Kyoya felt his mood darken as he watched his sister and Mori have some sort of silent moment. As if his day hadn't already been ruined enough already now he had to deal with his love sick imouto. A bitter taste rose in the back of his throat much like bile. He, as the shadow king, knew everything about everyone.
Even more so about his beloved imouto.
Said young girl had a crush on the silent type host, had for the past year or so. How it had developed he had no idea, just that it had happened after the cultural exchange festival between her school and theirs. Knowing her, it had been crush at first sight, she had been kept in the shadows for so long that it had also sheltered her from normal things. Add in the fact that up until now she had gone to an all girls school, it was a recipe for disaster.
By trying to keep her away from males and their conniving ways their father, and in some ways himself, had not allowed her to develop the natural defenses against the charms of the opposite sex that most other girls her age had.
It was an oversight that he knew would bite them all in the ass sooner rather than later.