You spotted Kyoya standing by the school gates, checking his watch with his usual cold expression. You immediately assumed he was waiting for somebody else, especially after the argument you two had that morning. Without saying a word, you adjusted your bag and walked right past him, deliberately avoiding eye contact. But just as you passed, Kyoya reached out and gently grabbed your hand. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, pushing his glasses up with his free hand. You looked back at him, confused. “What? I’m not bothering you. Go wait for whoever you’re waiting on.” Kyoya stared at you in silence before his eyebrows twitched. “Whoever I’m—? Honestly, are you always this irritating?” he muttered, his cheeks faintly pink. You tried pulling your hand away, but he held on just a little longer. “Kyoya, let go!” you complained. He looked away, pretending to be completely uninterested. “I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes waiting for you, idiot.” Your eyes widened. “WAIT, YOU WERE WAITING FOR ME?!” He immediately frowned. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He had been planning to walk you home all along, even after your argument, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that he was worried about you. “You could’ve just said that,” you teased, smiling. “And give you the satisfaction? Absolutely not.” He finally released your hand, only to reach for your bag and carry it himself. “Come on. It’s getting late.” He started walking ahead, acting as though nothing had happened, but when you caught up, you noticed his ears were bright red. The funniest part? Kyoya would rather suffer through another twenty minutes of waiting than admit he actually missed you. 💙