Clutching the little black notebook close to her turned chest, Kagome giggled and pushed a little harder on Tamaki's cheek when his fingers brushed up against the spine. "Tamaki-kun!" she smiled, knowing that she was probably just a few seconds away from becoming a Tamaki-Kagome sandwich. Shifting her hold on the notebook so it was just ever so slightly out of his reach, she felt her chair beginning to tilt when she laughed, "It isn't even the actual one he's been using! It's new!"

"Maybe you missed something, Kagome!" Tamaki sang. "Just let me seeee!"

"No, stop!" she told him. "It's mine!"

"Just one little peeeek—Ooof!"

"Ah." Kagome blinked in the space where the Suoh heir had previously been, before glancing down to find his chair had been pulled out from under him and sent him face first into the floor at her feet. Looking back at the Ootori boy casually adjusting his glasses, his fingers brushing aside another page of their textbook, she shook her head. "Kyoya-kun," she breathed, "that wasn't very nice."

Smiling pleasantly, Kyoya only replied, "I'm not sure what you're accusing me of exactly, Kagome-chan."

"Why are you always so mean to me?" Tamaki cried, turning his head to pout up at his best friend. Large droplets forming in the corner of his eyes at the continued abuse, he froze instinctively when he saw the way Kyoya's glasses glinted back at him.

"If you learned to stay in your own seat," Kyoya said slowly, looking every bit like an adult scolding a small child, "perhaps you would have realized it was about to fall over, Tamaki."

The first deadly, possessive wave of energy hitting him when the Ootori shifted his attention back to the girl shaking her head at them both, Tamaki scrambled back up into his chair with an anguished cry. "Kagggoommmee!" He turned his crocodile tears to her, knowing that the girl was the best possible way to avoid the beast sitting behind him. "Tell Kyoya that I only wanted to look at his notebook!"

Blinking obliviously, Kagome said, "I think he knows that, Tamaki-kun."

Another oppressive wave coming from the other boy, Tamaki yelped.

Using the notebook to hide her next giggle, Kagome watched as the blonde prince buried his head underneath his textbook and began to mumble about… dragons? and princesses who clearly did not need to be saved. Her attention solely on the Suoh boy's overly dramatic antics, she gasped when she felt the little book pulled effortlessly from her grasp. "Hey!"

Smirking down at her, Kyoya cracked open the spine.

"You give that back!" she growled. Up and out of her seat in an instant, she narrowed her eyes when she heard the sound of his pen clicking into position. Holding onto the edge of her dress, watching as the pen settled against the first blank page, she launched herself at him before he ever finished the first stroke. "Kyoya-kun!"

Easily sidestepping the obvious assault, the Ootori boy only smiled down at her when she ended up sprawled halfway across the top of his desk. Finishing what he had written with ease, Kyoya tilted his head just enough that the light hid his eyes behind the glare of his glasses when he found himself faced with Kagome's light blush. Snapping the notebook shut, his smile softened ever so slightly around the corner at the sight of her pushing herself away from the surface and straightening her dress. "No need to pout, Kagome-chan," he chuckled.

Her face quickly twisting into a scowl, she felt the expression fall away when he wordlessly offered the little black notebook back to her.

When she did not take it right away, staring up at him in confusion, he added, "I only wanted to make sure that Tamaki wouldn't have a reason to try and steal it from you again."

"...oh?"

"Kyoya?" Tamaki whispered to himself, watching the exchange as the Higurashi girl slowly reached for the item and pulled it close to her chest once more. His eyes taking in the sight of them standing close together, Kagome blinking up at Kyoya with an obvious blush on her face, he felt his heart ache for them when Kagome's mouth slowly opened in wonder and Kyoya's gaze fixed upon her lips immediately. His hand fisting on his desk, he wondered if maybe this time…

Vvvrrvrrvvzzz Vvvvrvvrrzzz

Startled by the sound, Kagome's head whipped in the opposite direction when her bag vibrated loudly against the metal edge of her desk and then fell over. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the embarrassment rise when more faces turned curiously at the sound of her phone rattling everything around inside her bag. Laughing a little nervously, she said, "I must've forgotten to turn that off earlier."

Thank god it had not chosen to go off before the class ended and the teacher left.

Most of the eyes turning away, used to the dramatic commotion often created by the three of them in class since they had become friends the year before, the Higurashi girl sighed in relief. Settling the little black notebook gently on her desk, she bent over and easily retrieved the bag from where it had settled once the vibrating had stopped.

His molten silver gaze shifting, Kyoya coughed and settled himself back into his desk when the beauty straightened.

The device snapping open with a flick of her wrist once she had dug it out of the bottom of her school bag, Kagome blinked a few times at the screen. She ignored the way Tamaki tried to read her texts by kneeling in his assigned seat, and just shook her head slightly at the boy's continued antics. Replying before she turned the phone on silent, she blinked when she immediately got a response. "Oh."

"Who is it, Kagome?" Tamaki asked curiously, tilting his head at the look on her face.

"Saito-sensei." She frowned, tapping away on the screen. Sitting back down at her desk, Kagome sighed when the reply finally popped up for her to read, before she looked up into the concerned eyes of her friend. "She said that an emergency came up, so our club rehearsal is canceled for the day. She wanted to make sure I knew, since she usually gives me a ride afterward." Pulling lightly at the edge of her collar, she grimaced, saying, "I think mama has to pick Souta up from soccer practice today, so I guess I'll have to ride the bullet train home."

His gaze hooded, Kyoya offered, "It wouldn't be too—" and sighed when Tamaki wailed.

"No, absolutely not!" Tamaki declared, his chair toppling over when he sprang from it. His hand settling dramatically on his forehead, he shook his head at the thought of the raven haired beauty having to ride the bullet train ever again. "As the Host King, it is my duty to offer you aid in your time of need, Kagome!"

"Tamaki-kun, it's really not that bad," she scratched her cheek, knowing why he was acting up almost immediately. It had only ever happened once, but she supposed that that was enough. Even Saito-sensei had been appalled, insisting on taking her home herself once she had learned of the incident. "You don't really need to worry about me being molested just because commoners ride it to and from work."

"Nonsense, all of it!" He waved away what she said without a second thought, continuing, "Those heathens won't get the chance to violate such a delicate, beautiful flower, because you will be coming to the Host Club after school. Kyoya and I will give you a ride home afterward." A light bulb going on over his head, he suddenly smiled, "Oh, it'll be just like old times, Kagome! I can play the piano for all the lovely maidens who attend, and you can sing, my sweet dove!"

"Uh." Blinking rapidly, she turned her head slightly and found herself pinned beneath an intense, steely eyed stare that dared her to refuse. With the two of them working in tandem, she only sighed in defeat knowing that there was no way around it. Smiling a little as she tucked her phone back into her school bag, she said, "I guess I could do that, since you're going to give me a ride."

A happy cry escaping him, Tamaki forgot himself for a moment and launched himself at the raven haired beauty. The textbook that smacked him in the face halted the motion, leaving him sprawled halfway between their desks. "Kyoya, why…?" he whimpered, despite knowing the answer.

The teacher for their new course entering a moment later, the man only sighed, "Suoh-san, please return to your desk." He paused at the whiteboard, before glancing back again to say, "And stay there this time, will you?"

Moaning, Tamaki's voice was dejected. "Yes, sensei…"

Unable to stop the giggle that escaped her, Kagome quickly looked away when the blonde boy turned to her with large, watering eyes at the sound. Her fingers brushing against the little black notebook still settled on her desk, she felt her face flush a little, embarrassed by her earlier reaction to having it taken away from her. A shiver rushed up her spine with the movement, her fingers continuing to lightly stroke the cover, and she turned her head a little to find Kyoya watching her with a tilted smirk. 'What did you write?' she mouthed, hoping he would understand.

The Ootori boy only glanced down at it for a moment, his eyes molten pits of silver.

Finally cracking the notebook open alongside her textbook, she paused. Her fingertips brushing underneath the neat kanji he had written across the middle of the first page, she felt her blush quickly start to spread when she looked back at him in question. "Kyoya...kun?" she breathed quietly, somewhat disappointed that he had returned his attention to the lesson taking place.

Her heart felt like it was in her throat when her cobalt colored eyes settled back onto the words, her fingers brushing underneath them to make sure she was reading them correctly one last time before she returned to the lesson herself if she could.

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Higurashi Kagome -

Does it start with a monochrome kiss?