He really shouldn't be here, but as soon as your fingers settle on the side of his face, lips meeting his in greeting, all worries leave him. Kyoya is quick to pull you aside, his hand holding your own in a gentle grip as he leads you to where nobody will see or interrupt you. Secrecy is key to your meetings, after all. You try not to laugh at his eagerness, but the light giggle that escapes your lips can't be helped.