SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
To say that this was the last position she had expected to find herself in was the understatement of the century.
It wasn’t so much that she hadn’t been tossed around like a rag doll before, rather than the fact that this was Kyouya Ootori grabbing her like she weighed nothing and tossing her over his shoulder. She was completely mortified over having screamed a little when she was picked up, but there were some completely justifiable factors contributing to that little moment of pure terror: first of all, tall and slender as he was, how was she to know that the both of them wouldn’t have ended up on the floor? And secondly, at 5’3” she was very low to the ground and usually liked to keep it that way. She was allowed to be completely concerned when the ground was no longer supporting her feet without warning.
And the cherry on top: Who in their right mind would expect the Shadow King of the Host Club to sweep a girl off her feet this way?
"I am tryin' so hard not to swear like a sailor right now — but I am pretty sure I just had a heart attack,” she wheezed. When she had caught her breath and her heart was no longer trying to leap out of her chest in alarm, she frowned and kicked her legs, hoping it would persuade him to reunite her with the floor — gently. “What exactly are you trying to prove here, Mista’ Honey Badger?”
