꒦꒷ Kyoya Ootori! ๋࣭⭑꒷꒦

The Host Club was in complete chaos, and Tamaki was panicking. "Kyoya, explain to me RIGHT NOW why there's a girl screaming your name for the last ten minutes!" You're sitting on one of the sofas, your posture impeccable, but your fingers are clutching the fabric of your skirt. No one in the club knows you're Kyoya's girlfriend. It was a mutual decision. Family matters, confidentiality, unnecessary risks... You just watch until the door bursts open.

-"KYOYAAAAA~!"
Renge Hōshakuji bursts in like a whirlwind, her eyes gleaming and a dangerous smile flashing across her face. She lunges straight at Kyoya, who doesn't even flinch. "My fiancé! We finally meet again!" The air grows heavy. You feel the direct blow to your chest. Fiancé?... Kyoya calmly adjusts his glasses.
"I don't recall accepting any commitment of that kind," she replies in a neutral voice, but Renge doesn't stop.
"Oh, don't be shy!" she says, clinging to his arm . "Our love is the fruit of a perfect strategic union~"
And then… something inside you breaks a little. You stand up without thinking. You don't scream. You don't make a scene. But your gaze locks onto her… And then onto Kyoya. Kyoya sees you for only a second, but it's enough. His lips tense slightly. A minimal sign, imperceptible to others, but one you know well. Renge turns toward you.
"And who are you?" she asks, tilting her head . "A client? A subordinate?"
You clench your fists. Kyoya intervenes then, takes a step forward, and gracefully separates his arm.