"Kyoya, someone needs to talk to her. She's been doing this almost every other week, and we're all tired of it!" Tamaki explains quietly, not even bothering to say hello.
Kyoya pushes up his glasses and recites the words that Tamaki has said himself many a time. "'As Hosts, it is our job to make every girl happy.' And not allowing her to at least come to the club and do was she wishes would make us look bad. Until we can find out the source of her Host-Hopping, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do except let her do as she likes."
"But Kyoya-!"
Tamaki is cut off when Kanako Kasugazaki walks up. "Is everything okay, Tamaki?"
Tamaki freezes for a moment. Then he whirls around to face her with his usual charm. "Of course, princess. Come, let's have some tea."
After they've gone, I mutter to myself, "Well… that won't last long."
"Saku-chan!"
For once, I manage to duck out of the way before Hunny can jump on my back. He zooms right past me and thankfully jumps on Mori instead.
"Saku-chan! Guess what?" Hunny exclaims once on Mori's shoulders.
"Even if I did, I'm sure you would tell me anyway," I say back. I don't have the time or the energy to bother with guessing.
"There's a new student!"
I pause. "That's it?"
"Yeah, I heard about him," Hikaru interrupts.
"Isn't he in our class?" Kaoru follows.
Hikaru shugs a reply. "Beats me."
Why am I still standing here? I plop myself down on one of the couches farthest away from everyone. There's a dull roar from the girls as they all chatter away, drinking tea and coffee and snacking on expensive cakes. The Hosts all seem happy as well, but I've lost sight of Kyoya- and I'm not surprised.
"Sakura, I have a request to ask of you."
Of fucking course. I turn a bit and face Kyoya. He stands just behind the couch and writing in his book. I look at him skeptically. "What is it?"
"Would you mind entirely if I asked you to stay with the Host Club some days after school? Just to help with serving tea and whatnot. Nothing too difficult."
I reply instantly with a tone of indifference mixed with annoyance, "No way in hell."
Kyoya looks up at me from his book. "Please?"
My eyes widen at his sincere tone, and I blush at his innocent smile. I clear my throat and turn away from him. Crap.
"I'll think about it."
He certainly knows how to get what he wants. Manipulative bastard.