Number 05: Spying

Rating: T

Warning: None

Summary: Even the calmest member of the host club can be subjected to a little misunderstanding.

Words: 386

There he was, sitting in a fancy, five-star restaurant, dressed up in a designer black suit, complete with a fake mustache-glasses combo. Perhaps, in his attempt at becoming inconspicuous, he had become even more conspicuous.

But, there was no helping it. He was determined to see this thing through. And by "this thing", Takashi meant:

"I want to see just who it is invited (my) Kyoya out on a date?"

He slowly sank into his seat, peering at the table just a few feet away from where he was. He stiffened as the object of his current turmoil took a seat.

Dressed in a dark suit, and a complimentary purple tie, Kyoya Ootori looked as—if not more—wonderful than he did in the club. Swallowing rather audibly, Takashi tore his eyes away from his kouhai, and shifted his gaze to the man sitting on the other side.

His eyes widened in surprise (and relief) as he took a good look at the other man: blonde hair, bright violet eyes, (and now that he really listened) a loud, melodramatic voice. It was just Tamaki. He sighed softly to himself, knowing that the two were just (only) friends.

After a few more moments of staring at his beloved, Takashi stood up silently, and made his way to the door. Well, he would've made it to the door…except…

"Mori-senpai?" Kyoya's surprised, subtly amused voice drifted into his ears, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

Tamaki turned to look at the extremely tall man standing near the exit, and though it took him a few seconds to recognize the older student (because of his…disguise), he knew that it was definitely Mori-senpai.

"Oh!" Tamaki said delightedly. "Mori-senpai! What a pleasant surprise! I was just talking to Kyoya about the host club's new cosplay…and…well, um…why are you wearing that?" He asked, gesturing to Takashi's fake mustache and glasses (which at first seemed like a good idea, but now…did not).

Takashi stayed silent, hoping to play it cool and not expose the fact that he was spying on Kyoya. Turning to face the two younger boys, he opened his mouth to say something, but was effectively silenced by the knowing smirk on the bespectacled boy's face.

Well…it was a no-brainer that the next club meeting would definitely be a bit awkward.