"Miss _(f/n)_, is something wrong?" Kyoya asked, peering over his notebook at you.
"Oh yes, I am perfectly fine," you quickly responded while giving a same smile. He rose an eyebrow in a 'I know you are not fine' matter, but dropped the subject getting back to his writing. You stifled a sigh and took a small drink of the now cold _(fav. flavor)_ tea, brushing a lock of _(h/c)_ hair from your face.
~~Timeskip of Time~~
The rest of the time had been spent in silence between the two of you. As the period ended, the other clients slowly walked out and left Kyoya and you alone.
"_(f/n)_," he started, no longer needing to use any formality.
"Yes?" you squeaked out, looking up to have your _(e/c)_ eyes be captured by his eyes.
"Don't listen to them," he told you as he stood up and walked around the small table. He bent down and placed a light kiss to your cheek, causing your face to flush bright red.
"You are very beautiful," he informed you and helped you stand. You smiled as you smoothed out your dress. You leaned up to return the kiss with one to his cheek, only for him to turn and fully kiss you.
"Thank you," you finally replied, gaining a soft and small smile from him. He hooked his hand in yours and began to walk to the school's garden.
"Kyoya, where are we going?" you questioned.
"I have something to show you," he replied with a knowing smile.
~~Timeskip of Time~~
Kyoya had ended up dragging you to the middle of the garden and had you sit on the wooden bench. He went over to a flower bush that was hidden from your view and picked a flower, bringing it back to you and handed it.
"But, I thought they didn't grow any in the garden," you remarked, as he handed you a _(fav. flower)_.
"I requested that they add some in and they did," he told you, sitting beside you.
"Thank you Kyoya," you said happily and gave him light hug.
"You very welcome," he replied, returning the hug but he didn't let go.
"_(f/n)_," he spoke, voice quiet.
"Hm?" you managed out, your voice muffled by your head still being buried in his chest.
"I, I had my father speak with your parents," he started, turning his head slightly. "And they have decided that if we got married it would better our families' businesses."
"Oh," you stated, him already knowing how you had felt about arranged marriages.
"I hope you are not mad," he said while he tilted you head a bit for him to look into your eyes for any sign of emotion.
"I'm not, I guess it is okay if it is you" you finally replied with a light smile. At first he looked shocked, but then it turned into a warm smile and he gave you another peck on the lips.