Kaori refused to believe him.

"Kyouya, you don't like me," she shook her head, signifying a big no-no. "And I don't like you. Essentially, this will never work." She felt like she was lecturing a five year old, teaching the basics of common sense.

"You will," he smirked. "I'll make you fall in love with me."

It was Kaori's turn to turn the tables.

"Are you implying that you already have feelings for me?"

"Yes," he simply stated.

"No, you don't. You're not serious. You're just playing around." Their eyes locked with each other. It was another staring competition.

"I most certainly am not."

"You don't know a thing about me," she retorted.

"I know enough to understand that I like you –"

"As a friend. Don't confuse your feelings, Kyouya."

"What's there not to like? I'm rich, attractive and could provide you with more than you can ever imagine," he looked at her like he was the king of the world. Girls would be flocking to his feet, why wasn't she?

Kaori scoffed at him. She shook her head at his huge ego.

"That is exactly why I do not like you. Your ego is enormous."

"So would you rather have a man that's poor –"

"No, Kyouya. That's not what I meant. You and I come from different worlds. I bring no merit. I'm not even sure how I even became your friend. I appreciate your company, but I can only handle so much of your ego all at once," Kaori tried to explain reality to the blinded boy in front of her. "You know, it's so odd seeing you…so out of character when you're by me. You become so irrational."

Kyouya laid back in his seat, digesting what Kaori had said. Irrational? Unfortunately it was true, he was rather irrational beside her. It was dangerous. One slip up, and who knows what could happen. She was the one that brought him back to earth, but that didn't stop him from wanting her. Kaori calmed him, despite his irregular heartbeat. Kaori was the one who made him feel the thrill. It was a nice feeling, a feeling that made him feel liberated from his tight upright lifestyle, but with the hint of reality. It was a perfect mix for him.

Kaori realized she needed to draw the line between her and the raven haired boy. She didn't want to get hurt, not that…she would fall for him in the first place. It was precautionary. She wasn't willing to get attached only to be ripped apart. She was never good at making friends or relationships for that matter. She liked to keep things to herself, she liked being alone. She was used to it.

"I'm going to go now…" she slowly said. Hoping the Ootori would still be in a daze.

"It's raining outside," the Ootori commented.

"Great to know, weather man." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I can give you a ride home," he offered ignoring the obvious sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"A little rain won't hurt me," Kaori reassured. She needed to get away from him anyway.

"I'll walk you to the entrance then." It wasn't an offer. She reluctantly let him follow her out to the doors outside.

It was pouring.

"Still a little rain?" she could hear the smirk in the Ootori's voice.

Kaori really didn't want to spend another minute with the Ootori. She clenched her jaw. She wasn't going to go down with her pride.

"I'm fine, I can walk from here." She reluctantly said. Unfortunately she didn't pack an umbrella, so she put on the hood of her sweater and opened the door. Kyouya put a hand on her arm. His grip was firm, but not forceful.

"You're going to get sick if you walk through that."

Kaori turned around to face him. She gently pried his arm off of hers, knowing that he was only thinking the best for her.

"I'm not a child Kyouya, it's only a little rain. I've been sick enough times to know how to take care of myself. Gosh, you'd make a good mother," she joked, hoping that maybe he'd let her go.

He firmly took her wrist and led her through the deep halls, knowing that she'd be too stubborn to take his offer. He never noticed how tiny her wrist was, she was so fragile he was scared of breaking her apart.

"Kyouya, what are you doing?" Kaori asked as she was hurriedly dragged along to the front of the school.

"Giving you a ride home," he answered.

"I don't need a ride home, stop wasting your time." She tried to take her arm away.

A dark limousine was conveniently parked in front of the school with the chauffeur holding an umbrella, as though he expected Kyouya all this time. Without a word, or even a single gesture, the chauffeur opened the door as Kyouya led her into the car. It happened a little too fast for Kaori to grasp the situation. Kaori tried to get out the other door, but the chauffeur locked it right in time.

"No need to walk in this terrible weather, Miss," the old man said in a deep amicable voice.

"Nakamoto Mans-" Kyouya was about to give the chauffeur the next location when he was cut off by Kaori.

"I don't live there, Kyouya. This is partly the reason why I didn't want you to send me home. But since you insist on giving me a ride, I suppose you can just send me to the subway station," Kaori settled.

Kyouya was not aware of the fact. It piqued his curiosity.

"Then where do you live? I assure you that it isn't any hassle to send you home. Right, Okamoto?" he turned to his chauffer who looked in the mirror and smiled.

"Oh no, of course not. Leaving a pretty lady alone in the rain would never do any good," he said in his deep comforting voice, almost like Kaori's own father.

"I live…" she paused. The last thing Kaori wanted was someone like Kyouya knowing where she lived. On top of that, the event that took place in the library was no help to the situation. "Somewhere," she eventually found the word she was looking for. "Just drop me off at the subway station, it's enough."

Kyouya looked away outside the window. He sighed a little. Kyouya found her frustrating, but he was always up for the challenge. He'd find out where she lived eventually.

"Why do you want to know where I live anyway, it's of no use to you."

She turned towards the driver. "Ah, the station is right ahead after you turn left, Okamoto-san."

The rain had become lighter as they arrived. Kaori curtly thanked Kyouya and the driver as well. He made no reply as he watched her scurry along the wet pavement and slowly disappeared down the stairs to the subway.

There was something interesting about the girl. Throughout his entire life, he realized that his rich upbringing has gotten him wealth, fame and power. Of course, he had to work for these things, but with Kaori…he had to work especially harder. It was a different type of work, more rewarding than any of his gains in the stock market or gaining the approval of his father. This…relationship of some sort, it was odd, but it fit.

"Rather stubborn young lady, isn't she?" Okamoto smiled at the bespectacled boy who was lost in his thoughts.

"Yes," he replied.

"I never quite caught her name. She's from the Nakamoto family, no?" the driver was curious. It wasn't everyday the boy he had driven to school for the past 10 years brought along a girl with him. In a sense, Okamoto felt as though he was more of a fatherly figure to the teenage boy.

"She's the cousin of the heiress."

"Ahh, I see," Okamoto smiled. Kyouya was never the talkative type. But he spent enough time with the boy to read his expression. It was one that he had never seen before. He was in a daze. The driver decided to put away the topic and left the boy to think.


And what if it could?

What was he thinking? What could work? Them? Together?

Kyouya was analyzing the situation. It was all Tamaki's idea. It was his entire fault, completely Tamaki's fault for implanting the idea in his mind. How could such thoughtless words roll off of his tongue? It was definitely not like him.

You become so irrational.

He was treading through deep waters. Sure he felt the thrill, but this as a long-term arrangement…

Do what makes you happy.

She said to him one day after he mentioned he painted. Kyouya looked out his gloomy window. What made him happy?


Kaori was all wet and soaked from the rain.

She personally liked the rain. However, it was only if she was indoors and had the chance to relax while listening to the peaceful rain falling onto her windows.

Today, was a different story. She tried shrugging off what Kyouya had said.

I'll make you fall in love with me.

Love didn't work that way, did it? Kaori was unsure. Romance was never a field of interest for her. In fact, anything to do with love she didn't give too much thought to as it didn't matter to her. She was young, she had time. Perhaps she wasn't thinking this through. Regardless, her education was her priority. Her happiness didn't require useless hormonal teenage needs. She would've expected Kyouya to think the same.

But he didn't, and Kaori couldn't get over the fact that the so-called emotionless Shadow King would have the slight bit of feelings for anyone. She refused to believe that he had feelings for her. Kaori didn't know how to distance herself from the boy. It was already difficult enough in the beginning of the school year; he always seemed to find her. When they spent their time in silence, Kaori was content with the arrangement. He didn't bother her, she didn't bother him. It was mutual.

Kaori thought things through once more. It was the time at the party where she let her walls come down. It was just something about him that made her feel comfortable. It was quite odd for her to feel comfortable around anyone; friendships were difficult for her to form. It wasn't so much that she hated everyone. She just never found much of a common ground with many people. Her quiet behaviour turned away a lot people, and many found her rather boring. They never had the patience to stick with her long enough. The ones who did however, were people she treasured the most.

Kyouya did stick by her, yes, but it was for different reasons. Initially, Kaori believed it was an ulterior motive, she was curious as to what it was. After a period of time, they formed an odd relationship that they both considered as friendship. It was indefinable.

But the bottom line was: they would never be together.


Kyouya made a list. He was a list type of person. It kept him organized. On his list, were things that made him happy. Among the things that made him happy included profit, growth in stocks, coffee and the top of the class technology he liked to acquire. His mind drifted off to Kaori every so often. Kyouya began to hate her for popping into his thoughts, remembering how she blatantly rejected him. Rejection seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

His fingers were placed at his temples with his eyes closed, he was clearly frustrated. He knew very little about her and yet she was the most fascinating person he knew. She was a commoner, a person to pay no attention to and she was a half-blood no less. She was everything society would look down upon.

But there was something about her. He was so drawn to her. It never started off as a romantic attraction, in fact it was the last thing Kyouya would have expected.

It could never happen, she says. Kyouya's eyes lit up, realizing something. The fact that she considered them to be together as a possibility meant something.


Most of the rest of the week was spent in avoidance.

Kaori sat in the gazebo, quietly reading her notes as the wind blew the leaves across the ground. It was chilly, but still mild. She took a deep breath. She hid behind the fenced walls of the gazebo, hoping the raven-haired boy wouldn't find her. Essentially, they were playing hide and seek for the past week.

She looked at her iPod to check the time. Usually, the boy would have found her by now. Not that she was hoping for him to find her… she just noticed a pattern. She deemed that it was safe enough for her to listen to her iPod and enjoy the weather for a little bit. She hummed to herself quietly, and relaxed for a bit. The workload slowly piled up and Kaori didn't have much of a chance for herself to take a break. She was tired but she was glad she was distracted.

She stopped paying attention to her surroundings and drowned herself in studying. She didn't notice the boy shaking his head and smirking when he found her. Kyouya knew the school inside out, a little game of hide and seek was no big deal. The girl slowly lifted her head and rolled her eyes.

"When will you stop following me?" she bluntly said.

"Until we can talk about us," he replied.

"There's nothing to talk about," Kaori was getting impatient. All week they spent their time in awkward silence. As much as Kaori despised having to put the topic to rest, she realized that it needed to be done, but there was nothing else to say besides the fact that it would never work out. This game was going nowhere.

"You said it would never happen," Kyouya said, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Correct. And being the cold, calculating egoist you are, you would agree that being together would have no benef-"

Kyouya cut in, firmly standing his ground. "But there is."

"There's a what?"

"Benefit."

"And what might that possibly be?" Kaori felt she was being ridiculed. The Shadow King was surely joking.

Kyouya was on the verge of telling her the truth, the incredibly childish truth. He couldn't bring himself to go down with his pride like that. Or rather, he couldn't make her take him seriously. The look on her face clearly said that he made no sense.

"You can't possibly like me. You don't even know enough about me –" Kaori started listing off reasons as to why it would never work besides the obvious difference in class.

"Well I suppose we can start now."

"Start what? Getting to know each other? Kyouya, if you haven't noticed, I'm rather boring."

"So am I."

"I… I have no interest in business," surely that would've turned him away from her, Kaori thought.

"We all have our dislikes. I have no interest in photography," Kyouya countered with another one of her interests.

Kaori narrowed her eyes. She sighed.

"Kyouya, I'm not looking for a relationship," she realized that bickering would solve nothing.

"Neither am I."

"…then what were we both talking about for the past minute?" Kaori asked, incredibly confused.

"We don't have to fall in love."

"You claimed that you would make me fall for you, remember?"

"Ah, but you see, you'll be falling for me, but I won't be falling for you."

Kaori was stunned. This kid had the audacity to talk about being in a relationship when he had no clue what one was. He was defining a dysfunctional and superficial relationship that made no sense whatsoever.

"Then what the hell is the point if the feelings aren't mutual? Are you even aware of what a relationship is? Clearly you don't, Kyouya. Seriously, think about it. If anyone is going into a relationship, they'd want a stable and… well, a normal relationship where you can… do…stuff," Kaori started off ranting but ended up sounding stupid because she didn't want to sound cheesy. She pieced her words together seeing as Kyouya was waiting for the rest of her sentence.

"I don't want a stupid fling with anyone. Especially with you."

"I never said I wanted a fling with you."

"Well you sure implied it. While we're at it, can I just mention that you make no sense whatsoever? First you say you'll make me fall for you, next you say we don't have to fall in love, and now you claim you d-" Kyouya pushed her down close to the ground so the both of them could hide behind the fenced gazebo.

Kaori was confused at the sudden action. "What happened? Did you see any-" she was cut off.

Kyouya's lips crashed onto hers with no hesitation. His arms snaked around her waist as she sat frozen, still unsure of what to respond with. Her hands reached up to his chest as she tried to push him away but unfortunately he was too strong. Kyouya smirked at her weak resistance, deepening the kiss. She tasted so good he couldn't help but want more. As she started to respond he was pleasantly surprised. She was a little unsure of what to do at first, but eventually getting the hang of it and… she bit him. He pulled away bringing his fingers up to his lips to ensure that they were okay. She kicked him off of her as he was still recovering from her bite.

"What the hell?" she yelled.

"Quiet down, someone might hear you."

"Well they might as well because that sexual harassment," she sneered.

"You enjoyed it," he smirked as he watched her flustered expression.

"I certainly did not enjoy having you try to stick your tongue down my throat."

"Well you definitely took pleasure in it at some point or you wouldn't have responded, now would you?"

"I don't understand how you think you'll win me over with…that," she referred to the whole idea of intimacy and being physical. "Surely, I thought you would be at least more considerate, but I suppose a bastard will always stay a bastard."

Kaori got up ready to leave. Kyouya took her wrist and pulled her down again. Their eyes locked. Kaori felt a little intimidated, eye contact was never something she was good at. Their faces were so close to each other that they both felt their breaths in the cold fall weather.

He turned to her ear and with his husky voice he apologized.

"For what?" she was still angry. She didn't know what to believe. Was he legitimately apologizing, or just saying it so he could grab another chance to kiss her?

"For… being irrational and impractical," he reluctantly replied. It seemed as though he had a hard time to voice out his feelings.

"Is that your way of saying, 'I'm sorry I kissed you but you're absolutely amazing I can't resist'?" she half-joked.

"I suppose. Not quite sure about you being absolutely amazing…" he trailed off, still in a whisper.

She playfully punched him. "Still doesn't make me forgive you. If you want me, then…"

He waited.

Then what? Kaori didn't know. She wasn't thinking properly, and at the same time she didn't know how to retract her previous statement. At the back of her mind, she didn't really want to retract her statement. Kaori made the wrong move to look back in his eyes, which were eagerly waiting for an answer. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. She didn't want to disappoint him, but she knew getting involved with him would bring no good.

"Then…give me time." She reluctantly answered.

Time. It was good. It was time to stall. Time to make him realize she wasn't right for him.

Or time for her to realize that she couldn't resist the bespectacled boy in front of her.


A/N: I hope you're all having a wonderful winter break and Happy Holidays to all. I apologize for not updating for a month... not that many people read this anyway haha. I'm struggling on trying to move this relationship forward... I hope it's not such a drag to read.

It's hard to piece Kyouya's emotionless character together, while trying to make him stick to reality but still having this attraction towards Kaori. Basically, I'm stuck. I hope he's not too out of character. I see Kyouya being more physically intimate because he can't express his feelings. While Kaori being more on the emotional side and uncomfortable with being all physical...

I apologize for rambling. Thank you for reading and reviews are always appreciated!