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(F/n) = First name

(L/n) = Last name

(h/c) = Hair color

(N) = Nationality (i.e. American, Canadian, Spaniard, Swede, etc.)

(i/c/f) = Ice cream flavor

Neighbors and Ice Cream

Kyoya sucked in a deep breath, attempting to calm the swirling sensation in his stomach before he knocked three times on the front door.

"Coming!"

The ravenet finally exhaled. He wasn't used to being this nervous, but really, who could blame him? It was only the second date.

While he waited for (F/n) to come outside, he gazed around the apartment complex she lived in. He still wasn't all that impressed with it. The infrastructure had obviously seen better days, even if it wasn't in danger of crumbling just yet, and comparing the size of the building to the number of apartments it contained, the rooms must be horrendously small.

The door in front of him opened, reclaiming Kyoya's attention. (F/n) was dressed in a very pretty black dress with dark blue hints around the skirt and sleeves, a small black handbag on her left shoulder and her (h/c) hair pinned back elegantly.

Kyoya couldn't help the small smile he gave her, "You look stunning, (F/n)."

"Oh… thank you, Kyoya. You look great, too. Um…" The woman blushed, suddenly noticing the bouquet of red roses her date was holding. Kyoya gently held them out for her to take, and she did, her face somehow burning hotter than before. "I'm… going to quickly put these in a vase. Do… do you want to come in, or-"

Before she could finish her offer, the apartment door to the left opened. The two adults turned to look at it just as a little girl poked her head out at them.

The girl tilted her head, her large brown eyes gazing straight at the strange man talking to her neighbor, "Who tha'?"

Kyoya blinked, the sudden presence of a strange child throwing him off briefly, "Uh…"

"Haruhi! Haruhi, darling, come back here!" A man appeared in the doorway and snatched the little girl up. She went without a fuss, but continued to stare directly at Kyoya.

She didn't even look away when she lightly poked her father's chest, "Da'? Who tha'?"

"Who's… oh!" (F/n)'s neighbor smiled brightly when he noticed Kyoya, stepping out of his own apartment to offer a handshake, "You must be Ootori Kyoya! I've heard so much about you from (F/n)! My name is Fujioka Ryoji, and this is my daughter, Haruhi!"

It took another second or two, but Kyoya was finally able to recenter and smile graciously while he shook the man's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you both." He even extended a hand for Haruhi. After a moment's hesitation, she wrapped her hand around three of his fingers and he gave her a soft little handshake.

"Who you?"

The ravenet raised an eyebrow, "I am… a friend of your neighbor, (L/n)-san…" He glanced to the side to gauge his date's reaction, but (F/n) had disappeared. He blinked and turned fully, looking around the empty balcony. Where did she go?

"She went back inside. Probably to put those beautiful roses in a vase." Ryoji winked, "Good call."

Before Kyoya could thank him, or hide his blush, (F/n) was back outside, "Kyoya? Shouldn't we head to the play?"

"Yes, we probably should."

"Wait!" Haruhi's wide brown eyes were watching her neighbor imploringly, "Where go? I come!"

(F/n) laughed, walking over to teasingly boop the small girl's nose, "Don't worry, Haruhi. I'll be back soon. Don't get into trouble while I'm gone."

Haruhi pouted, but nodded and sat back in her father's arms. Kyoya couldn't help but stare at the small girl in interest while his date exchanged goodbyes with her neighbor until (F/n) gently took his hand to lead him down the stairs. He held open the passenger's side door for her, receiving a smile, before quickly walking around to his own side.

The car wasn't even on for a full ten seconds when their conversation started, "So… what do you think of my neighbors?"

Kyoya smirked, "The two that I've seen? They're interesting. Especially Haruhi. She seems… rather intelligent. More so than I had expected..."

"I know. And she hasn't even started school yet. That's next year."

"So she's even younger than Tamaki? Oh my." Kyoya couldn't help but feel impressed. He took a left turn to get on the main road before breaching his next question, "And Fujioka-san… is he…"

"Like you?"

"...Yes."

"No, but I'm surprised his wife wasn't home yet. Kotoko is a lawyer, apparently a really good one, and she works during the day while Ryoji works night shifts, so there's always someone to take care of Haruhi."

Kyoya smiled, "That's good. Especially since Haruhi apparently likes to open doors by herself. I remember when Tamaki first learned how to do that."

"Oh, really? Please continue."

*Time Skip*

(F/n) calmly flipped through her play pamphlet, skimming some of advertisements in the back before returning to the front, where all the actors were listed. After a moment of hesitation, she glanced to the man on her left.

"And you know… how many of these actors?"

"Only a handful," Kyoya shrugged, quickly finishing up with a few emails so he could turn his phone off with peace of mind, "I went to school with some of them, but I personally know more of the people who run the production."

"Like Ishii-san?"

Kyoya hums, finally turning the phone off, "Indeed. We weren't in the same grade, of course, or even the same class, but we knew of each other."

(F/n) nodded and crossed her legs, looking around the theater. It was a grand building, spacious and imposing. Hundreds of other people milled around them, finding their own seats or talking with each other to fill the silence until the play started. The (N) had a feeling she would definitely be seeing places like this more often now that she was on the arm of Ootori Kyoya. Not that she minded… but there was something that still bothered her.

"Kyoya? Are you worried that Tamaki and his classmates will…" She bit her bottom lip, already regretting bringing up the topic. It probably sounded like she was trying to insult him! Wow, way to be, (F/n)...

However, Kyoya merely nudged the back of her hand with his own, reclaiming her attention, "Are you referring to how I gained more business partners than friends from my time at Ouran Academy?"

"Um… maybe?"

The man sighed, "I don't know, but I certainly hope not. Tamaki is in an odd position, especially with his personality. He's a very friendly and open boy with two close friends already, and I've encouraged him to make more… but there's no telling how his classmates are being raised."

(F/n) sighed, hesitantly taking Kyoya's hand, "Well… from what I've seen… they all look like real friends right now." He didn't respond for a few moments, but when she attempted to pull her hand back he held on instead. And just as the lights dimmed and the noise in the theater rose as people frantically shuffled to their seats, (F/n) swore she heard him whisper something.

"I believe you."

*Time Skip*

"No! That's not true! I don't believe a word you say!" (F/n) laughed loudly as her date continued to deny the truth to her story, laughing himself. She managed to calm down enough to take a few more licks of (i/c/f) before the treat dripped over her fingers.

Kyoya lightly squeezed her left hand, which was clasped in his right as they walked back to (F/n)'s apartment complex, "How were you not arrested?"

She shrugged, "I'm good at running for my life. Besides, I still don't believe half of your stories. You would've had to skip out of school for most of them! A beach trip on a Tuesday? How could you, Mister 'Proper', have been convinced to do that?"

"My friends are insane." Kyoya chuckled and quickly polished off his own ice cream cone. Even though he was not a big fan of sweets, the ravenet felt the need to pat himself on the back. Tonight was going even better than he'd hoped for. Compared to their dinner last weekend, only being recognized and spoken to three times was like complete and total privacy. And a nice walk to and from the ice cream place near the apartments, holding hands on the way back… it felt perfect.

(F/n) giggled again as she finished her dessert, contently laying her head on her date's shoulder, wrapping her newly freed hand around his arm. Her apartment complex was growing closer, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed. This had been so nice…

Kyoya linked their fingers together, drawing yet another blush from the woman beside him as they made their way up the stairs.

Sooner than either of them wanted, they were standing outside (F/n)'s door. She unhappily reached for the keys in her purse one-handedly, not wanting to release Kyoya's hand just yet.

She scuffed her toe against the cement, averting her eyes from the man beside her, "Um… do you want to come inside for a bit? I'm sure you have more stories."

"I do… but I told Takashi I'd pick Tamaki up before Mitsukuni's bedtime. And if I go in with you, I'll never want to leave." (F/n)'s cheeks darkened, especially as Kyoya drew her hand up to kiss her knuckles.

She couldn't help the soft giggle, "Such a gentleman. Most dates don't usually end like that, so I've heard."

"And what is it you've heard?"

The (N) peeked up at her date. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, the red and purple lights dancing along the rims of Kyoya's glasses as he stared back. He was still holding her hand.

"Ah… well… this is typically where… we…" She didn't finish, her breath stolen by Kyoya taking a step closer before slowly capturing her lips with his own. (F/n)'s eyes slid shut immediately, happily looping her arms around Kyoya's neck. She faintly registered his own hands holding her hips as the kiss continued on.

A few seconds later and they parted, light pink blushes dusting their cheeks as they caught their breath. (F/n)'s hands slid down until they rested on Kyoya's shoulders, eyelids fluttering as her brain rebooted. Kyoya was smiling as he observed her reaction. It was only a small smile, but it got (F/n) giggling again. She felt like a teenager again, experiencing her first kiss...

"(F/n)?"

"Mm?"

"I greatly enjoyed our second date, and I would love to take you on another one... as my girlfriend, if you wouldn't mind?"

Her giggling kicked up a notch, and she had to restrain herself from hiding her face in his shirt. God! She was acting like she was fifteen! "I'd like that. Very much!" Kyoya's smile widened a little, happily returning the hug (F/n) gave him.

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