Kyoya sat in the shadows, long fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table as he watched the room. A dozen girls fluttered about like butterflies. One in particular captured his attention, lilac in a sea of yellows. The dress was at least two seasons out of date, with its pale lace along the cuffs, completely different from the uniforms the others wore. He tipped his head to the side, studying the paleness of the girl's cheeks and the infinite curiosity of her pearlescent eyes.
The tip of Kyoya's tongue ran across his lips as he watched the girl's friends giggling over Tamaki. The blond smiled graciously at the three women, kissing a hand then lowering himself into a rakish bow. Kyoya heard the fainting sigh from across the room. Huffing out a soft breath, he closed the ledger in front of him. Normally, he lingered in the background of the Host Club, preferring to watch rather than interact.
Except, the flash of lavender continued to draw Kyoya's attention no matter where he looked. Tamaki continued his shameless if inaccurate flattery of the girl's friends, but Kyoya's quarry pulled away from them. He paused, watching as she slipped from the crowded tables at the center of the room and moved toward the same edges that he preferred. She stopped by a window, warm sunlight creating a soft halo around her body.
To her credit, the girl didn't startle when Kyoya slid up behind her. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"
When she turned, Kyoya put on his most ingratiating smile and pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. "Could I be of service somehow?"
A delicate blush suffused her cheeks, adding warmth to the cold porcelain of her skin. "I-I-I'm afraid I'm out of place here."
"Nonsense," Kyoya assured her, debating if placing a hand on her shoulder would be too forward. It remained at his side. "An heiress such as yourself is exactly what this club exists for. A place to simply be, without the weight of our family's expectations."
The woman's head tipped to the side as she studied Kyoya's face, and he feared that he'd overstepped himself. That wasn't like him, but foreigners were difficult to read sometimes. He saw the question in her eyes. "Ootori Kyoya," he offered.
"Hyuuga Hinata," the girl said. Kyoya almost laughed. As if he didn't know who she was.
Hinata offered her hand and Kyoya wrapped it with his, bringing it up to plant a feather light kiss on the skin. Her face deeped to an alarming shade of red as their fingers brushed when she pulled back. "A name more beautiful than any flower I could compare you to."
Frowning at the deepening purple of Hinata's face, Kyoya frowned. "May I get you some water? A chair, perhaps?"
"I'm-I'm fine," Hinata stammered, a trait that Kyoya had never found endearing until this moment. "It's just terribly warm in here."
"Is it?" Kyoya leaned across the space between them to throw open the window. A soft, squeaking gasp caught his attention moments before Hinata swooned and fainted. Kyoya frowned down at the girl in arms, a curious smile playing on his lips. How interesting.
