SÄDÏSTÏC TŸPË [ OHSHC x MALE! READER! ] (OHSHC Fanfic)

65| Booking in Secret

"My word!" Aunt Susuzu gasped as soon as the hosts entered the pension. All around us, people—mostly girls—turned their eyes in their direction. I sighed and rolled my eyes as the sparkling lights seemed to bounce off my head, amplifying the attention.

"What cute boys we have here! Are you all friends of Haruhi and (M/N)?" they chirped, swaying side to side as if trying to act cute for the guys.

"No, we don't know these weirdos," I replied coldly, the words sharp enough to feel like a giant anvil dropping on Tamaki's head as he sulked in the corner.

"He was a friend of Ranka-san at the same shop, way back," Kyoya interjected calmly, his voice steady amidst the chaos. As the others faded into the background, I slipped behind the kitchen counter, grabbing a glass and wiping it down with a clean cloth. Kyoya perched himself on a chair at the counter, smirking at me. My eye twitched in irritation.

"How did you know that, stalker?" I shot back, my annoyance palpable. He simply leaned on the counter, his smirk widening as I focused on the glass.

"Is that how you treat someone to whom you still owe a debt?" Kyoya asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

"Irritating..." I muttered, sweat beading on my forehead as I glared at him.

"I'll pay that debt soon," I said, rolling my eyes while he continued to watch me as Aunt Susuzu animatedly explained how he built this place.

"I'm not talking about the money," Kyoya suddenly added, resting his head on the palm of his hand, his demeanor shifting slightly.

My eye twitched again, and I cast a wary glance in his direction. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism.

"Remember that swimsuit incident?" He smirked, his gaze sharp and piercing. A wave of embarrassment washed over me at the memory, my cheeks heating up.

"Yeah...?" I replied, feeling uneasy about where this conversation was headed.

"I'd like to use that favor now," Kyoya said, his smirk unwavering, as if he reveled in my discomfort.

"What are you planning?" I asked, my unease deepening, a knot forming in my stomach.

"Why do you want to know?" he countered, his tone teasing.

"Because this involves me," I said, rolling my eyes again, trying to regain some control over the conversation. It was frustrating how hard he was to read, his poker face always sliding between a smirk and a blank expression.

It was strange to see him engaging with me so much; usually, he was consumed by his black notebook or laptop. Maybe it was the summer vacation that allowed him a break from his usual workload? I thought, unconsciously glaring at him.

"Well, I'd like to book a room," he said, and I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard.

"Why?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.

"Hm... I think I want to experience what it’s like if you served under me," he replied, his poker face still intact. I glanced over at the guys; they had drifted off to the garden while Aunt Susuzu was instructing me to manage the inside. I hollered a "Yeah, got it!" before turning back to Kyoya.

"I think you should use that favor on something else," I suggested, my tone defiant.

"Why, afraid of disappointing me by serving?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

I sighed, my cheeks heating up again at his words. "Don't say it like that, sadistic four-eyes..." I muttered, embarrassed, as I noticed a few heads turn my way. Thank goodness the others were outside, I thought to myself.