The first thing Daichi noticed when they got to Kyoya's mansion was the looming boy in the doorway that looked an awful lot like Kyoya.

"Who's this, little brother? You finally found yourself a boyfriend?" The older boy glanced twice at Daichi, making him uncomfortable. "Maybe a pet? What's this—"

The boy reached for Daichi's collar. With a yip of surprise, Daichi pulled away and jumped into Kyoya.

Kyoya's mouth opened slightly, unable to comprehend what had happened. He faced the other boy and frowned.

"Brother, this is Daichi Akiyama, the boy I'm tutoring," he said simply. He turned to Daichi, gently prying the boy off of his shirt. "Daichi, this is my older brother, Akito."

Brothers? Well, that made sense. But Daichi always had the impression that Kyoya was an only child. He just had the way of wanting to be alone and a cold exterior that said he hadn't been exposed to endless siblings' antics.

Daichi looked at Akito nervously. "H-hello, Akito-senpai," he said.

Akito drew a sneer across his lips, stepping back to allow the boy's entrance inside. He walked with them threw the decorated halls and across expensive floors. "So tell me, Daichi, is Kyoya a good tutor? Is he even getting grades good enough to tutor you? Or are you just that stupid? Maybe he's—"

"Brother," Kyoya interjected. His voice was calm, but Daichi could feel him vibrating with anger. "I might ask you refrain from insulting Daichi. If all you have left to say are your usual remarks, we'll be on our way."

Akito scoffed but stopped nonetheless, allowing the two teens to be on their way. Once they reached Kyoya's room, the taller boy turned to Daichi, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Sorry about him. He's never liked any of my friends," Kyoya said. "You know, you can take your coat off now. It'll get hot in that."

Daichi didn't even hear. He was too busy studying Kyoya's room. He didn't know what he was expecting really, a secret lab, an office. It looked like the average bedroom, just cleaner and with an extra bookshelf or two.

"Go and have a seat there," Kyoya muttered, pointing to an armchair in the corner.

Daichi did as asked, setting his backpack down on the ground. Kyoya pulled up a desk chair next to him, getting out his textbooks. The session started out as normal, with a little less focusing on Daichi's end. Maybe after forty minutes, Kyoya paused, looking over at him. Daichi was slumped in his chair, eyes barely open.

"We can take a break now," Kyoya said, setting his book off to the side on his bed. He got up to stretch for a minute before eyeing Daichi strangely, making the boy a little uncomfortable. "Why are you still wearing your coat?"

Subconsciously Daichi pulled it closed tighter around him, glancing up at Kyoya. "Well, cause I--I don't know. I'm just...small?"

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "You're too small?" he asked, uncertain of himself. Daichi nodded. "Too skinny. Well, I've seen you play football before. You seem to have a habit of not taking care of yourself." His expression changed from one of intrigue to concern. "Take your coat off."

Daichi stood slowly, shrugging his thick winter coat off onto the chair. Kyoya bit back a gasp so as not to startle Daichi. He stepped forward, unable to take his eyes off the white button-down shirt that clung to Daichi's skinny frame.

"Daichi, why—"

Before Kyoya could ask, a ringing came from Daichi's pocket. The boy mumbled a sorry and got his phone from his pocket. Kyoya watched him pale, reading the number.

"S-sorry, have to..." he trailed off, accepting the call. He flinched the second the loud voice of the other end spoke.

Yukio: Where the hell are you?! Just because I don't say there's a meeting, doesn't mean you get to not come home! Do you understand?!

His mouth went dry.

Daichi: Yes, sir. I-I—

Yukio: SHUT UP!

It was so loud, Kyoya could hear. It was then Kyoya swore he saw a rib through Daichi's shirt.

That bastard.

Yukio: I'm sending a car. I expect a full explanation.

Daichi: Yes, sir. Th—

There was a beep that signaled the other person hung up. Daichi glanced between Kyoya and the floor, unable to hold his gaze for long.

"I--I gotta go," he said, barely spitting the words out. "Sorry."

Kyoya frowned. "I'm sorry too."

Kyoya didn't say anything as he helped Daichi gather his things. "Come on," he said, putting on Daichi's backpack for him. The boy was back in his thick coat again. "Follow me."

Kyoya led Daichi through the halls, ignoring Akito, who was ready to pick another fight. They stopped just outside what looked like the kitchens. There was a kind older woman there, waiting for Kyoya with a smile.

"Master Kyoya, is there something you'd like?" she asked.

"Just something quick, please," Kyoya replied. "Whatever you have."

The woman nodded, disappearing into the kitchen. Daichi didn't understand what was happening, so he just waited. The woman came back a minute later with a small silver bento box.

Kyoya thanked her and then led Daichi towards the front door. He stopped, opened Daichi's backpack, and put the food in the deepest pocket.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?" Kyoya asked. He didn't seem worried in the slightest, and Daichi wondered how he stayed so composed. "And don't forget it's there either."

Kyoya opened the front door to see a limo pulled up in front. The window rolled down, and Daichi saw his father in the back seat.

Kyoya grit his teeth. Then he turned to Daichi and noticed how scared the boy was. Now, Kyoya would claim it was completely instinct that made him do it. Daichi would disagree. Both would come to admit in the end that it was perfect regardless.

Kyoya grabbed Daichi's hand, forcing the other to look into his eyes. His hand felt warm in Kyoya's. Kyoya's colder one served to cool him down, calm him down.

"Stay safe, Daichi," he whispered.

Daichi nodded and smiled a little. "II will."

Instead of saying anything else, Kyoya leaned forward, pulled Daichi in, and kissed him on the cheek. Daichi's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. Kyoya pulled away after only that short encounter.

"Goodbye, Daichi," he said.

"Goodbye," Daichi replied quietly but clearly.

Squeezing Kyoya's hand once, Daichi went off into the limo, not risking a backwards glance in case he changed his mind.