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‘This day is so gorgeous.’ You thought. The birds were all chirping, creating the beautiful soundtrack of nature. The wind was slightly blowing and made the leaves on the trees rustle with the wind. You overlooked garden in your backyard from your porch and saw your mother weeding and planting new flowers. ‘Probably chrysanthemums and daisies.’ You smiled watching as she dug up areas and planted the seeds.
All of a sudden you heard rumbling off in the distance and the clouds started to change, darkening the skies, creating an ominous feeling. The wind picked up and the sky was now black. Rain drops started to hit your body and the wind blew the drops into your eyes causing you to rub the water off your face and eyes. You opened your eyes and the scenery had now changed. You were standing in the middle of a road. The road. Your heart beat began to race. The rain was falling heavily now that the road was barely visible but you could make out headlights off in the distance. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t. They just wouldn’t shut, it felt as if something was keeping them open.
Lightning struck, lighting up the sky showing the black car as clear as day. Your head was shaking and tears were streaming down your face but you weren’t blinking. It was your parents’ car, no doubt about it. Your feet were plastered to the pavement and your legs felt heavy. Lightning struck again and this time the bolt hit a tree on the side of the road creating sparks flying in the air and the tree started to fall. The car was coming down the road, unable to stop as the tree was falling across it. The car’s brakes locked, screeching filled your ears and caused the car to drift to the side.
The side of the car hit the tree at a high speed and made the car flip over the tree. It barrel rolled five times, going right through your body before coming to a stop behind you on the roof of the car. You stared in shock, in pain at what you saw. Your parents lied limp in the car, the only thing holding them up was their seatbelt. All of a sudden, your mothers’ head turned to face you. “Wake up honey. Wake up.”
‘What?’ You thought as her bright blue eyes looked up at yours.
“Wake up… Wake up… Wake up…” and her voice started to fade but you could still hear those words.
“Wake up. Wake up Y/N. Your job starts today. You don’t want the Ootori’s to fire you before you even get there. Hurry up.”
Your eyes slowly opened and you could see your aunt staring down at you. You blinked multiple times before what she said had registered in your brain. You nodded your head before pulling yourself to get out of bed. You’ve been starting to have that dream about your parents again since it happened 3 years ago. That dream always seems so vivid, yet you weren’t there when it happened but it just seems like that’s exactly how that went.
It wasn’t before long that you were ready, you had appropriate clothes on. (They would give you your actual uniform when you get there.) Since your parent’s passing you had been running through your savings and it was time you needed a job, and what better job to do than serving rich people… Yay… Your aunt dropped you off in front of the Ootori’s. Your eyes widened at the sight of the large estate. You were about to spend your entire summer here.
~~Time Skip~~
It was November 8th. The Ootori’s liked the way you worked so they decided to put you on the full-time staff instead of just the summer work. The air was crisp and the wind cut against your face but you couldn’t resist standing out on the patio as you sipped your hot chocolate. You were inside all the time making sure dinner tables were nice and set up, the glassware nice and shiny. So it was nice to be outside for a bit. The 22nd would be the youngest Ootori’s birthday and you knew that once it got a little bit closer you would be working overtime making sure everything was prepared correctly. Kyoya’s face popped in your head causing you to blush.
Ever since you started working here you would always somehow make awkward contact with him. You shook your head and finished your hot chocolate as you turned around and bumped into that same person. Your eyes widened. “I’m so so sorry.” You put your head down avoiding his eyes.
“Well, it’s a good thing that your mug didn’t have anything in it.” His voice sounded velvety causing shivers down your spine. “You don’t have to be so formal to me. How many times do I have to tell you that Y/N?” He put his finger on your chin lifting your head up and the contact of his skin to yours set off fireworks in your stomach. “We go to the same school, same age… you may work for my father but you don’t have to act so… maid-ish towards me. Please.”
“I… I…” Your eyes made its’ way up to his and you froze in place. “Okay.” You ended up whispering.
“Have you finished that geography homework? I’m in the process if you would like to work together?” Kyoya asked as he fixed his glasses.
“I’m working though.” You grasped your mug a little tighter.
“Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head with a small smile. “You won’t be needed till we get closer to dinner.”
With that, you nodded your head and brought your mug to the kitchen, washing it then headed up to Kyoya’s room after grabbing your bag from the coat room. You’ve been in Kyoya’s room before, but during your job, not to do homework with him so you walked in slowly and bashfully.
“I’m on number 6 right now, how far have you gotten?” He spoke from the corner of his room. He was set up at one of his desks and had already pulled over an extra chair for you.
You scratched the back of your head as you approached him. “Well, I actually haven’t started on it yet.”
He looked at you curiously. “Do you even have time to do homework? You’re here from right after school till 10 or 11 at night.”
You shrugged your shoulders. “I do them when I get home. Takes a couple hours, but I get it done and get at least 6-7 hours of sleep.”
“Well that’s not good. A pretty girl such as yourself should be getting more rest than that. After working so hard here, you need some proper rest.” He voiced with so much concern that it threw you off guard, not only that but he had called you pretty and that caused you to fumble your book onto the floor.
“Oh my…” You breathed out and bent down picking up your book. When you leveled back up with the desk Kyoya’s face was right there, inches away from yours and you felt your cheeks turn red. “L-l-let’s get started then.” You let out a small cough before opening your book. He went over a few of the problems he’d done with you and before you knew it, you were working simultaneously finishing the problems and homework in general.
“Now when you get home you can head straight to bed.” He smiled at you, creating butterflies that swarmed in your stomach.
“Thanks Mr. Ootori.” You smiled back but he frowned.
“It’s Kyoya. Mr. Ootori is my fathers, and your boss. Not me.” He shook his head before meeting your eyes. “I want you to feel comfortable around me, to feel relaxed, not like you’re working.”
“Um…” You looked at him slightly shocked before that blush creeped back to your face and you excused yourself from his room to head back to work.
“Hey, Y/N.” He poked his head out of his room grabbing your attention. “Let’s plan for this every day. You need a proper time to finish your work, and around this time is more of your leisure work. Father won’t mind.”
“Yeah sure.” You said before heading down the stairs to fix up the table.
The next two weeks had gone by rather well. You had spent pretty much every afternoon after Kyoya got out of his Host Club doing homework in his room. The two of you getting close, metaphorically and sometimes physically. There were times when you would round a corner and smack right into him, more frequently than before you started studying with him. And it made you think, ‘Is he watching me?’ You shook your head at the ridiculous thought before placing the tiny portions of bacon wrapped scallops, pesto bruschetta, mushroom and goat cheese bruschetta and these potato nests with sour cream and smoked salmon on large platters.
“Y/N! Where are you! I need you to bring these dishes out right away! There are guests waiting on these!” Mr. Ootori had his head peaked through the door yelling into the kitchen.
You had pretty much everything you’d plan to bring out finished so you picked up the platter with the goat bruschetta first. You pushed through the door and was bombarded with the sound of loud chattering and laughing. There had to be about 100 people here tonight, no wonder I had to make so many of these damn bread things.
You nodded your head once, straightened up and proceeded to walk up to guests. “What we have here tonight is a mushroom and goat cheese bruschetta topped with a bit of fresh parsley and lemon straight from the garden. Would any of you like to try a bit?” You got pretty much all mhm’s from the group and by your 3rd group you had to go back for another tray, repeating what you’d said to at least 6 more groups before you grabbed the potato nests and headed out again.
About an hour and a half passed before you were told to hand out champagne glasses, seeing how you’ve only done about five of these parties you considered yourself pretty good at bringing out numerous flutes on your tray. Once all the guests had their drinks Mr. Ootori started his scheduled speech about his youngest son. Us staff used that time to go in the kitchen and have a little food ourselves, and let me tell you, that potato nest is to die for, and the bacon scallops of course.
But then, once again, when Mr. Ootori finished toasting his son’s birthday we all had to go back on the floor, this time with baked coconut shrimp, caramelized onion and fennel crostini and stuffed cheese puffs.
You had your empty tray down by your side and as you were making your way back to the kitchen you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you to the side. To your surprise it was Kyoya with his pointer finger at his lips. “Follow me.”
“What? I have my job to do, and not only that, but you’re the center of attention. Won’t people be wondering where you are?” You said as he pulled you into one of the lower library rooms.
“That’s alright, I’m getting kind of sick of the constant asking of what my role with the company will be in a couple years. And also…” His face changed into an expression you’d never seen him wear. He seemed… shy? “I uh… I want to see you. And not just see you as in taking food off your tray and ignoring you…”
“Kyoya…?” You searched his eyes and couldn’t believe what was about to happen.
He started closing the gap, inching closer and closer to your face before his lips were right upon yours. The initial feeling was soft, gentle. Then it seemed that confidence overtook him and he pushed down into the kiss. His arms started to snake around your waist and he pulled you up against his slim body. The warmth from his body was making you melt into him.
As soon as it happened, it was over. He pulled back, breathing slightly heavily and your breathing matched his.
“I…” You just stared at him, like an idiot might I add.
“I need to get back.” He stared at you, just as shocked.
“Yeah, and I need to get back to work.” You said nodding and left him standing in the library as you pretty much ran back to the kitchen. You pushed open the door so fast that you almost knocked Lydia over. “Agh, I’m so sorry.”
“Jeez Y/N.” The fellow server laughed. “Why so red?”
“No reason, did I miss anything?” You said frantically as you picked up one of the trays of coconut shrimp.
“Just everyone doing their jobs and you off somewhere.” She joked with you before giving you a pat on the back. “Nothing, just what always happens. Mr. Ootori yelling at us to get a move on and such.”
You nodded and headed out into the hall. “Coconut shrimp?” You questioned to a group before moving on to the next. “Can I offer anyone some coconut shrimp?” You scanned the group before your eyes landed on Kyoya.
“I said we’re all set, go on to the other guests.” You heard Mr. Ootori. ‘Crap, did he have to repeat that?’
“Of course, pardon me.” You nodded once before going on to others.
~Time Skip~
It was finally the end of the night. You had everything cleaned up, trash off the floors, stray flutes picked up and placed in the dish washer. You waved goodbye to the other workers who were leaving as you walked to the coat room to gather your things.
“Got my coat.” You murmured. “My bag… Wait a minute, where’s my bag?” All the coats were gone, except yours. So where was your bag… “Oh…” You thought back to earlier in the day, it was like any other day. You were working with Kyoya. ‘I should just leave it there till tomorrow.’ You thought as you thought back to the library and not to your surprise, you felt your face get hot. You shook your head and huffed. “Might as well get it, I’m going to have to see him tomorrow anyway.”
You brought yourself upstairs and in front of his room. Part of you was hoping he wasn’t there, but part of you hoped to see him. You let out an uneasy breath before knocking on his door. You heard the rustle of the doorknob and it opened to the tall boy who was now dressed in his nightwear and if you weren’t still red… you were now. “S-sorry. I forgot my backpack in here this afternoon.” Your eyes slowly met his and he ushered you into his room.
“About today.” He said softly.
“Oh no, don’t worry about it. It-“
“I don’t want you to think I just did that to do it.” He came closer to you. “I did that because I wanted to. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. But I just couldn’t bring myself to actually kiss you.” His hand found your chin and he held it as he placed his head down against your forehead.
Without moving your head, you moved your gaze up to see a bit of his face. “Kyoya.” You whispered.
He removed his head and brought his face back down to yours adding warmth to your lips and you were bound to your spot. Your lips moved in sync and the whole world seemed to close around you. When Kyoya parted himself from your lips you just couldn’t stop staring at him.
“I… Your father isn’t going to like this.” You craned your head towards the door. “I kind of need this job.” Your eyes met back up with his.
“So.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t let him fire you. He can’t control who I like.”
“But I… like?” You tried to stay serious but a smile crept up to your lips. “You like me?” ‘Why… why did you question that. Of course he likes you, you idiot.’ You thought in your head.
“I have for a while now.” He gave out a slight laugh. “Now you should head home. It’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and bent down giving you a slight peck before moving to the side so you could get to the door.
“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled and picked up your bag, strapping it over your shoulders and headed out of his house looking like a giddy school girl.

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‘This day is so gorgeous.’ You thought. The birds were all chirping, creating the beautiful soundtrack of nature. The wind was slightly blowing and made the leaves on the trees rustle with the wind. You overlooked garden in your backyard from your porch and saw your mother weeding and planting new flowers. ‘Probably chrysanthemums and daisies.’ You smiled watching as she dug up areas and planted the seeds.
All of a sudden you heard rumbling off in the distance and the clouds started to change, darkening the skies, creating an ominous feeling. The wind picked up and the sky was now black. Rain drops started to hit your body and the wind blew the drops into your eyes causing you to rub the water off your face and eyes. You opened your eyes and the scenery had now changed. You were standing in the middle of a road. The road. Your heart beat began to race. The rain was falling heavily now that the road was barely visible but you could make out headlights off in the distance. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t. They just wouldn’t shut, it felt as if something was keeping them open.
Lightning struck, lighting up the sky showing the black car as clear as day. Your head was shaking and tears were streaming down your face but you weren’t blinking. It was your parents’ car, no doubt about it. Your feet were plastered to the pavement and your legs felt heavy. Lightning struck again and this time the bolt hit a tree on the side of the road creating sparks flying in the air and the tree started to fall. The car was coming down the road, unable to stop as the tree was falling across it. The car’s brakes locked, screeching filled your ears and caused the car to drift to the side.
The side of the car hit the tree at a high speed and made the car flip over the tree. It barrel rolled five times, going right through your body before coming to a stop behind you on the roof of the car. You stared in shock, in pain at what you saw. Your parents lied limp in the car, the only thing holding them up was their seatbelt. All of a sudden, your mothers’ head turned to face you. “Wake up honey. Wake up.”
‘What?’ You thought as her bright blue eyes looked up at yours.
“Wake up… Wake up… Wake up…” and her voice started to fade but you could still hear those words.
“Wake up. Wake up Y/N. Your job starts today. You don’t want the Ootori’s to fire you before you even get there. Hurry up.”
Your eyes slowly opened and you could see your aunt staring down at you. You blinked multiple times before what she said had registered in your brain. You nodded your head before pulling yourself to get out of bed. You’ve been starting to have that dream about your parents again since it happened 3 years ago. That dream always seems so vivid, yet you weren’t there when it happened but it just seems like that’s exactly how that went.
It wasn’t before long that you were ready, you had appropriate clothes on. (They would give you your actual uniform when you get there.) Since your parent’s passing you had been running through your savings and it was time you needed a job, and what better job to do than serving rich people… Yay… Your aunt dropped you off in front of the Ootori’s. Your eyes widened at the sight of the large estate. You were about to spend your entire summer here.
~~Time Skip~~
It was November 8th. The Ootori’s liked the way you worked so they decided to put you on the full-time staff instead of just the summer work. The air was crisp and the wind cut against your face but you couldn’t resist standing out on the patio as you sipped your hot chocolate. You were inside all the time making sure dinner tables were nice and set up, the glassware nice and shiny. So it was nice to be outside for a bit. The 22nd would be the youngest Ootori’s birthday and you knew that once it got a little bit closer you would be working overtime making sure everything was prepared correctly. Kyoya’s face popped in your head causing you to blush.
Ever since you started working here you would always somehow make awkward contact with him. You shook your head and finished your hot chocolate as you turned around and bumped into that same person. Your eyes widened. “I’m so so sorry.” You put your head down avoiding his eyes.
“Well, it’s a good thing that your mug didn’t have anything in it.” His voice sounded velvety causing shivers down your spine. “You don’t have to be so formal to me. How many times do I have to tell you that Y/N?” He put his finger on your chin lifting your head up and the contact of his skin to yours set off fireworks in your stomach. “We go to the same school, same age… you may work for my father but you don’t have to act so… maid-ish towards me. Please.”
“I… I…” Your eyes made its’ way up to his and you froze in place. “Okay.” You ended up whispering.
“Have you finished that geography homework? I’m in the process if you would like to work together?” Kyoya asked as he fixed his glasses.
“I’m working though.” You grasped your mug a little tighter.
“Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head with a small smile. “You won’t be needed till we get closer to dinner.”
With that, you nodded your head and brought your mug to the kitchen, washing it then headed up to Kyoya’s room after grabbing your bag from the coat room. You’ve been in Kyoya’s room before, but during your job, not to do homework with him so you walked in slowly and bashfully.
“I’m on number 6 right now, how far have you gotten?” He spoke from the corner of his room. He was set up at one of his desks and had already pulled over an extra chair for you.
You scratched the back of your head as you approached him. “Well, I actually haven’t started on it yet.”
He looked at you curiously. “Do you even have time to do homework? You’re here from right after school till 10 or 11 at night.”
You shrugged your shoulders. “I do them when I get home. Takes a couple hours, but I get it done and get at least 6-7 hours of sleep.”
“Well that’s not good. A pretty girl such as yourself should be getting more rest than that. After working so hard here, you need some proper rest.” He voiced with so much concern that it threw you off guard, not only that but he had called you pretty and that caused you to fumble your book onto the floor.
“Oh my…” You breathed out and bent down picking up your book. When you leveled back up with the desk Kyoya’s face was right there, inches away from yours and you felt your cheeks turn red. “L-l-let’s get started then.” You let out a small cough before opening your book. He went over a few of the problems he’d done with you and before you knew it, you were working simultaneously finishing the problems and homework in general.
“Now when you get home you can head straight to bed.” He smiled at you, creating butterflies that swarmed in your stomach.
“Thanks Mr. Ootori.” You smiled back but he frowned.
“It’s Kyoya. Mr. Ootori is my fathers, and your boss. Not me.” He shook his head before meeting your eyes. “I want you to feel comfortable around me, to feel relaxed, not like you’re working.”
“Um…” You looked at him slightly shocked before that blush creeped back to your face and you excused yourself from his room to head back to work.
“Hey, Y/N.” He poked his head out of his room grabbing your attention. “Let’s plan for this every day. You need a proper time to finish your work, and around this time is more of your leisure work. Father won’t mind.”
“Yeah sure.” You said before heading down the stairs to fix up the table.
The next two weeks had gone by rather well. You had spent pretty much every afternoon after Kyoya got out of his Host Club doing homework in his room. The two of you getting close, metaphorically and sometimes physically. There were times when you would round a corner and smack right into him, more frequently than before you started studying with him. And it made you think, ‘Is he watching me?’ You shook your head at the ridiculous thought before placing the tiny portions of bacon wrapped scallops, pesto bruschetta, mushroom and goat cheese bruschetta and these potato nests with sour cream and smoked salmon on large platters.
“Y/N! Where are you! I need you to bring these dishes out right away! There are guests waiting on these!” Mr. Ootori had his head peaked through the door yelling into the kitchen.
You had pretty much everything you’d plan to bring out finished so you picked up the platter with the goat bruschetta first. You pushed through the door and was bombarded with the sound of loud chattering and laughing. There had to be about 100 people here tonight, no wonder I had to make so many of these damn bread things.
You nodded your head once, straightened up and proceeded to walk up to guests. “What we have here tonight is a mushroom and goat cheese bruschetta topped with a bit of fresh parsley and lemon straight from the garden. Would any of you like to try a bit?” You got pretty much all mhm’s from the group and by your 3rd group you had to go back for another tray, repeating what you’d said to at least 6 more groups before you grabbed the potato nests and headed out again.
About an hour and a half passed before you were told to hand out champagne glasses, seeing how you’ve only done about five of these parties you considered yourself pretty good at bringing out numerous flutes on your tray. Once all the guests had their drinks Mr. Ootori started his scheduled speech about his youngest son. Us staff used that time to go in the kitchen and have a little food ourselves, and let me tell you, that potato nest is to die for, and the bacon scallops of course.
But then, once again, when Mr. Ootori finished toasting his son’s birthday we all had to go back on the floor, this time with baked coconut shrimp, caramelized onion and fennel crostini and stuffed cheese puffs.
You had your empty tray down by your side and as you were making your way back to the kitchen you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you to the side. To your surprise it was Kyoya with his pointer finger at his lips. “Follow me.”
“What? I have my job to do, and not only that, but you’re the center of attention. Won’t people be wondering where you are?” You said as he pulled you into one of the lower library rooms.
“That’s alright, I’m getting kind of sick of the constant asking of what my role with the company will be in a couple years. And also…” His face changed into an expression you’d never seen him wear. He seemed… shy? “I uh… I want to see you. And not just see you as in taking food off your tray and ignoring you…”
“Kyoya…?” You searched his eyes and couldn’t believe what was about to happen.
He started closing the gap, inching closer and closer to your face before his lips were right upon yours. The initial feeling was soft, gentle. Then it seemed that confidence overtook him and he pushed down into the kiss. His arms started to snake around your waist and he pulled you up against his slim body. The warmth from his body was making you melt into him.
As soon as it happened, it was over. He pulled back, breathing slightly heavily and your breathing matched his.
“I…” You just stared at him, like an idiot might I add.
“I need to get back.” He stared at you, just as shocked.
“Yeah, and I need to get back to work.” You said nodding and left him standing in the library as you pretty much ran back to the kitchen. You pushed open the door so fast that you almost knocked Lydia over. “Agh, I’m so sorry.”
“Jeez Y/N.” The fellow server laughed. “Why so red?”
“No reason, did I miss anything?” You said frantically as you picked up one of the trays of coconut shrimp.
“Just everyone doing their jobs and you off somewhere.” She joked with you before giving you a pat on the back. “Nothing, just what always happens. Mr. Ootori yelling at us to get a move on and such.”
You nodded and headed out into the hall. “Coconut shrimp?” You questioned to a group before moving on to the next. “Can I offer anyone some coconut shrimp?” You scanned the group before your eyes landed on Kyoya.
“I said we’re all set, go on to the other guests.” You heard Mr. Ootori. ‘Crap, did he have to repeat that?’
“Of course, pardon me.” You nodded once before going on to others.
~Time Skip~
It was finally the end of the night. You had everything cleaned up, trash off the floors, stray flutes picked up and placed in the dish washer. You waved goodbye to the other workers who were leaving as you walked to the coat room to gather your things.
“Got my coat.” You murmured. “My bag… Wait a minute, where’s my bag?” All the coats were gone, except yours. So where was your bag… “Oh…” You thought back to earlier in the day, it was like any other day. You were working with Kyoya. ‘I should just leave it there till tomorrow.’ You thought as you thought back to the library and not to your surprise, you felt your face get hot. You shook your head and huffed. “Might as well get it, I’m going to have to see him tomorrow anyway.”
You brought yourself upstairs and in front of his room. Part of you was hoping he wasn’t there, but part of you hoped to see him. You let out an uneasy breath before knocking on his door. You heard the rustle of the doorknob and it opened to the tall boy who was now dressed in his nightwear and if you weren’t still red… you were now. “S-sorry. I forgot my backpack in here this afternoon.” Your eyes slowly met his and he ushered you into his room.
“About today.” He said softly.
“Oh no, don’t worry about it. It-“
“I don’t want you to think I just did that to do it.” He came closer to you. “I did that because I wanted to. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. But I just couldn’t bring myself to actually kiss you.” His hand found your chin and he held it as he placed his head down against your forehead.
Without moving your head, you moved your gaze up to see a bit of his face. “Kyoya.” You whispered.
He removed his head and brought his face back down to yours adding warmth to your lips and you were bound to your spot. Your lips moved in sync and the whole world seemed to close around you. When Kyoya parted himself from your lips you just couldn’t stop staring at him.
“I… Your father isn’t going to like this.” You craned your head towards the door. “I kind of need this job.” Your eyes met back up with his.
“So.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t let him fire you. He can’t control who I like.”
“But I… like?” You tried to stay serious but a smile crept up to your lips. “You like me?” ‘Why… why did you question that. Of course he likes you, you idiot.’ You thought in your head.
“I have for a while now.” He gave out a slight laugh. “Now you should head home. It’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and bent down giving you a slight peck before moving to the side so you could get to the door.
“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled and picked up your bag, strapping it over your shoulders and headed out of his house looking like a giddy school girl.