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[shadowkingu]

WHO; Kyoya and Darya
WHERE; Outside the high school building
WHEN; The day after the dance, after school.
WHAT; Confrontation

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[russianbookworm]

Darya was also glad that the school day was over, though probably for slightly different reasons than Kyoya. She didn't have much to worry about beyond homework, and she knew she was very lucky in that respect. The girl just wanted to get home and change out of the school uniform (she wasn't particularly fond of pale yellow colour) and curl up with a book for a little bit before her family got home and things got noisy

[shadowkingu]

Kyoya didn't know how to react. Which he found mildly amusing since he believed he always knew when to react and how to react. The first thing that came to his mind, though, was to step aside to let the girl exit the building. He did that, letting the door slip from his hand and it closed behind them with a soft, but strangely loud thud.

They stood outside the doors at the top of the steps, carefully eyeing each other. Kyoya especially careful not to suddenly say anything that might tap her nerve. "You're welcome..." he started slowly, thinking saying something was better than just standing in silence and staring at each other. He tried to smile, but found it to be suprisingly difficult and ended up just gently twitching the corner of his mouth. Obviously it was much too early for him to be smiling at her, yet. So, instead, he decided to start an idle conversation.

"So many books......" he paused, muttering, "I forget...Oh! Kobayashi-san." He watched warily for her reaction, before continuing. "May I help you?"

[russianbookworm]

Darya's mouth pressed into a thin line as he took a moment to come up with her name. She had the feeling that it was an intentional barb, and for a moment considered how to react. She could do something to intentionally annoy him back, or she could ignore it and take him up on his offer for help. Or do both at the same time, actually. The third option was certainly tempting, but she wasn't completely sure if she felt like getting into another spat with him at the moment. He did look a bit worn around the edges, and while Darya liked to annoy and poke at people, she wasn't an inherently mean person. With a sigh, she offered Kyoya a wry half-smile and handed him a couple of books off of the top of the stack

[shadowkingu]

Kyoya's own lips tightened slightly as he handed the books to her. He considered returning her a slightly edgy reply, but seeing and getting the feeling that she wasn't trying to be difficult, he thought otherwise. "A slight touch," he agreed, shrugging. He stepped back, shifting his bag under his arm again and motioned towards the steps. "Shall we?" he offered, and at her nod began descending the steps.

"How was the rest of your day?" he conversed casually, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. "I saw you visited our Host Club this afternoon." And he had, most certainly, since his keen scenes were practically trained to turn at the sound of the music room door creaking open and to recognize the bold footsteps of a regular customer and the timid ones of a new customer. Kobayasha Darya wasn't a new customer, but she wasn't a regular customer either. He noticed that she dropped by every now and then, but not so much as for the enjoyment of the hosts, but for the enjoyment of watching the hosts. "I hope you found your time there

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