So, I've recently received some concerns and complaints regarding this story and I'd like to clear the air: I have this story posted on three (3) different sites. DeviantArt (WeSpinNotTwirl), (hostclubmanager17), and Wattpad (hostclubmanager17). I am both WeSpinNotTwirl and hostclubmanager17. I appreciate everyone who has been looking out for me, but my work hasn't been stolen. Please don't report me.

Thank you to AusllyBeliever, Shadow Spears, ktmyldy28, and Fonix Girl for your reviews on my last chapter! I know you've waited a long time for this chapter so I'm gonna wrap it up and get right to it!

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(F/n) = First name

(L/n) = Last name

(e/c) = Eye color

(h/c) = Hair color

(f/c) = Favorite color

(N) = Nationality

Tattletale

The second hand of the clock over the doorway ticked its way around the clock face, accompanied by the rustling of paper and pencils. (F/n) smiled proudly at her students as they worked on their last assignment of the day. It was only a few addition problems, an easy thing to round out the semester.

Not to her surprise, Tamaki was one of the first students done, smiling back at his Sensei as he put his pencil down. Fairly quickly after that the rest of the students began to finish. Even Haruka, who used to struggle with math of any kind, completed her assignment with a big smile.

When the final pencil was set on its desk, (F/n) stood up, "Is everyone done? Good. Here are the answers."

She rattled off ten different numbers, none over the number twenty, and kept a careful eye on her student's expressions. According to the multiple cheers and giggling, a majority got their answers completely correct. Wonderful!

Setting her textbook down, she leaned against her desk, "Does anyone have any questions about the problems?"

"No, (L/n)-sensei," rang out around the room, prompting another big smile.

"Excellent! Well, that's the last thing I had planned for today. After I've collected your tests, please feel free to play."

A big cheer sounded, accompanied by excited babble as (F/n)'s students began to plan. As she collected each test, one by one, the student it belonged to slipped out of their seat and ran to the different play areas of the room. Some grabbed books. Others pulled out the blocks or other toys. But a majority of her kids bee-lined it for the art corner. By the time (F/n) placed the pile of tests onto her own desk, everyone was happily entertaining themselves.

She gave the clock another glance. Half an hour before the final bell rang. Enough time to grade the tests and hand them to the parents as they collected their children. Or… more likely to the butlers and maids assigned to the children.

As quickly as the negative thought came, (F/n) pushed it away. It wasn't right for her to judge so harshly. She didn't know the whole story. And besides, wasn't it sort of a good thing that the mothers of these children weren't forced to quit their jobs and be a stay-at-home parent? To have both strong female and male roles in their lives was a very good thing for these children…

Still, it didn't shock (F/n) that she had fallen so quickly for the only father who came to pick up his son in person.

Twenty-five minutes later and the grading was complete. Only nines and tens! (F/n) felt her chest swell a little with pride for her kids. They were so smart! She glanced up at the room again. Everyone was playing nicely still. A few had changed activities, but seemed to be cleaning up after themselves as they went.

Tamaki caught her eye and beamed before calling her over. Without hesitation she left her seat and went to kneel by his desk. The blond had numerous markers and stickers scattered across the dark wood, as well as a few scribbled-on sheets of paper.

"What have we got here?"

"Look, (L/n)-sensei! Look!"

"Oh! What a handsome prince!"

"It's me!" Tamaki pushed some of his papers around, most of them also showcasing stick figures with golden crowns on their heads, "I also drew one of Papa! And you!"

(F/n) brought a hand to her chest, touched, "You made me a princess? How sweet!"

"No. You're not a princess."

Her heart dropped. She wasn't? But… she thought Tamaki was really starting to like her… Was it starting to get to him that his father had someone else in his life? Was this the downward spiral-

"You're the queen! See? Uncle Hikaru calls Papa the 'Shadow King', so I drew that first…" (F/n) nodded in slow understanding. There was Kyoya with his black hair, apparently wearing a black robe with a grey sash across his chest.

"And since you're gonna marry Papa that makes you Queen! See?"

If (F/n)'s heart hadn't stopped the moment Tamaki said 'marry', she would've gushed over the pretty (f/c) dress Tamaki had drawn her in or the pretty crown he'd given her. Thankfully, before she could say anything, the final bell of the day rang.

Straightening up, (F/n) called out to the rest of the room, "Okay, everyone! Time to clean up! Once everything is put away and you've grabbed your bags, we can wait on the front lawn for your rides to come since it's so nice out. Okay?"

Some of the children whined, but did as they were told. Tamaki gathered his markers and the paper he hadn't used and went to put them away, leaving (F/n) alone to gather her thoughts.

Marriage? Tamaki's already thinking about marriage? Is that something he heard Kyoya say? Or Hitachiin-san? Or are those his own, child-like thoughts? I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about it… off and on. But so soon? It's not practical to put a lot of thought into it, really. Not that'd I really have to think- no, no I'd have to think more about it. But later. Much later. And… I'd better let Kyoya learn about Tamaki's thought process on his own.

The (h/c) let out a sigh and went to assist in the clean up. As she helped sort the blocks back into their correct bins, she couldn't help but giggle a little as another thought came to her.

Kyoya certainly has a persistent wingman.

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"Bye, Ai-chan!"

"Bye bye…"

(F/n)'s heart sank a little more at the girl's sad goodbye as she was lead to her limo. She wasn't the only one to be upset about not seeing her friends or teacher for the next couple months. A few of (F/n)'s students had actually started crying, which almost made (F/n) cry.

Ugh, her emotions were such a mess…

She tucked her right foot behind her left as she resettled herself on the bench. Her small smile returned as she watched her remaining student play in the grass. Tamaki was cheering as he got grass stains all over his shirt and pants, occasionally pausing to wave happily at any passing high schooler as they left their own building. (F/n) wasn't surprised by the number of girls clutching their chest and cooing as they passed the small blond. That boy was simply too adorable for his own good.

(F/n) checked her watch again. Almost 4, now. She smiled, but couldn't help the seed of doubt taking root in her lower belly. While at the beginning of the school year Kyoya had a fairly similar schedule day by day, for the past few weeks his arrival times at the school had grown to be… various. Sometimes he arrived earlier than usual, but more often than not he showed up later and later until (F/n) found herself questioning whether she should take Tamaki back home herself via the train system. What would today be like? Clearly he wasn't showing up early… but how long was she going to be sitting outside with Tamaki, waiting for Kyoya-

"Papa!"

(F/n) blinked herself out of her thoughts, a bright smile spreading across her face at the sight of her boyfriend walking across the lawn towards her. Tamaki, of course, reached Kyoya first. He took a flying leap at his father, nearly knocking the man down before he could lift Tamaki into his arms. (F/n) stood and walked over to the pair, unable to not laugh along as Kyoya playfully tickled at Tamaki's belly. It did not escape her notice how some of the older students and faculty who were also outside were watching with barely hidden confusion in their eyes. How many people expected Kyoya to be cold-hearted? What had his reputation been while he was a student at Ouran himself?

Then Kyoya caught (F/n)'s eyes and she cast her train of thought aside, gladly taking the arm he offered to her after setting his son back on the ground. Tamaki grabbed his backpack off the grass before leading the two adults towards the parking lot.

(F/n) allowed her head to rest against Kyoya's shoulder as they followed the small boy, "How was your day, Kyoya?"

"Satisfactory. Nothing interesting to report, to be honest. And you?"

"It was good. Mildly heartbreaking saying goodbye to the children."

Kyoya adjusted their arms so they were holding hands instead, their fingers carefully lacing together, "Is that so? Well, it's only for two months. And you'll still see at least one of them over break."

"That's true…" She hummed to herself as Tamaki grabbed his father's free hand, "So, shall we go over the plan for tonight again?"

*Flashback*

"Kyoya… I gotta go home…" (F/n) did her best to whine, but her smile gave her away as her boyfriend pressed in for yet another kiss. The (h/c) sighed in exasperation, but responded anyways.

"Seriously, Kyo…" she mumbled against his lips.

"It's only eight at night… Tamaki's not being dropped back off for another half an hour."

"Mhm, and you have things to do before that happens. Dishes, laundry..." (F/n) trailed off and tilted her head, arms still loosely draped over Kyoya's shoulders. A moan slipped out as Kyoya pressed her more firmly against the front door of his house.

Kyoya must've sensed a wavering in her decision, his chest jumping with a short laugh before his teeth grabbed a hold of (F/n)'s bottom lip. The (h/c)'s head was spinning. In the back of her mind, she was sure that she wasn't getting enough oxygen, but another part of her didn't mind so terribly, either. She'd die happy at the very least.

Thankfully, Kyoya pulled away before she could pass out, allowing for a handful of deep breaths before attempting to go back in. He made a soft noise of annoyance when his girlfriend turned her head, causing his lips to graze her cheek instead. (F/n) only laughed, placing her hands against Kyoya's shoulders before turning back to face him.

She didn't dare bite at her lip, knowing Kyoya apparently took that as a challenge to capture her lip himself, but it was hard. Especially with such a handsome man pressed so close, his hands a warm, solid presence on her hips. His pupils had even blown out a little.

Instead of just kissing him again like she wanted to, (F/n) ran her fingers through his hair, fixing the mused mess as best as she could, "Isn't there anything I can say that will let me leave at a reasonable time?"

"Hmm… nothing much comes to mind." Kyoya's eyes danced with mischief as he said those words, and (F/n) could help but marvel at the man she had managed to find.

If she'd been having this conversation with anyone else, she'd be freaking out over the idea of not actually being allowed to leave the other's house of her own choosing. But this was Kyoya. Should she actually give him a reason that she had to go, right at that very moment, he would release her. Something he'd already done a few times before when they were in similar situations. The fact that she had continued to play along with his little game tonight gave Kyoya permission to tease and shower her with affection as he pleased.

As it was, Kyoya ducked his head into the crook of (F/n)'s neck as she hummed again, "Is that so? Well, what if I told you I was invited to a party next week and I need a plus one to parade around?"

That sure got his attention.

Kyoya moved back, giving his girlfriend an expression of consideration, "Really? What kind of party?"

"Oh, it's just a staff party at Ouran Academy. A sort-of "Congratulations on making it to Summer Break". And it's a good way for me to get to know more of the staff around the schools, instead of just the elementary teachers."

"Do you think it's a good idea to have me there?" Kyoya's eyes were no longer playful, now full of concern, "Should some of your coworkers take issue with our romantic relationship possibly interfering with your professional work, there is little I'd be able to do or say to protect you."

(F/n) rubbed at Kyoya's cheek with her thumb, "You're so sweet… but it'll be fine. Apparently, our relationship isn't exactly a secret around Ouran Academy. Even Yoshiya-san knows about it. And considering I haven't been fired yet, I assume we're in the clear."

Kyoya still didn't look fully convinced, so (F/n) kicked it up a notch, "And if you're there, you can keep away anyone who tries to flirt with me-"

"I'll go."

(F/n) threw her head back and laughed. No surprise there. Facing Kyoya again, she pressed another kiss to his lips before pulling back, "Perfect. I'll text you a picture of the invite so you know the details. Now, I have to go home and finish putting together tomorrow's lesson plan."

Kyoya groaned, but let her go. After sneaking in one last kiss, of course.

*End Flashback*

"If you so desire." Kyoya's thumb gently stroked against (F/n)'s skin, "I'm still picking you up around seven-thirty after I drop off Tama-chan, yes?"

"Mhm."

"Black tie event?"

"It is."

"And we'll be leaving a little while after nine, if not earlier, so I can collect Tama-chan from my friend's house?"

"Absolutely."

The two adults shared a smile as they continued walking towards the car, their hands gently swinging between them.

*7:28 pm*

(F/n) had only just finished clasping her necklace around her neck when there was a knock at the door. A small flurry of butterflies tickled the inside her stomach at the noise. Double checking her hair in the bathroom mirror, (F/n) scooped up her purse and opened the front door.

Just like the evening of their first date, (F/n) found Kyoya standing on the other side, smartly dressed, handsome as always, and accompanied by her young neighbor. Only this time Haruhi was being held up by her mother, instead of her father.

"So, you're the famous Ootori Kyoya?"

"He is." (F/n) smiled at the small group as she walked out, pretending not to notice how Kyoya's eyes quickly swept up and down her evening dress for the night, "How are you, Kotoko-san? I haven't seen you for some time. Been busy?"

"As always," Kotoko carefully shifted Haruhi to her other hip. She also gave (F/n)'s outfit a look-over, "I see you're off on another date. I do hope he's treating you to something fancy."

(F/n) giggled at the teasing tone of her neighbor, allowing herself to be pulled into a side-embrace from Kyoya, followed by a kiss to the temple, "Not quite. It's a faculty party at the school. I just got lucky with my plus-one."

"I can see that." Kotoko gave her neighbor a wink before moving back to her own apartment, "Well, it's almost Haruhi's bedtime, so I'll leave you to it. It was lovely to meet you Ootori-san. Have fun, you two!"

"We'll certainly endevor, too, Fujioka-san. Have a nice night."

"Goodnight, Kotoko-san. Night, Haruhi-chan!"

Haruhi must've been falling asleep already against her mother's shoulder, because she only offered a small, half-hearted wave before the door shut between them. (F/n) was granted a moment to coo softly at the cuteness of it all before her boyfriend squeezed her waist for some attention.

"Will I be meeting any other occupants of this complex in the future? So far your neighbors appear to be kind, if not highly curious people."

(F/n) offered a smile as she and Kyoya made their way down to his car, "No, I don't talk to any of my other neighbors. Partially because I don't see them often, mostly because I'm still pretty new around here, and… apparently some are wary about a/n (N) living here." She couldn't see his face, but (F/n) had to assume that Kyoya was frowning at that last part.

Either way, he squeezed her side for another moment before opening the car door for her, "Well, then they're missing out." He gladly accepted the quick peck she gave his lips as she slipped into the passenger seat.

Before long, the two were driving through the streets of Bunkyo. (F/n) cautiously played with her hair, which she had done up just a little for the event. She didn't want to mess it up before they got to the party, but couldn't help the way she fiddled. Just because most of the other teachers at Ouran Academy knew she and Kyoya were dating didn't mean they would like her as a person. She'd only met a small handful of them before now, and they all knew each other from when they went to school. She was the odd woman out...

The feeling of something touching the back of her hand made (F/n) jump in her seat, relaxing when she realized it was Kyoya. Their fingers laced together briefly, the two sharing a small smile before Kyoya regretfully pulled away to continue driving. Even though she wished he could've held her hand for longer, (F/n) appreciated him taking a moment's lull of traffic to share some support.

Maybe tonight wouldn't be so horrible after all.

*Time Skip*

*Kyoya's P.O.V.*

Kyoya could see the signs of the party before he even parked the car. The lot was unusually full, most of the cars parked around looking so new he could practically smell the dealership they were bought from. As he parked closer to the middle than he was used to, Kyoya had to admit that he was surprised by the number of other cars around them. He had previously assumed that a number of teachers here were driven from one place to another in limousines, just like their students. A part of him was surprised to learn that they even had driver's licenses at all.

The moment Kyoya opened (F/n)'s door and she stepped outside the car, her hand was wrapped around Kyoya's with no obvious intention of letting go. Despite her own words of encouragement earlier, clearly her nerves weren't as convinced. He squeezed her hand as they walked, either as a sign of comfort or to share his own nervousness even he wasn't sure, but he hoped it helped in one way or another.

Probably much too soon for (F/n)'s liking, she and Kyoya found themselves walking through the doors of Ouran's largest dance hall. (F/n) let out a gasp, which Kyoya found more than just a little adorable, but couldn't fault her for it. Even though he'd attended a few student parties in this very hall when he was a student here, the memories had faded over the past few years.

Said memories came flooding back as the couple took a moment to appreciate the room's aesthetics.

The place was huge, to put it bluntly. A collection of fine crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling in a neat row, casting a mirage of twinkling light across the floor and walls. Heavy curtains were draped from the high arched windows in elegant maroon swirls. A long table of food was stretched out along the right wall, ice sculptures and incredible displays all the way across the white cloth. An orchestra decked in simple blue and black played in the far corner, providing both the opportunity of ambiance and a waltz for whoever desired either. Adults in various tuxedos and dresses flitting around either in dance or conversation groups.

"I've never felt so middle-class in my life."

Kyoya turned towards his date, "(F/n)? Are you alright? You look… pale."

(F/n)'s other hand had come up to grip at Kyoya's arm, her voice merely a whisper, "I have half a mind to hide in a maintenance closet until the party ends."

"(F/n)-"

"(L/n)-san! You finally made it!"

A flood of tension leaked out of (F/n)'s shoulders right before Kyoya's eyes as another couple approached. The four exchanged bows before the (h/c) offered a beaming smile, "Natsuo-san! How nice to see you so early on in the night!"

The man, Natsuo-san apparently, also had a smile on his face as he gestured to the woman by his side, "Oh, forgive my manners. This is my wife, Noa."

Kyoya carefully released (F/n)'s hand and took a step to his right. (F/n) gave him a small glance before turning to happily exchange a greeting with her colleague's wife. Kyoya gave another bow to the other man before him, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Natsuo-san. (F/n) has told me much about you."

"Likewise. Might I assume you are Ootori-san?"

"I am, indeed." Now it was Kyoya's turn to glance at his date, "How much of my reputation precedes me?"

"Nothing but speculation." Natsuo's eyes twinkled with humor before he leaned in a little closer, "I feel compelled to warn you, Ootori-san. You and (L/n)-san are likely to have many people's attention throughout the evening. Unfortunately, you're a part of the entertainment at this event." He gave Kyoya a conspiring wink before taking his wife by the arm and leading her away.

"What did he say?"

Kyoya looked down at (F/n)'s as she once again cozied up to his side. The anxiety that had been present before Natsuo-san approached appeared to have made a small comeback, but otherwise she looked far more at ease than before.

He offered a wry smile, "Nothing that we didn't know already."

From there the two moved further into the ballroom. Other teachers from the different buildings at Ouran Academy approached the couple and introduced themselves to (F/n). Many had warm, friendly vibes as they spoke with (F/n), and even the ones that did not were welcoming to the newest staff member all the same. Kyoya wondered off-handedly if his presence had anything to do with it, but the lack of attention he was receiving from the other teachers seemed to dispute that idea.

Kyoya would've been all too happy to hang back while (F/n) began to integrate herself further into the Ouran's staff if (F/n) hadn't been so insistent on pulling him back in to be introduced as her boyfriend. Not that he minded, of course.

His stomach made happy flip-flopping motions whenever she did so.

After a full hour of socializing and coming close to Kyoya's personal record of number of introductions at one event, (F/n) finally politely ended another conversation and steered herself and Kyoya to the buffet. Underneath the orchestra, Kyoya faintly hear (F/n)'s stomach rumble at the sight of the food. When was the last time she'd eaten today? Lunch? It was almost nine at night! He made sure (F/n)'s plate was completely filled before grabbing his own plate and moving to lead them to a table.

And stopped just short of running into someone standing behind them.

"Good evening, (L/n)-san."

"To you as well, Ebina-san."

Kyoya felt his jaw clench ever so slightly, remembering the afternoon he had met Ebina-san. He looked exactly the same as he had back then. His suit was black instead of brown, but other than that he still maintained the same 'higher-than-thou' attitude that was almost palpable. Kyoya could barely maintain a straight face as Ebina-san's eyes slowly slid away from (F/n) to focus on him, instead.

Ebina-san's smile grew a little as he bowed, "And Ootori-san, what a surprise to see you here!" The sarcasm was practically dripping from his words.

"Greetings, Ebina-san," Kyoya responded in measured words, "I understand your surprise, being as I'm not employed here at Ouran Academy. I was invited as a plus-one."

"Oh? Were you?" Ebina-san's smile hardened, almost sinister now, "And whose plus-one would you be tonight?"

"Mine." (F/n) abruptly wrapped her right arm around Kyoya's elbow, her (e/c) eyes piercing, "He's my boyfriend and I wished for him to attend this gathering with me."

It finally came to Kyoya's attention that the room around the three of them had gone relatively quiet. The orchestra was still playing, but even that seemed subdued by the heavy tension. A majority of the other attendees were watching with rapt attention, the faint hiss of whispers floating above the crowd. Kyoya wanted to stare them all down one by one until he could tell what they were thinking, but didn't dare look away from Ebina-san. The other male looked far too pleased than was warranted.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk… (L/n)-san, I'm surprised at you. Of course, I completely understand your desire to climb the social ladder while you are employed here at Ouran, but surely there are better ways to do it."

(F/n)'s grip on Kyoya's arm tightened, "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"This simply seems to be too much effort than it's worth. The lie of it all. A new boyfriend every school year, not to mention the backlash of each parting. Having to ensure Ootori-san's son is at the top of the class, even with your teaching… there are better ways."

"You are out of line, Ebina-san!" Everyone turned at Natsuo's shout, the other man marching over with a remarkably red face, "We might not be able to change your mind regarding (L/n)-san, but you have no right to perpetuate such gastly rumors, especially to her face!"

"She has done nothing to you to warrant such behavior!" That was Yamashita-san, the history teacher for high school first years.

"Leaving aside the fact that your words could create a scandal that would reflect poorly on this school, you are attempting to sabotage (L/n)-san's career before it even begins purely out of jealousy! Have you no shame?" Ito-san, the middle school's art teacher.

Another collection of teachers began shouting at Ebina-san as well, no one waiting their turn any longer to speak their mind. Kyoya felt (F/n) grip shake a little against his arm. If he had dared to look at her face, he was positive she would look close to tears. Most of the people speaking up on her behalf she had only met a few minutes ago. Some she hadn't even officially spoken to, yet.

"Enough!" Ebina-san's shout caused a break in the crowd, the other's words now dulled to a dissatisfied ripple of murmurs and angry faces. His expression was sour, eyes darting through the crowd as if disgusted. "As noble as you believe your intentions are, there is only one man whose opinion I care about, and who has any real sway over this issue. And-"

"You are being very loud, Ebina-san."

The entire room let out a low gasp, a group of language teachers parting to make way for Yoshiya-san. (F/n) made a small hitching noise as she pressed closer to Kyoya's side. The whispers had picked up again around the couple.

Why was the Dean here? He said before he had a personal conflict tonight would would've be able to attend. Why did he come anyways? Was it because of (F/n) and Kyoya? Had he know (F/n) had decided to bring Kyoya? Was he secretly not understanding of their relationship and was about to make that known?

Yoshiya-san was quiet as he looked between (F/n), Kyoya, and Ebina-san. The latter had a rather smug smile on his face.

After a moment, Yoshiya-san turned to Ebina-san. His face was expressionless as he questioned, "Why did you call me here? You said there was an emergency."

"I did, and there is. (L/n)-san has decided to risk the school's integrity and reputation by engaging in a relationship of romantic sorts with the father of one of her students. I believe she has done so in order to create a better standing for herself in our world."

A sudden rise of shouting and counter-arguments began from the gathering group of faculty around them before Yoshiya waved a hand, causing silence to fall once more. Even the orchestra stopped playing.

"Surely, you jest."

Ebina-san expression dropped, "Sir?"

"I said this must be your attempt at a joke, Ebina-san. Why else would you have called me here under the pretense of an emergency? (L/n)-san is perfectly capable of choosing her own partners, and does not require approval from you or myself. She has violated no law, no addendum, no contract, and I know Ootori-san well enough from when he was a student at Ouran Academy himself to believe he and (L/n)-san are likely in a respectful and emotion-based relationship."

Kyoya was shocked to find himself blushing, just ever so slightly. He wasn't used to having such private matters spoken by a stranger in such a public space. Even still, he had to admit the words sounded nice. And judging by the way (F/n)'s breath had caught again, she was likely also blushing from the words.

Ebina-san's mouth flapped a few times, unable to find any words to respond. His face went unnaturally pale as Yoshiya-san continued, "Perhaps you and I should journey to my office, Ebina-san, and discuss the fact that you have attempted to ruin both (L/n)-san's name and Ootori-san's out of jealousy, and unintentionally forced me to miss the birth of my first grandchild to respond to your "emergency". As for everyone else, please enjoy the rest of the evening. I'm afraid I will be unable to join you after this discussion with Ebina-san."

The entire congregation watched as the two men walked to the other end of the hall, one more slowly and with a paler complexion than the other, until they disappeared through the doors. The room relaxed as one, music and chatter picking up almost as if nothing had happened. Kyoya suddenly remembered he and (F/n) were both still holding their plates of food.

"Ootori-san? (L/n)-san?" It was Natsuo again, his voice soft as he inched closer, "Are you two alright?"

"I'm terribly sorry!" (F/n)'s bow almost sent her plate of food to the floor, one of her deserts teetering dangerously on the edge for a few seconds before settling, "I didn't meet to cause a scene! I shouldn't have brought Kyoya, o-or not attended at all!"

"Stop apologizing, (L/n)-san! It wasn't your fault at all."

"Ebina-san was out of line and deserves whatever punishment Yoshiya-san will give him."

"Just enjoy the rest of the night and try to forget about it!"

"Yes, and eat that food your holding before I steal it. I'm starving!"

(F/n)'s face was one of surprise, and immense gratitude. She turned to Kyoya with that tentative smile he had come to know so well. He couldn't help but return it, using their elbows to carefully steer her to the tables. The tension that had been following them through the night was all but gone.

*Time Skip*

*(F/n)'s P.O.V.*

In the end, it was a great night. (F/n) only wished it would've lasted longer. She and Kyoya had eaten, conversed, and danced like it was second nature. (F/n) had never felt so… popular. It seemed like everyone wanted to talk to her about one thing or another, and by the time she and Kyoya managed to slip away and leave the party, her throat felt a little sore from all the talking. Thank goodness summer vacation had started! There was no way she would've been able to speak to a classroom come tomorrow morning.

The city lights had already faded into the rearview mirror, replaced by the occasional streetlight or glowing window pane as they approached (F/n)'s apartment complex. As soon as they had escaped the city traffic, Kyoya's hand had migrated to the center console where it was now contently holding (F/n)'s in a gentle grip. The feeling kept (F/n)'s lips curled in a permanent smile as they continued down the road.

"(F/n)?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you have any plans for this summer?" (F/n) looked over to the driver's seat, but Kyoya's eyes were firmly on the road. It was times like this where she wished she could read minds…

"Well… other than a quick visit with my parents back home in a few days, like I told you before, I don't. I'll have to come up with my lesson plans for when summer break ends, of course, but as for entertainment and such, I hadn't really thought about it."

The grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly as Kyoya parked the car in front of (F/n)'s complex. Her leg had started to bounce against the car floor. Where was Kyoya going with this? If it was going in the direction she assumed…

"If you truly don't have any other plans, would you mind terribly if you started spending more time with Tamaki and myself? My son has grown very fond of you and your company, almost as much as I have, and has already requested more of those stay-in dates. But it's completely up to you, and I wouldn't wish to pressure or-"

(F/n) cut him off with a rather powerful kiss. It hurt a little, what with her grin bearing her teeth against Kyoya's so they clicked together on more than one occasion, but she simply couldn't stop herself.

As clear as her answer probably was, she briefly pulled back enough to whisper the word 'yes' before kissing Kyoya again.

That was around the time that Kyoya finally got with the program, kissing back with a passion that rivaled (F/n)'s own. He slipped his tongue through the first opening he found, letting out a low hum in response to (F/n) happy pleasurable sounds. The hands that had once been tangled on the console pulled away to grab at arms and the back of necks. Kyoya tilted his head and made to press forward only for (F/n) to do it first, her torso now completely hanging over the console between their seats. One of her legs was pulled up on her chair for support.

Noticing this, Kyoya used the hands holding her hips to guide (F/n) further onto her lap. There wasn't much room, but if he could manage to reach down and-

BEEP!

The two parted with a gasp of shock before (F/n) burst into a fit of giggles. Her elbow had hit the horn. After a moment Kyoya joined in with a few hums of amusement before moving his chair backwards. (F/n) watched with a grin and a blush until the chair stopped moving. Carefully, making sure to avoid the horn this time around, she climbed over into Kyoya's lap.

And if that wasn't a sight to behold...

Kyoya didn't get much time to do so, however, before (F/n)'s lips were on his again. They hummed and groaned into each other's mouths, (F/n)'s hands trailing up and down Kyoya's chest, slipping underneath his jacket to feel his body heat through his shirt. Kyoya wandered no less, fingertips dancing across the tights stretched across (F/n)'s thighs or up and down her spine. He loved the way it curled as she hovered over him, and how powerful her legs felt as she straddled his lap. He'd be thinking about this exact moment for weeks to come.

One of (F/n)'s hands was now buried in Kyoya's locks, fingers twisting through the black but not tugging. Her fingertips were gently scratching at his scalp and Kyoya must've really enjoyed the sensation, because his hands slid straight down her spine and grabbed-

Vvvp! Vvvp!

A soft popping sound followed as they pulled apart again. Eyelids refused to open fully, the pair over (e/c) eyes fluttering ever so slightly at the fresh memories. Warm breath misted over wet lips, tempting their owners to grab another taste. Kyoya indulged said temptation with little pecks, trailing a little down (F/n)'s jawline as he fished his phone out of his pants pocket.

A text message lit up the screen.

Takashi: Not trying to rush you or anything, but do you have an ETA? Tamaki's getting a little antsy waiting for you. But again, no rush.

Kyoya felt a little torn. On one hand, he wanted to stay in this car and make-out with (F/n) until the world ended, or perhaps travel to a more comfortable location within her apartment. But the other, more powerful side of him knew… deep down…

"You know… for a moment there I forgot that I'm not a teenager. Making out in a boy's car." Kyoya met (F/n)'s warm gaze. She giggled slightly and leaned her forehead against his, "Ootori Kyoya, you are going to keep me forever young."

"Well, then I must find the time to tell my employees that we've discovered immortality at my earliest convenience."

"Please, don't."

At that they both dissolved into laughter, arms winding around each other but for a different reason this time around. (F/n) let her forehead slide off to the side until it was nestled more comfortably into the crook of Kyoya's neck and shoulder. The car went quiet for a few seconds, interrupted only by the soft clicks of Kyoya's phone as he responded to his friend.

"I should probably get out of your car at some point…"

"May I walk you to your door?"

"As chivalrous as that is, Kyoya," (F/n) pulled away and planted a kiss on Kyoya's cheek, "I have a feeling you should get to your son as soon as possible."

"Point taken. But I do have one quick question for you."

"Ask."

"Do I have any lipstick smears on my face?"

(F/n) laughed out loud, pausing only to give Kyoya one parting farewell kiss and stating she'd be waiting for his first summer invite as soon as she got back to Japan before crawling out of the car. She continued to laugh all the way up to her door, slipping inside with a final "ha" upon spotting Kyoya inspecting his face in the rearview mirror.

Before anyone asks, I'm not going to be including much, if any of Reader-chan's parents or family into this story. It's just a personal preference. Sorry.

This took way too much time, but I'm glad I was able to pump this out. I'm sorry if the ending isn't great, I kinda chugged it out and updated it at 1 in the morning without looking it over. I just wanted it out.

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