A.N: It's been like 3 years I think aha lol
I just read over my work and it's not the best so I'll try my best to rewrite it as I update more :)

Please enjoy a chapter with the K-pair!

Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC.


Kyoya looked at the sleeping figure that was Kaede Shirai, contemplating whether or not to take a picture for the host club merch store.

It was 10 pm, and the host club (plus Sachiko) had been sent home by a half-conscious Kaede, worrying about the girls getting home safe and the club getting sick. Them getting sick was an inconvenience, as she'd be obligated to nurse them back to health. At least, that's what she claimed.

Kyoya decided to stay behind, taking out a chair to look over her as she slept. It reminded him of when they were kids, before Kaede became cold like him. He remembered she'd get sick every winter, and decided that it'd be funny to make him sick as well.


5 years ago...

"Ootori! Ootori!" Kaede sneezed.

"Why are you at my house?"

"Because I'm SICK!" She grinned idiotically, standing before him at the entrance to his house. Ootori raised his hand, stopping the many concerned servants of his house who were about to jump on Kaede. "Mom and Dad dropped me off here since they can't look after me today. It's our staff's holiday, and I didn't want them to cancel it." She held a bag full of things to take care of herself. A water bottle, tissue box, and medicine peeked out. She let herself in through the threshold, taking off her shoes and running around. She sure had a lot of energy for a sick person. "Ne, ne, Ootori, do you know how to make rice porridge?"

He hesitated. Even on such a mundane task, he didn't want to admit he couldn't make it. "...yes."

"Really?!"

The servants looked at each other uneasily. The young master hasn't ever stepped inside the kitchen. "Really." But nothing could stop the pride of Ootori Kyoya. "Come with me." He gestured for Kaede to follow him.


"Eto..." Kyoya looked around the kitchen. It just suddenly dawned on him that he didn't know where anything was. He wished to ask for help from the staff that was peeking through the doorway, but he didn't want Kaede to see him asking for help. "Uh...Shirai, go into the living room and rest on the couch. I'll bring you your rice porridge in a bit."

"Eh...Okay. Which living room?"

"#3."

And so she left. The staff took the cue, and rushed to take out the equipment and ingredients for Kyoya. "Young master, are you sure you don't want us to make the porridge for you?"

"No, I'm fine." He took out a cooking book he had slipped from the shelf. "I can do this."

WHAT A GREAT FRIEND YOUNG MASTER IS! The staff gushed and left.

And so he went to work.

Now even though the events of Kaede's middle school years hadn't happened yet and she was still a youthful, innocent child, she was still extremely intelligent. She knew that an elitist like Kyoya would never think about doing tasks such as cooking.

"Yet here he is, cooking for me," she snickered, peeking in through the kitchen window. She smiled to herself.

"As I thought, Kyoya's the best."


Kaede stirred, shifting around in the bed, letting the cold towel on her forehead slip off. Kyoya remembered what Haruhi said.

"Okay, this wet towel is to curb her fever. Re-soak it once in a while, okay?"

He reached for the towel on her forehead, only to be stopped by a quick hand. He jumped, startled at the sudden movement. Is Shirai awake?

Her eyes were still closed shut, her hand clammy but warm. "...K.."

Oh great, she's gonna say something dumb again. Kyoya shuddered at the scene earlier, almost outing him on his past crush on Haruhi. Maybe she'll say something about that Kiyoshi guy. He fixed his glasses, using his right hand to swiftly take out his voice recorder. He pushed the record button, waiting for Kaede to finish her half-conscious ramblings.

"...as I thought...Kyoya's the best..." He dropped the voice recorder, taken aback. He moved to stand up out of his chair, but she pulled his hand to her face, smiling.

Kyoya covered his face with his free hand.

"...she's not gonna remember this."