OHSHC-Kyoya-Fanclub

Kyoya looked at his watch again, tapping his foot impatiently. He had been standing outside of music room 3 for at least twenty minutes waiting for the sweets he had ordered to arrive. Sighing, he made a note in his black book to phone the manager of the Sweet Treats company to register a complaint; the delivery woman was supposed to arrive an hour ago. I am going to get a discount for this tardiness, Kyoya thought to himself, pushing his glasses up, or my name's not Kyoya. Pushing his jet black hair out of his face, he leaned against the wall and stared down the hallway impatiently. Tamaki popped his head out from inside of the music room.