Chapter Nine
Kyoya
The Space Between
Studying with Kanami Inao was delightfully unproductive, for me anyway. We sat in her study, surrounded by her books. She lay stretched out on her stomach with a textbook and her laptop in front of her. I caught myself glancing at her frequently from my spot on the couch. She had offered me her desk, but the view from here was much more appealing.
She was distracting me without realizing it. The way she was propped up on her elbows gave allowed for the slightest bit of her chest to be exposed as she focused on taking notes on what she was reading. Her shorts were just short enough to show her slender, smooth thighs.
It wasn't enough that she was probably much smarter than I would ever be, but she had to be damn gorgeous on top of that. Had she been anyone else I would've had her already, but there was something innocent behind the way she acted that kept me from coming on to her. The way she kissed me bled with inexperience. She was pure, and as much as I wanted to ruin that, I knew I had to take time with her.
"Have you taken this class, Ootori-senpai? You're studying business too, right?" Her voice broke me from my thoughts.
"Yeah, last year. I had it with Ito-San." I closed the book I had been struggling to read.
"I can't figure out what he's asking." She sat up and grabbed her laptop. "We're meant to be writing an analysis of the importance of marketing trends, but I don't really get the requirements here." She moved towards me and placed her laptop on my knees, the screen facing me.
I glanced down at the laptop, seeing the assignment I had help Ito-san create when I had taken the class last year. I couldn't ignore the image of Kanami on her knees in front of me. I felt myself wishing I could tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her on to me, and feel those full lips wrapped around my now-throbbing erection.
"He's asking for a real-life example." I managed. "Something you've noticed happening in marketing recently, and whether you believe it is effective or not."
"Like live streaming?"
"Pretty cliche, but yes." I nodded. "I can't give you too much help though. Ito-san would notice."
She sighed, "Probably. Ouran's too small." She took her laptop and shut the lid. "I need more coffee."
"Maybe we should take a break." Not like I had even started. I kept thinking about tying her to the legs of her desk, keeping her on the floor where my good girl belonged. I wondered how she would handle being tied up, if she would even be interested. I was almost scared to ask. I wondered if she would even want to take on my particular brand fucking.
"You seem a bit off, Ootori-senpai."
I pushed my glasses up on my nose. "You're very intuitive, Kanami-san."
"What's on your mind?" She stood up. My eyes were immediately drawn to her thighs. I wondered vaguely what it would be like between them. Her innocent concern was more than I could handle.
I pulled her down to my lap, positioning her so that her knees were on either side of me. My hands went to her hips as I kissed her slowly, letting her body ease against mine. Her movements were hesitant and unsure, a contrast to her normal confidence. Her hands rested on my chest softly. I let my hands wander, running over her sides, her legs.
This time, it was her that broke away first. "Ootori-senpai, all of this, it doesn't seem like you."
"What do you mean?"
"You showed up at my house, ate breakfast, helped me clean, hatched a plan to get back at your father, and you've kissed me twice." She spoke so rapidly that I could hardly keep up, her American accent certainly didn't make it any easier. "I thought you hated me."
"Maybe I'm using you." I shrugged. She had apparently figured me out easier than what I had realized.
"Makes sense." She gave me a pained look before getting off my lap. She wordlessly left the room.
I ran my hand through my hair. She was right. Coming here wasn't like me. When Kaoru told me what Kanami's mother had said to her I had wanted to go to her side immediately. I wanted to remind her that she was more than what Amelia Claire had perceived her to be. I wanted to show her more than my normally stoic self.
My feelings toward Kanami were complicated to say the very least. The rest of the Host Club noticed, despite my best efforts to keep them under wraps. I held both anger and affection towards her, and every emotion in between. She and I were the same on the most basic level. We both wanted to be more than what our parents would ever allow us to be. But even beyond that, we both had walls that had yet to be breached.
Normal Kyoya would've left. The Kyoya that Kanami needed me to be pursued her.
