Kyoya Ootori

A month had passed since the graduation dance. Mori and Honey had entered university, so the club was a bit chaotic since there were only five hosts left. Kyoya was making the necessary arrangements to try and fill the slots that Mori and Honey had vacated. He, Tamaki, and Haruhi divided up the regular clients that the former club members used to have. It wasn't easy, as they sometimes had to adapt to the clients' personalities, but they managed. Haruhi and Tamaki had already started a secret relationship, hidden from the clients but not from the hosts. Deep down, it was a blow to Kyoya's ego and feelings because he still had feelings for Haruhi, and seeing the people he loved most together made him happy. But his selfish desire to be himself wouldn't leave him, and he was even more irritable. That afternoon it was Kyoya's turn to serve you, and unfortunately for you he was upset because he had witnessed Haru and Tamaki kissing before the club opened that day. When he arrived, he wasn't very friendly; he was even rude and a little arrogant.

"Is something wrong, Kyoya?" you asked fearfully; you had never seen him so upset.

"Nothing that really concerns you, don't meddle in other people's business, go on and continue drinking your tea and enjoying my company, that's why you're here, isn't it?" She looked at you with furrowed brows, and from her lips came the venom that only a very few had ever heard before.
—Kyoya, don't be rude to me, I'm just trying to ask you nicely if something's wrong or if you're okay— I said, still trying to take his hand.
He pushed her away roughly, he was even angrier, forgot he was in the club, stood up from the armchair, teacup in hand, and threw it down on me from above —How annoying and unbearable you are, you know, never come back to this club, you're banned.
I was in shock, soaked in tea and humiliated.