"Hah? You're going to hold a booth, Kyoya?" Irina asked as she painted her nails in the faculty room. She wore a long Bordeaux skirt that hid her legs, and a long-sleeved turtle necked wool top, leaving only her hand and face to show off her delicate skin. At the moment, she had wiped the pink nail polish off her nails and was now applying a nude color.

Kyoya admitted he didn't expect to see her dressed so "prudely" upon his return, but he didn't dislike it. On the contrary, it fit her quite well and made her seem less easy and more professional. It gave her another type of charm, but it wasn't such a big discrepancy as it neatly complemented her temperament.

Hearing her question, Kyoya, who polished his faithful scalpel, paused. At the moment, only the two hitmen were in the staff room, Koro-sensei was somewhere, not with them. While Karasuma and Takashi both taught the students outside, the sound of rubber weapon cutting through the wind, of bb bullets whistling toward their targets, and grunting and panting of the sparring students, sounded in the background.

"Yes, with some— friends of mine," he told her, his lips quirking into an amused smile as he chuckled under his breath. His dirty-blue eyes carefully narrowed, glinting with mirth behind his glasses before he gazed down at the blade in his hand.

Irina pursed her lips. She lightly blew on her nails before closing her nail polish and storing it away. "Friends?" she echoed with a raised eyebrow. "Yours?" she added as she leaned over the table and toward the raven head. "How come I never heard of them?" she asked in a whiny tone, using some of her tricks without noticing it.

Kyoya hummed. "Easy, I never told you, that's all."

"And why is that? As your family—" Kyoya looked up, Irina would have never called him family before joining 3-E, this mission truly changed her. "I expect you to introduce me to your friends!" she demanded.

"Then I hope you'll tell me first when you get yourself a boyfriend," Kyoya slyly answered, his eyes sliding to glance out the window in an obvious hint before he looked back at her.

Irina flushed. "Tha— That's a given, of course, I'll tell you," she petulantly mumbled. "A-Anyway," she cleared her throat, recomposing herself as she carefully moved her hands so that her painted nails wouldn't get dirty. "So, what is it you're going to do?"

Kyoya paused, he stored his scalpel away, wondering if he should tell her until he remembered Irina was a certified honey-trap. While she would make a great addition to their club, and bring in even more profits, Kyoya didn't feel like having her join. Unconsciously, he probably wanted the Host Club to be only them and no one else. He snorted at his thoughts. How selfish.

His eyes turned to look into Irina's clear blue and curious eyes. They met in a staring contest, and a brilliant idea flashed through Kyoya's mind. He leaned closer to her, slowly and naturally, his every moves casual and unnoticed. His gloved hand reached out to hold Irina's chin, leaving the girl bemused and momentarily dazed. "Would you like to know, Mademoiselle?" he lowly whispered in her ear.

As smoothly as the sultry words rolled off his rusty tongue, he let her go and sat back, his face going back to its usual laid back expression and leaving no trace of the seductive air that previously shrouded him. It took Irina a few seconds to process the event. For one, she would have never guessed Kyoya would act this way in her life. For two, she wasn't the least bit guarded against the raven head. He was one of the people she trusted most despite finding him annoying. For three, although she knew he had the lingering ability to become a honey-trap had he not turned to the medical field, she never expected him to be so smooth.

"Y-y-you!" she cried, covering her ear as her face erupted in a crimson face. Her voice was loud enough to the point that everyone outside heard them. If they weren't paying attention to them before, the student body was now totally focused on the two hitmen. "Wh-what was that for!" she demanded.

Kyoya chuckled. "How was it?" he asked her, ignoring her flushed state. "As a professional honey-trap, allow me some feedbacks, will you?" he added, the amiable smile on his lips never fading as he gazed into Irina's eyes.

At first, Irina's eyes were covered with embarrassment and surprise, it changed to confusion and suspicion, before going back to its composed state. She faked a cough as if to excuse her screaming. "What do you mean?"

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, and Irina could see in his eyes the words: "are you stupid, or are you doing it on purpose?" 

Irina gritted her teeth, not letting him get to her nerves like many times before. She carefully exhaled and rearranged her thoughts. "If it's about your performance, I don't know what kind of technique you're going for, but it's quite good," she professionally complimented. "Your movements were smooth and unsuspecting, and your tone just right."

Kyoya nodded, satisfied. "If it can pass your test, then I'm not so rusty," he mused, referring to his hosting skills. He ignored Irina's questioning look at his words, merely simpering. "Yes, you wanted to know what kind of booth we were holding," he brought the topic back on the table, and Irina nodded. "We are opening a Host Club. You are invited to stop by," he seriously told her with a smile on his face as he pulled an invite for her to receive.

Irina was left stunned. "A Host Club!" she shouted, once again bringing the attention to the staff room. This time, the training session ended, and the students tried to discreetly inch closer to get a better gist of the two's talk.

Kyoya hummed, unperturbed by her surprise. "You heard me correctly, Takashi, some friends, and I are going to hold a Host Club," he repeated. "I'll even attend to your needs if you stop by Irina, and I'll make you a price," he added, his eyes gleaming behind his spectacles.

Irina refrained herself from crying yet again. Her nail polish now dry, she rubbed her temples before sitting down and pulling some topcoat from her small vanity. She began to religiously apply it as if it would soothe her nerves. "Shimamori, too," she mumbled. "I knew you got along, but I didn't think it was to this point," she muttered.

Kyoya chuckled. "Oh, I wasn't the one who convinced him. Don't give me so much credit," he humbly refuted, earning himself a glare from the blond.

Irina sighed. "And? Who else is taking part in your Host Club?" she questioned as she finished coating her right hand's nails with topcoat. The question picked the interest of the students that eavesdropped outside of the staff room.

Kyoya hummed. "Well, I don't think you know them," he mused, lightly tapping his lower lip with his gloved pointer finger. "One of them is a student at Kunugigaoka Junior High, the other two are respectively in High School and Elementary School," he explained with a grin.

Irina's hand shook, letting some topcoat to cover some of her skin instead of her nail. "What kind of friends do you have, Kyoya?" she incredulously asked. "Someone from the military. A Junior High student. A High schooler, and an Elementary Student," she listed. "How did you even meet if it wasn't back at the organization?"

Kyoya pondered over her words for a second. "Well, I met Takashi here," he seriously began as if on cue, the said raven head entered the faculty room. "Mitsukuni was one of Takashi's friends— he's the Kunugigaoka student, by the way," he described.

"Wait, Kannazuki Mitsukuni?" Irina asked, interrupting Kyoya's introduction.

Takashi's eyes narrowed as they flicked to look at Irina. "Yes," he answered with a nod, ignoring the fact that she addressed Kyoya.

"As he said," Kyoya continued. "As for Haruhi, we met in a café she was working at—"

"Did you try to pick her up?" Irina guardly asked.

Kyoya snorted. "Please, I would never try to pick her up," he countered, sounding highly amused by the prospect of flirting with his best friend's former wife and supposedly wife-to-be. "Even if I tried to flirt with her, she wouldn't fall for it," he told her with an eye roll. "As I was saying, Haruhi then introduced us to Tamaki, and that's how we got there," he finished. "By the way, Ho— Mitsukuni is the one that came up with the Host Club idea."

Irina blinked. She finished applying the topcoat and stored the transparent bottle in her vanity. "Is that so."

"Yes," was Takashi's one-word answer.

"Eeeh? So you won't help us with our booth Sensei?" Nakamura called out from the window. The wind blew her blond hair back as a playful smile adorned her face. She rested her hand on the windowsill as she leaned in to have a better look at her teachers.

Takashi gave her a look. "Should we?" he asked with a tilt of his head, face unreadable as his icy-blue eyes looked into Rio's light blue ones.

Nakamura grinned. "I mean, you are part of 3-E, Shimamori-sensei," she winked at the ever so stoic male before looking at the listening Kyoya with a smile. "You too, Oshiro-sensei."

Kyoya hummed. He gave Rio his usual amiable smile. "While I feel flattered, I have previous engagements, you'll have to excuse me," he politely declined. Takashi's one-word response 'yes' supported his claim.

Irina sighed. "Nothing against you, Shimamori, but how are you going to Host?" she asked him as she listened to his every one-word answers with minute boredom. She didn't doubt his potential since she could sense it, what she doubted was his skills.

Kyoya repeatidly clicked his tongue as he lightly shook his pointer finger from side to side. "This is where you are wrong, my dear. Takashi here is the 'Wild' type, otherwise known as the 'Strong and Silent' type," he corrected, taking the occasion to advertise the member. "Because you do not understand his charm doesn't mean he doesn't have any," he pointed out.

"I see the 'Strong and Silent' more than I see the 'Wild'," Irina muttered as she looked at Takashi with some scrutiny. The students that eavesdropped on them could only nod in agreement.

Kyoya sighed, shaking his head in mild defeat. "You'll see what I mean if you stop by," he didn't lose an opportunity to advertise their booth.

Irina nodded, slightly unconvinced before she leaned over the table to look at Kyoya. Her topcoat was the 'dry in thirty seconds' type, so she didn't fear for her nails anymore. "Wait, if Shimamori is the 'Wild' or 'Silent' type or whatever, what does that make you? The 'Sly' type?" she joked.

Kyoya's amiable smile didn't change. "I would be the 'Cool' type," he corrected. Irina stared at his face, muttering an 'I don't get it' under her breath. Kyoya chuckled. "That's because you know me better, but the customers don't," he told her with a genuine smile.

Irina hummed. "There's some logic to your words," she accepted with a slight nod of her face before she zipped her vanity close and put it away. "I'll see if I can stop by then," her words brought a brilliant— yet obviously fake smile on Kyoya's lips. "You'll need to tell me where it's located though."

Kyoya nodded. "But of course, the moment Mitsukuni's got the place down, I'll tell you," he agreed. He turned to the students that listened to them and slightly inclined his head. "Since you are my students, I suppose I can give you a discount too if you ever decide to stop by," he told them, the amiable and selling smile perfectly plastered over his lips. "It shouldn't be a problem, right, Takashi?" he asked the raven behind him.

Takashi shook his head. "It's okay."

Kyoya smiled, he turned to the students. "See?" he rhetorically asked. "Which reminds me, since we got to it a bit late, we shouldn't open until the second day of the festival," his eyes flicked to Takashi who nodded in confirmation. "I suppose we'll help you out on your first day," he concluded.

"Hehe, count on us to work you to the bone, Sensei," Rio laughed with a grin.

Kyoya raised a provocative eyebrow, the amiable smile never receding. "Oh? I'll look forward to it then."

Takashi gave a slight nod of agreement from behind Kyoya.