Disclaimer: I do not own these mysterious characters. I just like to find the meaning in the glances from behind the glasses.
Scratch, scratch. Kyouya glanced over the top of his glasses as their eyes met, and with the twitch of an eyebrow, cast a 'get back to work' look at the distracted girl across the room. He knew what she was distracted by. He often found himself thinking of it, too, but not enough to let his gaze wander to her. Scratch, scratch.
Kyouya could not live without his Notebook. In it were all the things he needed: stats about the club members, customer profiles, and other assorted necessary information. He could not live without his Pen. Given to him by his father when he began his schooling, that pen had been with him for every major writing event of his life, from practicing his first letters to entrance exams to recording every minute detail of this Host Club. He could not live without his Glasses. Aside from the fact that they aided his vision a little more than slightly, they, along with the other objects he could not do without, provided a very important service: they were a barrier.
Kyouya was not like the other members of the Host Club. He did not have a twin, or exotic blood, or an unexpensive upbringing. He was the Shadow King, for the Host Club and in life, always accomplishing things in the background, letting others take the credit, as his Notebook, Pen, and Glasses shielded his sly knowing smile. He used these tools to curtain not only his scemes, but himself, his real thoughts, his real feelings, and everything he wanted to say but never did. With his Glasses, Notebook, and Pen, he withheld the urge to laugh every day at the sheer absurdity of the Host Club and its antics. They hid his disappointment, his rage, his anxiety. They hid his longing and his love.
The noise of the third music room dissolved and he watched Haruhi come out of the bathroom. She was apologizing politely. He scolded her for not recognizing him. After all, none of the shields were up, no curtains drawn.
"You could always pay... with your body..."
Kyouya had it all planned out. He would show Haruhi what Tamaki had really been scared of. He wasn't really going to do anything, just make sure the point was proven. It was what he did. He was the Shadow King. But when it came time to put his plan into action, he wasn't sure of himself. As he looked down at her hair splayed across the bed, and the momentary uncertainty in her eyes, he saw that there was nothing between them. No Notebook to record her perfect smile as she realized his intention, no Glasses to keep her from seeing the real vulnerability in his eyes when she said those words:
"You would have nothing to gain from sleeping with me."
So he sat up and replaced his barrier.
A chuckle came from a few feet in front of him. He looked toward the source of the noise and found an empty room, save for a coy smile that seemed to say "now who's distracted?"