#hikaru x kaoru

[kurna-kovite]

big fan of codependency. i don't care that they had an arc about this im going to pretend it didn't happen and write hitachiincest like they can't ever be apart for longer than 48 hours at most

#hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #hitachiin brothers #hitachiincest #hikaru x kaoru

[familyromantic]

Why are so many identical twincest pairings redheads 🧍‍♀️ Hitachiincest, Weasleycest, Valeskacest...

#a: mine #r: brobro #hikaru x kaoru #fred x george #shipcest #jerome x jeremiah #tw:incest #ouran high school host club #harry potter #gotham #canon: no

[oneangstymotherfucker]

Incest in fiction is so good. So messed up and hot. Siblings? Parents messing up their kids? Kids getting too horny for their dads and making it fucking happen? Uncles? Grandmamas? Adoptive family incest? Good fucking shit!!!

Dark and messed up manipulative incest? Passionate and secretive incest? Evil noncon incest that never gets resolved?? Govermnent mandated incest? Accidental incest? Deliberate, loving incest? Somehow all of these things at the same time? It's all lovely!!!!!

Gay incest? Straight incest? Incest that starts out straight and ends up gay? "Only for you" incest? Beautiful!!!!

Twincest? Siblings with a giant age gap? Parent/children with a giant age gap? Cousins with the same exact birthday? Too-young-to-have-been-a-parent and their beyond-their-years kid incest? Older kid fucking their little sibling to try and figure out why their daddy fucked them? Underage incest? Old people incest? Fantastic!

Big crazy brother who is down for absolutely no one but is obsessed with his overpowered brilliant femboy twink little brother? Big mean daddies who can't keep their big mean hands off their kids? Mommies who think it's okay to bring her kids to bed? Supernatural incest with dead family members who are always watching over their out-of-time soul-mate? Younger brother who was supposed to kill his older brother for the throne but can't quit his dick?? Kidnapping incest??? Newly married woman who goes to her mom for help with her husband in bed and finds out they are both actually lesbians and are really down for each other?? Incest that starts out nc but ends up all lovey dovey?? Impregnation incest??? Incest of characters from Disney or cartoons???? Cryptid monsterfucking incest?????? DELICIOUS.

I could read incest fics all day long uwu

#proship #shipcest #thorki #hikaru x kaoru #shotabi #dabishou #pro fiction #proship positivity #elsanna

[sir-klauz]

I knew Ouran High School Host Club was forward thinking for its time and whatnot but damn how deep the lgbtqia+ politics get in it, or any politics, yes my sweet chicken

#ohshc #ouran high school #ouran koukou host club #ouran highschool host club #Lobelia Girls' Academy #Lobelia Girls Academy #zuka club #lgbt anime #lgbtqia #lgbt #lgbtq representation #ohshc manga #ohshc haruhi #ohshc mori #ohshc tamaki #ohshc kyoya #ohshc honey #ohshc kaoru #ohshc hikaru #hikaru x kaoru

[val-creative]

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing(s): Hikaru/Kaoru

Rating: T

Summary: During a pool party-themed Host Club event, Kaoru goes missing. Hikaru stresses.

#ouran #OHSHC #ouran high school host club #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru x kaoru #kaoru x hikaru #ouran host club #hitachiincest

[syrups-fanfic-cafe]

hicchincest (or however its spelled) hcs? (OHSHC) mostly just to surprise this one discord server with them (@oerbow) (p.s. you doin ok?)

Sure thing! I hope these are good enough! And yeah, I'm doing ok, thanks for asking! Also, you were close! They're last name is Hitachiin! - Mod Syrup

Hitachiincest Headcanons

To be honest, everyone already thought they were dating. I mean, don't get me wrong, the twins tried to keep it a secret, but they weren't very good at keeping it a secret. Its actually why most of the girls who visited the host club liked them. Most of the girls liked the thought of the two actually dating.

Alot of the girls seemed to talk about how cute they were together, and how they were practically soulmates. The Twins didn't think much of it, and just assumed that they were being talked about in a platonic sense, but nope, almost everyone who had seen them interacting in the host club was practically shipping them together.

When they finally told the other host club members about how they were actually dating, literally no one was surprised, not even in the slightest. I mean, they tried to act surprised, but it was just as obvious that they weren't, it almost seemed like they were poorly faking it on purpose.

"Was it really that obvious?" "Real question is why do you guys think it wasn't obvious?"

They seemed become way more affectionate for each other after that fact, not by much, but definitely enough for their popularity in the Host Club to increase drastically.

If you couldn't tell by now, they're very open when it comes to affection, they're practically known as the PDA couple of the school. Despite they're well-known relationship, no one seemed to really care, not even the teachers. Just as long as it didn't cause problems for the rest of the school or its image, they were free to be as affectionate as they wanted.

They even held a psuedo-wedding once via popular suggestion.

#☕༻︴tea time {headcanons} #☕༻︴newer customers {anon} #☕༻︴order up! {requests} #hitachiincest #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru x hikaru #hikaru x kaoru #ohshc #brother/brother #shipcest #tw shipcest #ask to tag.

[gelus-ugs]

OHSHC members when you flirt with them

—————————————————————

Prompt: “Did it hurt…when you fell from heaven?”

—————————————————————

Haruhi Fujioka

“Huh?”

Genuinely confused

She has no romantic experience whatsoever, so she has no idea if you’re flirting with her or not

“Thank you..I guess?”

Kaoru Hitachiin

“Oh.”

His face turns SO red and he freezes

He basically malfunctions 💀

I wholeheartedly believe that this man has never been actually flirted with

“Thank you..”

Hikaru Hitachiin

“Why, of course not. The very sight of your gorgeous face was enough to break my fall”

HOW IS HE SO SMOOTH-

He redirects the flirting to you

INTENSE EYE CONTACT SHAKDB

He’s simply a pro 🤷🏾‍♂️ (and the opposite of his brother)

Tamaki Suoh

“Of course not, my dear. I had you to catch me”

Flirts back 💀

You bet your ass he took a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it while making eye contact

Somehow a white rose ended up tucked behind your ear-

You can’t out-flirt the king 🤷🏾‍♂️

Kyoya Ootori

Okay, I see this going two ways with this guy

“No, not really. You see, I happened to crawl from the very depths of hell”

He just ruins the mood and goes on about his day 😭

OR

“Why, shouldn’t I be asking you that, darling?”

Flirts back 🤭

He’s so smooth w it too

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

“Awe, thank you [Nickname]-Chan!”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before offering you a slice of cake to show his gratitude!

He’s such a cutie 🥰

Takashi Morinozuka

He doesn’t have a verbal response

But you can tell that you caught him off guard by his body language

His eyes widen and his cheeks turn red 🤭

He gives you a kiss on the cheek as a response before walking away

#x reader #ohshc #ouran highschool host club #ohshc x reader #ouran highschool host club x reader #gender neutral reader #tamaki suoh #tamaki x reader #kyoya otoori #kyoya x reader #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru x reader #kaoru x reader #haruhi fujioka #haruhi x reader #mitsukuni haninozuka #mitsukuni x reader #takashi morinozuka #mori x reader

[thelovinghost]

Hello there!!!! may i request headcanons on how the ouran host would flirt??

YES OMG I JUST SAW THIS REQUEST ON JULY 1 2023 [Yet I'm posting this in almost August...] Left out Mori cause he don't talk

Tamaki Suoh

A natural born flirt

He's so good, even his regular talking sounds like he's flirting

He's a cheesy flirt, but he has his moments were he's like a poet

"Your eyes are deep as my love for you"

"I'd rather look into your eyes than any stars in the night sky"

He knows how to make anyone blush, even those daring cougars

Man is great at foreplay

You get so used to his flirting that you become immune to it

^ He gets really upset by this, flirting is his best trait

^ Bro gets into a mental crisis. If he loses his flirting ability, will you become unattracted to him?

He loves when you play along with him and flirt back

He loves to flirt and it's his life

Though, if you're better than him at flirting?

He doesn't even know how to process it

Doing it effortlessly? He wants you to stop, because he's afraid you might flirt with other people, even if you don't realize it

You think he's over reacting [And you're right]

Hikaru Hitachiin

He's mean

At first he flirted with you as a joke, you know, like friends

But then when he gains feelings, he becomes a weird ball of confusion and uncontrolled emotions and he takes it out on you

He's mean to you, because he doesn't know how else to express his emotions

You're very confused

He gives you mixed emotions

One second he's over you like cuteness on a puppy then the next he ignores you

His brother will confront him and will sweep in to help your relationship [If you could call it that]

He'll flirt with you, so that Hikaru accepts his feelings [he doesn't]

In fact, he gets into a fight with his brother when they get mad

Hikaru and Kaoru get into such a bad fight, that it effects their host club activities

Hikaru's scared of rejection and abandonment

He's scared if he opens up, you won't want him

But you think he's fine either way

He's just a bad flirt with someone he likes, to cut it short

Kaoru Hitachiin

He's genuinely the best flirt

He's sweet and kind and unlike Tamaki he doesn't flirt with everyone

He's able to express every emotion he has for you when he flirts, unlike his brother

It's not even really flirting for him. It's just him telling you how much he loves you and everything you do to him

He'll make you blush and smile so much your cheeks hurt

He's genuinely so smooth

He'll grab your hands and tell you sweet nothings

He genuinely means everything he says to you

He loves you and wants you to know that

Mitsukuni 'Honey' Haninozuka

He has a child-like idea of flirting

He'll give you his sweets and lets you hold Usa-chan

He loves admiring you and will just randomly say how pretty he thinks you are

He's so cute, he can say the dirtest things and you won't even realize what it means

You'll think it's just cute

But it's not. He is a filthy, nasty, dude

But he has this child-like innocence atmosphere around him

He compares you to his favorite sweets and tells you he'd pick you over Usa-chan

[Damn, that's a compliment]

"You're as sweet as sugar, Y/n-chan!"

He has this sweet smile on his face as he tells you everything

"Y/n have you ever heard of a Funky Monkey?"

"No, why?"

He laughs, shaking his head, "I can show you, if you'd like"

Don't let him show you

He wants you to see him as a man, not a boy, hence the sex innuendos

Kyoya Ootori

His idea of flirting is pointing out your flaws and criticizing you

Kind of a douchebag ngl

I guess another way to put is that he's not to good with words

He'll take you wherever you wanna go

^ That's kind of his love language

He kind of looks at you and admires you

Though he doesn't admit it

He, like Hikaru, is scared of his emotions

He uses his actions instead of words

It's okay, you understand him well enough to accept this

You don't mind

Though when does open up to you, he'll occasionally, VERY RARELY, say something sweet

"You look nice today, Y/n"

You'll look down at your yellow dress, which you always wear because it's the uniform. "Ummm.... Thank you?"

He feels like an idiot after saying this though, so please don't call him out

Haruhi Fujioka

Terrible flirt

Can not flirt to save her life

When she does 'flirt' it's not even consciously

It's kind of like a mask

When she does try and tell you how she feels, it kind of falls flat?

Like she says it in such a flat tone and it comes off weird?

"Wow, you smell nice today"

^ "Excuse me?" [She says it like she either doesn't mean it or that you smell awful every other time of day]

She just keeps making it worse by continuing with it and not backing down

In fact, you'll probably be turned off by her for a while, because of her flirting

Eventually one of the other host club members hear her flirting and go to save her

"Haha, he doesn't mean that. He's an idiot." They'll pat her back, before dragging him off

"What is wrong with you? What was that?"

"I was flirting"

They then laugh at her and she frowns

She needs help

#ohshc #ohshc x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki suoh #kaoru hitachiin x reader #kaoru x reader #hikaru hitachiin x reader #hikaru x reader #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #haruhi fujioka #haruhi fujioka x reader #honey x reader #ohshc honey x reader #mitsukuni haninozuka x reader #mitsukuni x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #kaoru hitachiin #yandere ohshc #flirting

[ellssbellss]

I may or may not have been awake for about 48 house, so I wanted to ask a request before I fall asleep.

The hosts when their SO was up for 2 days straight doing work and starts to slip when get to the host club and acting a little bit too much like the Kyoya.

been thinking about this more than my actual story lately, and i have terrible writer's block, so hopefully this will help! {thank you, anon for the idea!}

The Host Club and their Sleepy, Cranky S.O. {Ohshc X Gender Neutral!Reader}

.oOo.

"mon amour? you need to wake up, darling." tamaki's voice whispers gently in your ear.

the darkness that had surrounded you minutes ago suddenly vanishes as you open your eyes, your head swiftly lifting off of the hard surface that you had rested your eyes upon just a few minutes ago.

it had been just a few minutes, right?

coming out of your tired daze, you feel a warm hand under your chin, and your eyes are turned to meet the concerned, violet gaze of your boyfriend. he is positioned above you, one soft hand resting the club's table in front of you and the other on your face, trailing gently from the point of your chin to the roundness of your cheekbones as his thumb runs gently over the skin there.

"my love, do you know what time it is?" his voice was like butter as dips his head a little deeper, worry creasing his perfect face as he watches you lean into his touch almost automatically.

"mmph..." through his stress about your exhausted state, he giggles slightly as you sigh and shrug, your eyelids dropping more with each second. "i don't know, love."

"it's nine, (y/n)."

"what?" any haze that had chained your brain was broken as you shot out of his gentle hold.

straightening your back, you peer towards the large windows that created a barrier between the club room and the outside world, seeing an endless night erasing any of the natural light you had experienced when you walked in here after class.

"it's nine o'clock?" panicked, the chair screeches across pristine tile as you grab at the things scattered across the table. laptop, charging cords, notebooks and pencils all make their way into your grasp as you hurriedly shove them into your bag. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

tamaki had watched the stress bunch up in your shoulders the minute you broke away from his grasp. he watches it wind into your muscles and face as you close up your pack and swing it around one arm, hastily pushing the chair in.

"you look like you needed your rest." he says softly, taken aback by your harsh tone. "i talked to my father to let us stay here a little while longer, since i know you have been working really hard on that project you have, and i thought-"

"exactly!" without raising your voice, he feels the sharp frustration rolling off the tip of your tongue, and it pierces something tender as you whip around to face him. "i have been working so hard not to get behind on my schedule, and now that's all out window. why didn't you wake me up like I asked?"

yellow eyebrows raise as you bite back at him, and he is getting whiplash from the sudden venom in your voice. "i tried, (y/n), but you didn't wake up!" his hands move in an pleading gesture. "you shoved my hand off when i tried to shake you and faced the other way when i kissed your cheek. the end of the world couldn't wake you."

your lips purse as your eyes squint and roll, and you stomp towards the door. stuttering, your golden retriever boyfriend follows behind as you nearly rip the door off it's hinges in your haste.

his words are rushed as he rushes to follow you out of the club room as you make your way down the long, empty staircase. "truly, you're not as behind as you might think, angel, not with all the work you've been doing?"

"you would think, huh?" another frustrated sigh escapes you, but it's more tuned towards yourself than anything. you push through the grand entrance of the school.

tamaki chases you out into the moonlight. his tall form stops in the doorframe though, when he sees the way the pale light drapes over your figure.

your usual bright stance sags in the night, and the hand he loves to hold rakes harshly through your perfect locks before it disappears to run down your face.

"(y/n), mon amour, what's wrong?" you hear his dress shoes click against the pavement. long arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a soft cheek nuzzles against the side of your face. tamaki tightens his hold, encouraging you to melt into his form. "talk to me."

after nothing more than a second, you do, because how could you not?

your head falls back as your spine molds into the bends and divots of tamaki's long torso, and a deep, shuddering sigh ripples out of you.

"i'm sorry, my love." tamaki feels your apology vibrate against his chest. "i just-, i've been extra stressed lately."

"about your project?"

"yes."

"why, angel?"

your neck twists, and you meet your prince's gaze in the complexity of his embrace, and tamaki sees the deep circles under your eyes. he notes how they had darkened since the last time he noticed them.

"i just have a lot riding on my grade for this course. my mother is counting on me for the future of her company, and if this project doesn't go well, then..."

"stop it." the comforting hug he had wrapped you in briefly vanishes as his touch pulls against your uniform. his fingers travel up your waist and forearms, gently grasping your shoulders as he spins you around to face him. "stop thinking like that."

when you're looking at him, his hands run up the rest of your body to your face, holding your jawline in his touch. "you've been working and worrying for two days, mon amour. you haven't been taking care of yourself, and there is nothing more important than your wellbeing."

his tone is different from his gallivanting, and incredibly endearing, dramatics. it's gracefully intense, like when he helped a struggling doctor find his way to his estranged daughter. the way he looks at you is also fierce, love and determination swimming in his purple irises.

"tamaki..."

"why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"

"i haven't had the time!" your voice tries weakly to defend yourself, but tamaki raises another eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "there isn't enough time in the day for me to work as hard as i have been and get a full night's rest."

"then why haven't you come to me about it?"

"i...i don't know." defeated, there is a drop in your gaze as you give up trying to defend yourself. "i thought i could do it on my own."

"you don't have to do anything on your own. not when you're with me." tamaki bends slightly to get into your line of sight. "you know you can talk to me, (y/n); that i'm here to give you anything and everything you need."

your (e/c) eyes whip back up to him. "i know that, love, but i-"

"no buts. you come to me if you need me. that's how it has always been for us."

the moonlight reflects off the small amount of wetness in your eyes, and tamaki's serious expression crumples. all of your stress and exhaustion breathes out of your body at his words. he smiles softly as you bury your face in his chest, placing his hand on your hair and another at your back, kissing the side of your head.

"i need you." your voice sings through the night, into the air as it's carried into the rose garden, red petals fully in bloom.

.oOo.

kyoya has seen this look before.

the tension of your lips as they writhe over your teeth. the slam of your footsteps as you make your way over to your usual seat across from him. especially the small smile you give to whomever greets you.

the smile that doesn't reach your eyes. the smile that falls immediately after you give some random excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation, and you let it fall because you think no one is looking.

but kyoya was watching.

"good morning, (y/n)." he greets over his laptop as you click open your own, and you meet his gaze briefly before turning your attention back to your computer, giving him the same dismissive smile.

being that he was your boyfriend, that hurt a little.

"good morning, kyo."

he lets his eyes linger on the bored, dull look that you attach to your screen, accompanied by your sluggish movements and purple smudges under your eyes. a dark eyebrow quirks from behind his glasses as your chest rises with a sigh, and your face crinkles despairingly at whatever you are working on.

"what are you doing?"

your lashes flick up to him once more before returning back to your task at hand. "i'm working on the budget."

he blinks a little at your reply. "still?"

the tension from your mouth seeps into your form at his question, and you shift in your seat. "yes, love, thank you so much for pointing that out."

lips parting slightly at the sarcasm in your voice, the club's director raises his fingers off of his keyboard, favoring to clasp them under his chin instead as a more calculating gaze sweeps the figure of his beloved.

he catches an eyebrow twitch, a flare of your nostrils, the way your head bobs slightly before you shake it, as if that could erase the pure exhaustion radiating from you.

yes, kyoya has seen this look before.

in the mirror.

"how much sleep did you get last night, my dear?"

this time, you don't even look at him when you answer. you just shrug at him, too focused on your typing to really concentrate on a reply. "i don't know. maybe an hour or so-."

a sharp flare of concern rises in his chest before you spin your computer on it's base, shoving the screen in his direction with a wary look in your eye. "does this look right to you? i feel like something's missing."

his hands are still at his mouth when he glances at the spreadsheet you two created together, the perfect, color coded numbers arranged into straight columns.

but his brow furrows even more the longer he looks at it. lowering his hands to the device, kyoya pulls it closer to him as he scrolls through, skimming the text for any sign of error or miscalculation.

he finds none.

"(y/n), this is perfect." his pupils dart across the page behind his frames. "i have no idea what you're stressing over."

the laptop is pulled away from him once more as you run a hand through your hair. "no, no." you hit the backspace button on your keyboard, tired eyes squinting over the excel sheet. "something isn't right."

your aggressive typing fills the air once more, a little more frenzied and anxious than a minute before.

kyoya leans back in his chair, still observing. "(y/n), have you been working out this budget since the time i sent it to you?"

"of course."

"that was two days ago."

"i know."

he stands, pushing out his chair, but you don't notice. "have you slept at all?"

"not really. i've been going through the math, the incoming inventory. sure, it looks perfect now, and we are within this month's spending range, but i know there's a way to save more money. if i could just-"

"that," the lid of your computer is suddenly pushed down, closing the screen in front of you. a pale hand with pianist-like fingers attached to it splays across your protective case. "is more than enough, then."

"kyoya!" you sit in front of him, shock emanating from your face as his name is gasped from your lips. "what the hell?"

kyoya leans in front of you, one hand bracing your laptop closed while the other slips into the pocket of his trousers. his raven hair falls into his eyes a little bit, but the gray color is still piercing and raw.

"my dear," he pulls away slightly, adding pressure onto your computer so that it drags to his side of the table. "you need to take a break."

"a break?" you rise as well, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but your director could tell that your patience was thinning. "i'm on the brink of figuring this out, and you want me to take a break?"

"you already have figured it out, (y/n). i looked it over. you found the solution."

"but it could be better."

quickly, kyoya rounds the table, walking into your space to grab one of your hands.

he places both of his palms around one of your own, trying to get through to you through his touch instead of his words, even if the connection was small.

"how much sleep have you had in the past forty-eight hours?"

abandoned by the distraction your work gave you, you now face your boyfriend head on as he studies your movements.

since the moment you met him, kyoya has always watched you intently. as a man who didn't involve himself with anything that he didn't care greatly for, the process of dating him has and will always include him taking the time to observe and study you; to commit your mannerisms to memory. gray irises will forever notice how you bounce your leg underneath your desk when you have something to say but won't say it out right. or how you take your (f/h/d) in the morning, and the exact brand that you use.

or how your face lights up when he comes into view from down the hallway, and you excuse yourself to meet him halfway.

or how you always seem to kiss him with soothing, deep movements, which always encourages him to respond in kind.

but, very rarely is that intent stare coupled with concern.

yet, here it was, bathing his beloved gaze as he waits for your reply, leaving you with an aching heart. you think back to they way you've been acting, cranky and stand-offish, and a pang of regret sparks in your stomach.

your hand adjusts slightly in his as you hold onto his grasp, albeit a little nervously.

"you want the truth?" your beautiful eyes break his gaze as you stubbornly shift in place.

"always."

"not very much. maybe three hours." he swallows as that sharp flare of concern burns into an engulfing flame in his torso. "in total."

A disappointed frown etches onto his handsome features, but it's not angry. it's sad.

sad that he didn't see your exhaustion before, not in it's totality. he saw your frequent yawns and the way you tended to drift off mid-conversation, but he was busy with work as well, and couldn't connect the dots until now.

"(y/n)-"

"i know, i know. it's not the best." you take a deep breath and look at him with more confidence, ready to admit to your actions. "the perfectionist in me kind of let loose. i'm sorry, i just wanted it to be the best that it could be. for the club, ya know? for you."

tugging on your clasped hands, a deep hum resonates from the ootori son as he draws you closer. soon, your hands naturally loop around his neck while he settles his hold at your waist.

his forehead rests on yours as he sighs deeply, and you close your eyes as his low voice reaches your ears. "i think the best thing for me and the club is for you to get some rest."

he smirks a little as he feels you giggle tiredly against him. "yeah, i think you're right."

kyoya chuckles softly as he raises his forehead off of yours to place a kiss in the same spot. "i'm always right, my dear."

.oOo.

"hikaru! stop it!"

arms caged yours as you writhed against his chest. your legs were wild as they kicked up into the air, barely missing your boyfriend as he picked you up from where you had sat on your desk.

"put me down right now! what are you even doing?"

he grunts a little as your swinging legs hit his calves before throwing you down on your bed. unceremoniously, the bed frame creaks with your weight as you land face first into your duvet.

a loud huff escapes you as you turn around from your position, seeing hikaru standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed, a victorious smile plastered onto his sharp mouth.

"well, i asked you to take a break from your studying. and you said 'make me.'" his fingers come to either side of his head to create quotation marks. "so i made ya."

"i didn't mean literally, jackass." you grumble as you shift. your palms push your body up off the bed and spin you so that you are seated properly on your comforter. scooting roughly to the edge of your mattress, you barely stand up before your pushed onto the bed again.

"hikaru!"

"nope. not gonna happen."

"i need to study!"

"that's what you've been saying for the past two days!" his rough voice sounds exasperated as he gestures wildly to you. "in the clubroom, in the cafeteria, on our facetime calls. shit, (y/n), i don't think there has been a single second where i haven't seen that textbook open in front of you."

he points to the hefty calculus book open on your desk, three quarters of the pages turned to one side.

"that's what studying is!" you move to get up again with another frustrated sigh. "my test is tomorrow, my love, i can't afford any breaks right now."

this time, instead of simply pushing your back onto the bed, hikaru pins you down. in a flash, golden eyes fill your vision as his fingers clamp around your wrist. when you fall back, his weight takes you down as he flops heavily on your chest.

"you're not going anywhere, baby. not until you tell me what's going on."

"nothing is going on." you huff, blowing a few of his ginger strands out of his face. "now get off me."

"i don't believe you." ever the stubborn twin, hikaru makes a point to wiggle his body on top of yours to amplify the fact that you have no hope of pushing him off. "and i'm not moving until i believe you."

"what?" you bite back.

a more serious tone laces his voice as he scans you. "today, during club hours, you looked like a zombie."

you shoot him a blank look. "thanks."

"a gorgeous zombie, but still."

"not helping."

a crease forms between his eyebrows at your usually soft, bright tone crackling into dry one. "you were dragging your feet, and talking to yourself more than usual. it was creepy."

you rolled your eyes, and hikaru watches as the bags under your eyes moved with the motion, his jaw setting into a firm line.

"so i'm not getting off of you until you tell me what's been up your ass lately."

offended, you gasp and writhe once more, trying to break free of the surprisingly strong grasp the hitachiin twin has on your wrists. "i don't have time for this!"

he chuckles a little at your flustered expression and sinks more of his weight onto your figure. "well, if you're not going to take a break, than i will. i think i'll take a little nap on this comfortable bed."

realizing he doesn't need to pin your arms down anymore with all of his weight on you, he lets go and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his arms and legs sprawling out over your uniform.

"don't you dare, hikaru!" you say as you try to bring your arms underneath him to push him off, but he's just a block of dead weight.

his breath hits your ear, and you can feel the mischievous smile on his lips. "oh, wow, this is a bumpy mattress." wriggling, he adjusts so that he locks perfectly into your body, and a deep sigh emits from his lungs. "that's better."

another weak push strains your muscles before you give up completely. flopping back onto the mattress, you let out a frustrated groan.

"hikaru, please."

"oh, the mattress speaks?"

"my love."

laughing, he presses a kiss onto the column of your throat. "what's up, baby?"

like a weighted blanket, hikaru's body flush against yours has calmed your heart rate slightly, and all the exhaustion and stress that you have been feeling suddenly comes to a head.

your arms lift from your sides to wrap around his toned back, and you turn your face into the divot connecting his shoulder and his collarbone, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne and laundry detergent.

"i've been awake for the past forty-eight hours."

his chest rumbles with a sympathetic hum. "i know."

"i'm tired."

his head pops up from the embrace, and sincerity shines in the liquid gold of his irises. "let's take a nap, and then we can figure something out afterwards, yeah?"

you can already feel your eyelids dragging over your pupils. "yeah, that sounds nice."

as you succumb to your fatigue, you barely register the way hikaru rolls off of you. his warmth returns when you feel an arm wedge itself under your waist and pull you to him so that you can lay on his chest with ease. the other wraps around your shoulders, and you feel his breath tickling the top of your head as he settles in beside you.

"thanks for telling me, baby."

.oOo.

"so, i think because i found the magnitude of this vector, than i should be able to find the acceleration, right?" kaoru asks, back hunched over his desk, spinning a pencil in his left hand as he concentrates on the paperwork in front of him.

when he doesn't get a response, he stops fidgeting and looks over to you: his incredibly intelligent, and usually helpful, partner.

you're sat next to him, slaving away at your laptop while he watches the blue light practically burn your retinas.

well, sat is a strong word.

you slouched, your neck barely able to keep your head on your shoulders as you worked at his desk, fingers robotically clicking at your mouse and dragging images to their predetermined place, your graphic design coming to fruition with each release of a button.

"(y/n)?"

at the sound of your name, your spine flinches slightly as it straightens. you whip your head towards him with such a quick motion, that he winces at the twist of the muscle, hoping you didn't get whiplash.

his hopes are dashed when you immediately face the front, bringing one of your hands up to massage the nape of your neck.

"are you okay?"

"i'm fine," you breathe, exhaustion sprinkled in your sigh. "what did you need?"

cautiously, kaoru slides his paper over to you while you shift closer to him, pulling your chair over until your legs touch underneath his desk.

"i don't know if i got this problem right."

through a yawn, your eyes scan his homework, everything coming together in a blurry font due to your lack of sleep. you can barely make out his handwriting on your best day, so the fact that you hardly think straight doesn't really help.

but you couldn't let kaoru know that.

"it looks good, babe."

he quirks a ginger eyebrow, glancing between the paper and then back up to where you sat.

"yeah?" he asks, studying you carefully.

"for sure."

"okay, well then," your boyfriend flips the paper over, where another disarray of words meet you. he scribbles something out before circling an answer choice from his options, then looks back at you. "that must be right, too, yeah?"

you nod, blinking slowly. "mhmm." you turn to look at him, a small smile on your lips. "you're so smart, love."

his lips curve up into a half-smirk as he tilts his head, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. golden irises squint as he glances over your face once more. "it's a smiley face."

your smile fades. "huh?"

the sneaky twin gestures towards the paper again, and after rubbing your palms over your eye-sockets, a happy face penciled in lead comes into accusing focus.

"i drew a smiley face, and you said i was smart." kaoru summarizes, a deadpan tone only being interrupted slightly as he laughs through his sentence. "what is going on with you?"

a frustrated whine ripples past your throat as you rest your head in your hands. your voice breaks into a quiet groan, and while your volume doesn't rise, your disappointment does. "god, this essay is making me lose my mind! i can't even think clearly, let alone write three more pages of this shit."

"hey, woah." kaoru rests his hand against your spine and rubs it, moving his hand back and forth in calming motions. "talk to me."

another deep sigh rushed out of you as you talk behind your hands, and your poor boyfriend can't hear a single thing.

the hand on your back glides to the side of your face, bringing your chin up and out of your grasp. he locks his gaze with yours as he leans back in his chair. "try again, babe."

"this essay makes me want to jump off a cliff."

"and you were gonna do that without me? i thought we had an agreement."

"shut up." despite yourself, you laugh.

the fingers on your chin shift to your scalp while he laughs with you, pushing only a few of the stray hairs away from your face. "have you slept?"

"not well."

kaoru notes a redness in your eyes he didn't see before. "not well, or not at all?"

you roll your eyes a little, but he knows it's not directed at him. you're disappointed in yourself. "a mix of both." hastily you look back at him, widening your eyelids a little at a poor attempt to look more awake.

"but it's no big deal!" your voice is a little too bright. "i can catch up on sleep once i submit this paper."

the gingered twin squints his eyes, but to your surprise, he shrugs, spinning in his office chair as he refocuses on his work. "yeah, i guess you're right. i get it."

your mouth was slightly agape at the fact that that actually worked. "you get it?"

"yeah. sometimes, people just can't sleep enough with everything going, ya know? i only got two hours of sleep last night, so i understand what you're going through."

there's a pause. kaoru fights a smirk as he scratches an equation into the top right of his paper.

"what?" a concerned voice reaches his ears, and he almost feels bad for lying. "only two hours?"

"mhmm." he hums, not even giving you a second glance.

"kaoru," the sweetest whine escapes your lips as he feels a hand on his shoulder. he steels his expression into one of confused nonchalance as he faces you again, only to be met with the spot you get between your crinkled eyebrow when you're worried. "why didn't you tell me?"

"what do you mean? it's not a big deal."

"yes it is!" your other hand reaches his opposite shoulder, and he turns to face you fully, reveling in your touch as you move to cradle his face. "sleep is important, babe, you can't just-"

his grin widens as a flash of realization flutters across your face. The worry in your features melts into a blank expression, and he laughs as you push his face away from yours, muttering a "jackass" under your breath.

the sneaky twin closes the distance though, pulling your chair ever closer to his to where nothing was standing in his way to pull you to his lap. you resist slightly, pouting as your sat into the space between his legs, but a natural, familiar gravity pulls you towards him anyway, and your face rests gently in the crook of his neck.

"rest for a couple minutes, okay? your paper will be here when you wake up."

a contended sigh seeps out of you as your exhaustion bubbles up to the surface. your eyelids begin to drop when you speak into his neck. "and what about you?"

kaoru's arms come to wrap around your folded form, burying you closer into his chest. "i'll always be here."

.oOo.

mori had gotten used to your talkative nature. being a man of little words, you complimented him well with your bright, energetic commentary about anything that excited you.

he supposed that he hadn't just gotten used to your bubbly personality shining through your lovely voice, he had come to love it; to rely on it.

so, when you entered your usual sparring session with your heels dragging on the wooden floor of the dojo, not only did the air feel off, he felt off.

your white gi hung off your rounded shoulders, the karate belt around your waist haphazardly tied in a knot at the front. and while you still looked as stunning as ever, mori could feel the confusion and worry well up in his chest.

he stood up from stretching out his hamstrings, his long body gracefully walking over to you to greet you with his usual hug. your smile was tired, and when you wrapped your arms around his thin waist, he felt you snuggle more into his hold and release a breath.

still gripping his waist, you looked up at him, your grin still exhausted but content when you propped your chin on his chest to meet his eyes.

"hey." you said, and your voice was airy and cracked.

"hi."

"how was your day?"

"good." his palms tightened on your back. "yours?"

you could barely keep your eyes open as you shrugged. "meh. it was interesting."

"yeah?"

"yeah." still, even in your tired state, you inched your face closer to his, a dazed look in your eye. "but we can talk about it later."

a disbelieving, good-natured scoff left him as a sharp exhale, your boyfriend knowing full-well that would not want to talk about it later. but he met you halfway, and your lips met in a lazy, soft kiss as he lowered his head to yours.

you had nearly put all of your weight onto him at this point, and as you sunk into his grip, he arched his back to counteract the force. his hands glided from your waist to your cheeks as he tilted his head, smirking slightly at the warm hum that left your throat.

pulling away, he kept his forehead on yours as he held you. a breathy left glazed over his face when you separated from him, and he opened his eyes to see a light curve on your plump lips.

"thanks, takashi. i needed that."

that brought all of his worries rushing back.

"(y/n)..." and you opened your eyes at the way he said your name. since mori wasn't the most vocal man you've been with, you learned to pick up on his tonal cues.

your name could be spoken in many ways. a gentle breeze as he tells you that he loves you, a deep inhale as you, yet again, prove your the clumsiest human alive, or maybe a groan in the late, late hours of the night.

this one was a mild warning, forming at the front of his mouth as he stares at you, deep brown eyes boring into yours with earnest.

"what?" you didn't want him to ask. but, he was kind and loving and really fucking stubborn. so, of course he was.

"what's wrong?"

a whine bubbled to the surface of your soft pallet as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck, even if you had to stand on your tip-toes to do so. abandoning your hold on his waist, you preferred to bring your arms up and around his shoulders, locking them around the back of his neck.

"i don't want to talk about it."

"what happened?"

"nothing, really. i promise."

"doesn't feel like nothing. here," gently, you felt a pressure on your hips as mori pushes you out of his hold, instead moving to grab your hand as he leads you to a traditionally decorated wall of the dojo.

letting go, the stoic leans his back against the wall before sliding down, tucking his lanky form into a sitting position before inviting you to do the same. "sit with me."

and he looked so sweet, his gaze hardened on the surface but filled with emotion and weight within it's depths. so how could you say no?

plus, he really wouldn't stop until you told him.

taking a spot next to him, you let your head roll onto the back of the wall before resting it on his shoulder. and the spot was so comfortable, so familiar, you wanted to fall asleep right there.

mori was stubborn, yes, but he was also patient. he waited like a boulder against the tide as you gathered your thoughts, loyal and permanent and determined to help you through whatever was plaguing you.

in your thoughtful silence, he imagined the stress you had been baring when you were assigned that presentation in class. even if you were energetic and outspoken, he knew public speaking terrified you. the pure panic that had erupted in your irises when you told him about the ten-minute powerpoint you had to put together in three days told him everything he needed to know about how your weekend was going to go.

that was two days ago, and he had suggested this impromptu sparring match to give you a little bit of a break. physical activity always cleared his head when he was stretched, and he figured if he could remind you how strong you were, then you could convince yourself that this would be a piece of cake.

but the bags under your eyes and the unanswered calls from him on your cell-phone made him think that this had been harder on you than he had originally expected.

a small snore broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at the source.

your eyes were peacefully closed, and your lips were parted as deep, calm breaths washed in and out of your chest. he relaxed slightly into the wall, and smiled as you cuddled closer to him in his small movement.

kissing the top of your head, he rested his cheekbone upon your hair as he rested his eyes as well.

you two would talk later. it wasn't physical activity you needed, or even a helping hand if you had let him.

all you needed, really, was a little bit of rest.

.oOo.

"(n/n)-chan! (n/n)-chan!"

honey bounced up to your desk as you typed away, usa-chan banging against the side of his calves as he stopped at the end of your chair. "wanna play with me, (n/n)-chan?"

you barely spared him a glance, but your eyes met his with a quick shake of your head as you returned your urgent glance to your laptop. "not right now, honey. sorry."

the blonde's bouncing stopped, a little to awe-struck at your rejection to feel sad about it. he was more confused than anything. you never said no to him.

a deep, apparent wrinkle appeared between his brows as the boy-lolita tugged on your sleeve, causing your fingers to slip off the keyboard slightly as you typed. "please?"

"what the-?" your hand having slipped, it gently brushes the cup of tea near your working space, and you gasp before rolling your eyes. "no, honey. i told you, i can't. go play with usa-chan, okay?" you quickly pulled your sleeve out of his grasp and got back to your work, leaving him deflated at your side.

this time he was pouting, and the wrinkle on his forehead turned from confused to determined as he walked around to the opposite side of the table to crawl into the chair across from you.

"what are you workin' on?"

this time your eyes flicked up to him for a longer moment. you wondered why he couldn't leave you alone, but you guessed it was better that he was sitting over there rather than pulling at your uniform and keeping you from your work. "the club's website."

he gasped as he swung his legs on the chair, too short to reach the ground from this height. "ooh, are you making it pretty?"

a sigh came from deep within you as your eyes squinted, zooming in on something on the other side of your screen. "you could say that."

"what are you doing to it?"

you shrugged, still focused on your work. "formatting, graphic designing, boring tech stuff."

"cool!" honey excitedly places his palms on the table, seeing if he sat up straighter, he could get a better view. "how do you know how to do all that?"

you suspiciously scanned him over as he edged closer, pulling your computer forward on the table. "lots of practice."

a high-pitched hum exudes from the third-year as he tilts his head, almost fully on the table now, but something has caught your eye, and your back to your furious typing, not noticing how close he's gotten.

his voice sounds distant in your focus. "couldn't you take a break? for cake? a cake break?" he giggles, but his smile falters when you don't hear his joke.

"haven't taken a break in two days, honey. not gonna start now." your voice is low and inattentive, trailing off as you scroll through the columns and columns of pictures and texts.

still crawling towards you, his brown eyes widen slightly. "two days?" he gasps, and begins to count on his fingers. "that's uhhh..." honey counts his fingers under his breath for a moment before he brightens with an answer. "forty eight hours worth of work! did you even sleep?"

"nope. no sleep. kyoya needs this done by tonight."

"what?!" at that, honey stands to his full height, his small but strudy weight easily supported by the desk underneath him. you jerk back as he points a finger in your face, his voice still young but firm as he speaks down to you. "you need to take a nap right now!"

"honey!" the blonde has your full attention now. "get down!"

"nope!" his pink lips pop the 'p' noise as he shakes his head defiantly. "not until you agree to sleep! kyo-chan can wait."

your hands come up in an exasperated motion and you stand up, pushing your chair out from under you. "honey, this table is not stable. you're gonna fall if you don't get down!"

"will you take a break?"

"i can't!"

"well, then i'm not coming down." folding his arms across his chest, he puffs it out, a proud look on his face.

his confident aura melts, however, when the table shifts with his dramatic movement.

you suck in a breath as honey throws his arms out to balance himself, barely keeping the table at bay as he wiggles side to side.

"okay! okay, i'll take a ten-minute nap! just, please sweetheart, get down from there."

even in the midst of chaos of his own making, honey still finds the. motivation to negotiate. "twenty minutes!"

"fine!" you round the table and extend your arms, and he leaps into them as you pick him up. your heart rate slows as you hold him while the table falls with the loss of his added weight, your tea and computer skidding to opposite sides of the tile.

blankly, you look at honey as he winces at the impact, and then at the dark aura that slowly begins to crowd around your frame.

"i can pay for that." he promises.

.oOo.

your knee bounces under your desk as you watch haruhi's eyes flick over your screen, the words you spent two days writing reflecting back in her dark brown eyes as she reads your work.

your hands are clasped in front of your lips, keeping you from saying anything like 'i changed my mind!' or 'okay, you can stop now', because you're pretty sure haruhi would ignore you anyway.

she had insisted on reading your short story. it was something you did in your free time, and it was something she knew you took pride in.

sometimes, if you felt courageous enough, you would submit them into newspapers, or maybe magazines and blogs if you were really going all out, this past weekend being one of those times. day in and day out, you sat at your writing desk, typing away for what felt like mere seconds as the story in your mind began to unfold onto the pages in front of you. barely any food and close to no sleep rendered a masterpiece of literature, or at least that was what haruhi had assured you she would call it if you let her proof-read it.

your natural host promised that it would take her only a few minutes to read the whole thing, and then you could be on your way to submit it to the magazine's editor. plus, it was the least you could do since you basically ignored her calls and used up all of your study-date time to edit and revise your concluding paragraph.

but finally, finally, after many torturous seconds, your girlfriend leans back. her hands wrap around the edge of your macbook to only shut the laptop halfway and push it aside, turning her full attention back to you.

very briefly, you pulls your hands away from your mouth to ask the question you've been dreading. "what do you think?"

the gentle look that haruhi always wears stays frozen for a moment, but slowly starts to melt into a soft smile as she meets your nervous gaze. "it's good, love. it's really good."

straightening, your eyes widen as you bite your lip. "really?"

her smile gets brighter as amazement floods your cheekbones. "really."

"oh my god." releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, you throw yourself into the back of your chair. pulling your palms up and around, they rake over your face before scratching through your hair, a groan morphing into a laugh as relief sputters out of you. you feel like you need to say it again, probably louder for good measure. "oh my god! you really liked it?"

the honor student's deep laugh joins yours as watches you bask in a job well done. "why would i lie about that?"

touching down to earth, you shrug, your hands falling into your lap. "because you love me, and you would do anything to make me happy?"

she snorts, leaning forward as she is drawn into your space. "you're right. i do love you. probably just enough to never lie to you again."

a teasing smile curves your lips as you fake offended disbelief, scooting closer so that your knees slip between her own. "again?"

brunette eyebrows work upwards as haruhi mirrors your smirk, nodding as she gets even closer. "mhmm."

"and what have you lied about, haruhi dear?" her breath is mixing in with yours now, and she keeps her kiss barely out of reach, her lips grazing yours as she responds.

"about letting you leave tonight."

"wha-?" your eyebrows knit as haruhi shoots out of her chair, and before you can protest, she is straddling your hips, one of her legs on either side of you as you blush at her sudden proximity.

"haruhi!" but even if your voice sounds surprised, you hold her closer, your palms coming to rest on her thighs.

"when was the last time you slept?" she asks, suddenly serious as she cups your face in her hands.

"last night." you say, but she squints at your response.

"for how long?"

"enough." you whine, bringing your hands around her waist, encouraging her to be flush against you. "don't worry about it."

"(y/n), you look exhausted. i'm going to be worried about it."

you look at her for a moment before realizing that she isn't going to back down. shoulders slumping, you drop your head onto her shoulder, hugging her close to your body. "two hours. maybe."

a displeased noise expels from her throat, but suddenly you feel slender fingers rubbing your back, toying with the hairs on the back of your neck. "you need to sleep."

making a grunt of blind agreement, you melt into her hold, the excitement and anxiousness you felt about your story being blown away by a gust of drowsiness. the scratches on your scalp weren't helping.

"like right now." she emphasizes, and tries to wiggle out of your hold, but you were stronger. tightening your grip around her slim waist.

her shoulders shake with another endearingly low laugh as she hugs you back. "let's get to the bed, love."

you don't think you've ever slept deeper in your life.

.oOo.

starting to write again, and i used this as a little exersise to get back into it. hopefully it can tide you over! i'll see you soon :)

#ohshc fanfic #ohshc mori #ohshc haruhi #ohshc honey #ohshc hikaru #ouran fanfic #ouran kyoya #ouran honey #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #ohshc x reader #ohshc imagines #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki x reader #hikaru hitachiian x reader #hikaru x reader #kaoru hitachiian x reader #ouran kaoru #kaoru x reader #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #honey x reader #takashi morinozuka x reader #mori x reader #takashi x reader #haruhi x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hey if it’s not to much trouble, could I please get a tanjiro! Fem reader with yandere ouran high school host club? I just feel like the sunny personality and hard work would pair nicely.

Tanjiro Reader | Yandere Ouran Host Club 

Your smiles, your optimism, and your empathy make you a perfect guest at the Ouran Academy’s host club. Your sweetness is irresistible and your willingness to help just makes keeping you at the Host club all the better. Too bad you seem intent on chasing after one:

Tamaki Suoh

“W-whoa y-your strong!”

“Well thank you! I do a lot of training.”

Is amazed by how much power you have 

Over him and in general

Just the way you’re so willing to scoop him up when he dramatically pretends he can’t move

Not to mention you seem so ambitious

But for whatever reason you just won’t share

“Its kinda….yeah I think its best if I don’t talk about it.”

“B-b-but (Y/n)! I have to know everything!”

He couldn’t not know the love of his life’s personal struggles

While he could hire someone to find out its just more fun if he goes exploring stalking himself

Let’s just hope he doesn’t die on the way

Kyoya Ootori

You’re an elusive character he can’t help but fall in love with 

So sweet, so kind but there’s something more

Something fiery 

And through all his employee’s research he can find nothing

Only that your funded by the Ubayashiki group and that your sibling is a mute allergic to the sun

But he needs to know more

Like where those scars came from or why your so strong

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out. Oh (Y/n) why don’t you travel with m-us to the Ootori resort?”

Hikaru Hitachin

Why were you so perfect?

He was just genuinely asking 

It was a little weird how you could tell him apart from his brother by smell 

but he wasn’t complaining when you can smell exactly what he’s feeling

And what he’s been through

“W-what are you doing here (Y/n)?”

“Well it smelt like some blood on you, are you hurt anywhere?”

“Ah uh yeah, right uhm here.”

He can’t help but want more of you

Your just so smart

Its hard to protect his place in your heart

But no worries that’s nothing money can’t fix right

Kaoru Hitachin

“Y’know you’re almost too perfect. Theres got to be something wrong with you.”

“Heheh maybe there is!”

You’re so sweet 

Everyone loves you and you listen to everyone

But who listens to you

What are you hiding

To be so strong, so powerful, so skilled 

He’d love to protect you at least once

He can be worthy of you

Just you wait and see

Takashi Morinozuka

“Ah you remind me of Nezukuro. Oh! That’s my sibling!”

He likes you 

A lot

Always responsible, always kind

Who wouldn’t love you

Which is what he tries to reason with when others pine for you

“Leave them alone.”

He doesn’t like hurting others 

Unless its for you

Mitskuni Haninozuka “Honey”

“(YYYY/NNNN)! I have some cake for you!” 

Not many are strong like you or as disciplined

But that doesn’t beat how sweet you are 

Sweeter than cake!

He just can’t get enough

But he’s an experienced fighter 

He knows the look of vengeful anger

Who IS IT?!

He’ll make sure they never breathe again.

#yandere ouran highschool host club #yandere ohshc #yandere ouran highschool #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere ohshc x reader #yandere ohsch #yandere tamaki suoh #yandere tamaki x reader #yandere tamaki #yandere kyoya ootori #yandere kyoya #yandere mori x reader #yandere takashi morinozuka #yandere honey x reader #yandere honey senpai #yandere kaoru #yandere hikaru hitachin #yandere kaoru hitachin #yandere

[athenasilver7]

Could I request ohshc x reader headcannons (separately) where reader is being bullied and goes to them?

OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

When you come to him crying about being bullied, he just about snaps.

When you tell him it’s been happening for months? He almost loses his damn mind.

“What do you mean ‘months’?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?!?” He grips at your shoulders a little to hard.

Yeah, he flips out. Not his best moment, nor is it the best reaction to be having right now.

He feels so fucking bad when your crying increases, no thanks to him, obviously.

Hikaru takes a deep breath and calms down. He starts soothing you, holding you in his arm and rubbing your back, mutter a few apologies to you.

When you finally relax and are able to tell him all the details, well… let’s just say he makes a few calls.

Unfortunately, your bully stays at Ouran. So naturally Hikaru takes things into his own hands.

He starts pulling restless pranks on your bully until they get fed up and transfer.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

Tamaki eventually catches you crying to yourself one day in the gardens. He’s obviously worried and rushes over to you and asked what’s wrong.

All you can manage to sob out is, “I-I’m getting b-bullied…”

……

………….

He holds you tightly in a protective embrace, stroking your hair to soothe you as you cry against his chest.

He’s… quiet. Very quiet.

Tamaki waits patiently until you’re able to collect yourself. He caresses you cheek with a frown.

“My dear… Who is it? Who’s doing this to you?” His tone is low and his voice wavers as he talks.

You tell him who’s been bullying you.

He spends a few days conversing with your bully, trying to talk them in to changing their habits.

If you bully changes their ways, good. Tamaki won’t care for them, obviously, but he’s at least glad they’ve become a better person. And Tamaki will be practically glued to your side so this doesn’t happen again.

If your bully doesn’t change their ways, Tamaki will jump though hoops of several shenanigans to get them to stop and keep them away from you. If all that fails, he’ll reluctantly get his father to kick them out of the school. Ouran is no place for bullying, after all.

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Well… that’s just not acceptable.

Haruhi, calmly, goes up to your bully and confronts them on their behaviour.

She’s unaware, but as she’s confronting them she’s roasting the hell out of them.

“I don’t know, bullying just seems like your lacking a hobby or something.” Her deadpan voice just makes the whole thing that much better.

Your bully scoffs and doesn’t let up as they continue to bully you the upcoming days.

Haruhi eventually snaps when she witnesses your bully trying to shove you into the fountain.

“Hey! Knock it off! Seriously, how childish do you have to be? Listen, clearly you have something going on in your personal life, and I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse to be taking it out on someone else. And if there isn’t anything personal going on in you life, then just screw off or else I’m telling the chairman!”

Your bully is baffled at Fujioka’s anger and backs off pretty quickly after that. Your bully even starts avoiding you in the hallways, keeping their distance. Haruhi just glares aggressively at them every time she sees them.

💗 Honey 💗

Tired from the constant bullying, you eventually spill your guts to him, bawling as you do so.

Honey is taken aback, but still obviously very concerned. And mad. Not mad at you, heavens no. Mad at your bully.

Granted, he maintains a calm composure on the outside to calm you.

He calms you by patting your head and whispering compliments to you, assuring you that the insults your bully throws at you aren’t true at all.

He offers you desserts and milk. You don’t want deserts? That’s fine, what do you want? You’re nuts if you think he won’t get you a crate of your comfort food.

The next day at school, all Honey has to do is walk up your bully, and your bully is immediately shaking.

Dude… Honey is practically a human weapon. Who wouldn’t be shitting bricks?

The glare on Honey’s face is not helping in the slightest.

Your bully is quick to run away, and transfers out of Ouran immediately.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Oh, sweetness… come here.

Lanky arms and legs wrap around you sloth-style.

He doesn’t know why you’re crying. He doesn’t need to know. He just knows that right now you need comfort, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

I presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re okay. You can tell me anything.” He whispers.

And tell him you do.

He’s frozen for a moment.

He collects himself and goes back to comforting you, telling you how brave and strong you are, and that you should come to him sooner when you’re in trouble.

The next day, much like what Hikaru would do, Kaoru restlessly pranks your bully until they transfer out of Ouran.

Kaoru may be sweet and nice, but he’ll be damned if someone he loves is hurt and he doesn’t do anything about it.

🖤 Mori 🖤

You’re reluctant to tell him for a very long time. Mori is just so calm and tough, a-and… and you’re not. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him or relying on him, so… you bite your tongue and deal with it.

Mori, ever the observant one, is quick to notice your change in behaviour the past few weeks.

“Y/N.”

You startle as Mori’s deep voice breaks through the silence.

“…Yeah?” You slowly turn to face him, acting casual.

“What’s wrong.”

You don’t know how, but he managed to phrase that like it wasn’t even a question, he’s telling you to tell him what’s wrong.

You avert your gaze awkwardly and eventually spill the beans.

Mori listens intently, and when you’re done he hums and nods. He gestures you over to him and wraps a protective arm around you, rubbing your back and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

The next day at school Mori, calmly, punches the wall next your bully and glares down at them. “…Y/N.” He says.

Your bully looks up at Mori with wide eyes, visibly shaking. “Y-Y/N?” Your bully asks, confused.

Mori nods, leaning down face to face with your bully. “Leave them alone.” He demands lowly.

Your bully scrambles a nod and hastily dashes down the hall. Your bully sure as hell never bothers you again after that.

💜 Kyoya 💜

Now, he’s quick to notice.

Although, he feels like an idiot for not noticing the first few days it started happening. But as the days went on, your facade slowly fell, and he quickly pieced everything together from there.

“…Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asks casually, scribbling something down in his notebook, his tone implying that you will tell him something.

“…No.” You mutter.

Kyoya sigh and pushes up his glasses. “Are you certain?” He asks again, a twinge annoyed.

You fidget with your sleeves for a bit before telling him everything about the bullying.

That’s all he needed to hear. He wanted to know just how bad the bullying is from your end.

At that, your bully just ‘mysteriously’ disappears after that day.

You squint at Kyoya suspiciously after a month of your bully not being at school.

“…Did you kill them?” I ask Kyoya with wide, accusing eyes.

He huffs in frustration and places down his pen. “No. They just decided to transfer.”

“…Because you threatened them.” You accuse.

Kyoya merely sighs.

OHSHC Masterlist

#ohshc fanfiction #ohshc #ouran high school host club #ohshc x reader #ohshc tamaki x reader #ohshc kaoru x reader #ohshc hikaru x reader #ohshc honey x reader #ohshc haruhi x reader #ohshc mori x reader #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh x reader #kyoya ootori x reader #takashi morinozuka x reader #mitsukuni haninosuka x reader #hikaru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin x reader #haruhi fujioka x reader

[thatanimewriter]

DEBIT OR CREDIT-

➳ request: headcanons about arranged business marriage with the host club? Like are they trying to keep it under wraps for the sake of the host club or are they not trying to hide it at all?

➳ character/s: suoh tamaki, ootori kyoya, fujioka haruhi, hitachiin hikaru, hitachiin kaoru, haninozuka mitsukuni, morinozuka takashi

➳ warnings: swearing, marriage, reader is rich, established relationship (haruhi, honey, mori)

➳ notes: when is it my turn to marry mori-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈.

HAHAHAHA

bitch can't keep a secret for more than 5 minutes

haruhi not being a girl is the only exception

he doesn't know a thing about you, but you're attractive and he's sure he can learn to love you

also he doesn't wanna disappoint his or your family by saying no

and he's very confident in his rizz

certain you will fall in love with him

but because he can't hide this from people, he did lose some customers

because some of the girls find it a bit too weird flirting with a taken man

rightfully so

and he pouted about it for a while, but also knows that as flirty as he does get with his guests

you are first priority

you're the one he's marrying, and he will be faithful to you

will actually reel his hosting back a little bit to give you more comfort

the club is partly responsible for that after expressing concerns

── 𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐘𝐀.

he probably never brought it up cause no one asked

even then, he's probably gonna lie and say you're not engaged

he won't do anything to prove otherwise though

it'll take a long time before he starts showing that he likes you in a remotely romantic way

never mind platonic

this is a business thing and a business thing only

is what he'd like to say

but after the club find out, they urge him to be more involved in this future marriage

will start hanging out with you more often and being a little more talkative at family dinners

he won't be affectionate with you past a simple kiss on the back of your hand

when he starts getting more involved in his father's company

taking over the company

he will open up a lot more to you because you were there and supported the journey even though you didn't really know him

it's a long journey, but it's worth it eventually

extreme patience with this man

── 𝐅𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐈.

100% a charity case

but you were dating before your parents said you should marry a commoner

to make it seem like your family aren't anti-commoner

it was kinda stupid, but hey, it meant you'd be allowed to marry haruhi so you weren't complaining too much

nothing in your relationship changed, because the people don't need to know of the business arrangement

haruhi is very much like

"damn rich people-"

but people never knew you were dating it the first place

only the host club knew and you had to duct tape tamaki's mouth shut

but since neither of you were out as a couple, you saw no need to tell people

and it was much easier to keep it under wraps

the host club did throw an engagement party for you guys though

there was no escaping that one

but it wasn't on campus grounds where someone could see

overall, pretty happy you didn't have to fight to marry the person you love

── 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐔.

hides it because of the whole brotherly love thing

also because it'd be a funny prank to suddenly be married

what a whacky turn of events

even then, people would probably think he was joking if he said he was engaged

kyoya would be the one to tell the people (tamaki) that it isn't a joke

hikaru isn't really a fan of this arranged business marriage thing, but he's also not too fussed

just another person to prank-

he started to appreciate you more when you first told him apart from kaoru though

and then you did it again

and again

and every time since then

maybe getting married to you wasn't such a bad idea...

after the base getting to know each other, it's a much easier time bonding

because he knows you're not an asshole for sure

and you're not putting up with his shit, so he might as well get on your good side, i guess-

── 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐎𝐑𝐔.

less likely to hide it than hikaru

but he's not gonna be overly vocal about it

because of the brotherly love gimmick-

he won't announce that you're ENGAGED

that's a big jump for everyone, especially tamaki

tamaki would lose his mind if he ever found out one of the shady twins was engaged

but kaoru will show you hints of affection

initially as teasing, but after getting to know you a bit more outside of business affairs, it becomes more genuine

still not massively open about it though

a lil affectionate noogie or arm around your shoulders

he won't pretend like he doesn't know you or that you guys aren't together to some extent

but he's not gonna go parading that around

would be kind enough to tell you about the brotherly love gimmick though

so you don't call off this engagement because you think he's genuinely romantically and sexually involved with his twin

when you first told him apart from hikaru, he was in love-

── 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈.

not capable of hiding it

he can't hide his love for you because he was gonna marry you anyway??

very cheery when you walk into the room

"LOOK IT'S MY FIANCEE!"

always feeding you cake, even if you can feed yourself

always cuddling you, will cling even if you're walking

his family are probably much more chill than the others

so he got to pick who he married, so long as it would benefit the haninozuka's

puts some serious boundaries in place if he continues to host though

platonic sessions only now

just a nice snack and a chat

will get more serious if any girl tries to push that boundary, especially if you're nearby

is constantly asking you to show off your ring to people

holds that hand all the time as well, because he can feel the ring

and be content knowing that he gets to marry you

── 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈.

doesn't hide it and would probably mention it when it first happened

doesn't wanna be heckled by anyone, but wants people to respect your relationship

an absolute gentleman

also doesn't have a super strict family in terms of dating

just as long as they make him happy and he makes them happy, and there won't be a scandal

often kisses your ring when you're just sitting together

tamaki screamed and probably broke the windows because how could he not know???

mori is probably a little bit more talkative in public when you're around

probably won't even host anymore, he'd quit once you got engaged, even if you said he could keep doing it

now he's just a honey bodyguard

he'll still talk to the girls if they ask him questions, but he wants them to know that he's off limits

does so many little favors for you, you're so spoilt (he doesn't go overboard)

unless someone outright asks him though, he won't disclose that you're to be wed

being in a relationship is serious enough in his eyes, and this was technically supposed to be business stuff anyway

maybe he'll show off a little at host club events-

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #suoh tamaki #fujioka haruhi #hitachiin hikaru #hitachiin kaoru #haninozuka mitsukuni #morinozuka takashi #ouran high school host club x reader #ohshc x reader #suoh tamaki x reader #fujioka haruhi x reader #hitachiin hikaru x reader #hitachiin kaoru x reader #haninozuka mitsukuni x reader #morinozuka takashi x reader #ouran high school host club imagines #ohshc imagines #suoh tamaki imagines #fujioka haruhi imagines #hitachiin hikaru imagines #hitachiin kaoru imagines #haninozuka mitsukuni imagines #morinozuka takashi imagines #ootori kyoya #ootori kyoya x reader #ootori kyoya imagines

[sir-klauz]

Heavy relate to Hikaru with not noticing subtle hints people you love drop about things till like several weeks, months, etc. later and not being emotionally responsive easily to them or saying what he feels about people either and probably always putting my foot in it because I have no filter obviously, damn. I used to think I was essentially either Haruhi or Tamaki, I swear down a third of this cast I Get and this show is Comedy and tongue in cheek with words used but a true representation pretty much of the ridiculous reality of rich people meeting poor people as well as tackling all kinds of lgbt+ politics and being informative, as well as with single parenthood and loss of loved ones and more. It’s also amusing that that

#hikaru hitachiin #ouran hshc #ouran high school #ouran highschool host club #Ōran Kōkō Hosuto Kurabu #I am rewatching this and understanding it so much more that when I first did and it was the support network of things that helped me comeout #ohshc #ohshc honey #ohshc kyoya #ohshc tamaki #ohshc manga #ohshc haruhi #ohshc anime #ohshc mori #ohshc kaoru #ohshc hikaru #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru x kaoru #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #mitsukuni haninozuka #honey senpai #takashi morinozuka

[sixheavens]

rewatching ohshc makes me want to write ouran x readers so bad but is there even an audience for that anymore? pls lmk

#ohshc manga #ohshc #ohshc x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #mori x reader #hikaru x reader #kaoru x reader #ohshc imagines #ohshc kyoya #ohshc tamaki #kyoya x reader #ohshc haruhi

[host-club-hq]

Indeed: ~y/n's Promotion!~

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: A long awaited promotion, indeed...

➼ word count: 7.4k

➼ what to expect: "Compose yourself, y/n, smile y/n."

➼ warnings: teensy bit of angst if you squint

➼ chapter navigation

➼ welcome to season 2 of Indeed! i thought we would start it off with a bang :)

"Oh... dear God." You gawk at the dress placed in your arms by Hikaru, glancing up at him for reassurance. "You're joking." It's more of a plea than a statement.

"C'mon, surely you knew our theme for today was service staff by now." Hikaru scoffs, shaking his head.

"Honestly, Senpai, you're our manager dating our director... how are you out of the loop?" Kaoru tsks with a sigh.

You crane your neck to glance at your aforementioned boyfriend behind you, your glare worth daggers, "This was your idea?"

Kyoya's eyes merely flit to you for a moment, returning to his laptop quickly, "You know me better than that, y/n. Whose idea do you think it was?"

Another quick turn of your head to Tamaki, the same glare present. He sweats nervously, "Those idiots told me you'd look good in a maid costume! It wasn't my idea!" He defends himself adamantly.

You grumble, "Too bad we can't stick Haruhi in this dress."

"We can after club hours." The twins smirk devilishly.

"Senpai." Haruhi whines.

"Sometimes I forget why I didn't just go to London." You drape your costume over the back of a chair, threading your fingers through your hair with a sigh.

"Because Kyoya-Senpai begged you to stay, remember?" Hikaru and Kaoru deadpan, appearing by your side once more.

You snort, "Oh, yeah. It was just Kyoya. Mhm." You cross your arms with a cocked brow.

"And I didn't beg. I asked." Kyoya pipes up, not bothering to meet your gazes when the three of you turn to him.

"You're delusional." You snicker, throwing him a knowing glance. He rolls his eyes, returning diligently to his work.

"Enough of your bickering. y/n, our guests are arriving soon- hurry up and put the dress on!" Tamaki whines, pushing you by your shoulders to the backroom.

"I don't understand why I have to wear everything that you wear! Can't I just wear black and white? I'm not even a host." You pout as Tamaki shuts the door behind you. You tear the dress from its packaging and begin stripping down.

"You wouldn't be-"

"-as cute that way, Senpai."

"I beg to differ." You grumble, stumbling as you slide the bodice of the dress up your torso. You, personally, think you'd look just as cute in black and white clothing, but you digress.

"Don't forget the headband!" You hear the door handle jiggle at Hikaru's voice.

"Ah! Don't you dare! Give me ten more seconds." You exclaim in a scolding tone.

"Back away from the door, Hikaru." Kyoya pipes up. Hikaru does as he's told, gulping. You nearly laugh.

"How do I look, Haru-chan?!" Honey tugs insistently at Haruhi's arm, forcing her eyes to fall upon himself and Mori dressed in their servant uniforms.

"You look great, Senpai." She nods with innocent eyes, straightening her own bow tie around her neck at the collar of her crisply white button-up shirt.

"Oh! Daddy's little girl looks so cute!" The telltale sound of Tamaki's fawning reaches your ear as you straighten the straps to your apron.

"Look at you in your tailcoat!" By the sound of Haruhi's groans, it sounds like he's smothering her.

You crack the door open and thrust your hand into open air, wriggling your fingers expectantly, "Where's the headband I must wear?" You groan.

"Come all the way out and get it." Kaoru teases.

"I don't have to wear it, you know-" Suddenly, the headband is placed in your palm and you snicker triumphantly.

"Thank you, boys." You chuckle, shutting the door promptly.

You slide the headband over the crown of your head and allow it to sit just behind your ears, straightening it the best you can and dusting off your apron before stepping out hesitantly.

You grumble, "This feels really demeaning." You pull at the ends of your dress, turning in a circle to get a look at yourself.

"Am I going to carry around a tray and do little poses?" You demonstrate your meaning by popping a leg up and holding a peace sign to your eye.

Your ears catch a light chuckle, twisting your neck to find Kyoya dressed in a black tailcoat tuxedo, straightening his clean, white gloves, shaking his head at you.

"Well, don't you look fancy." You snicker as he moves a gloved hands to his glasses to adjust them on his nose.

"That is the intention, yes." With a somewhat knowing smile, Kyoya peers down at you in your own costume.

"Alright, men!" Tamaki claps his hands to gain each host's attention, and he does so effectively.

"And women." He adds secondly, continuing on with a coy smile, "Our guests will be arriving soon. Now, it is important that we all play well into our roles as servants for our ladies today. Today, we not only charm our guests, but we will wait upon them as well!"

"Now you get to experience what I do everyday." You nudge Kyoya in the ribs, earning a scoff from him. "I doubt it'll be difficult," he replies with a coy expression.

"I never said it was difficult. But remember, I never said you'd like it, either." You tease mischievously, offering him a soft pat to his shoulder as you waltz off to take your position for opening.

And as the first guest of many arrives, the club is there to welcome them warmly in perfect poise, hands folded diligently with deep bows.

"Welcome." The usual chorus of voices reaches the ears of the first guest as they enter, earning a second chorus comprised of gasps and soft exclamations of awe.

You bow traditionally, "Welcome, ladies. May I ask who you would prefer to serve you this afternoon?" In your one hand, a notepad, and in the other, a pen, as you await their reply.

The guests snicker to themselves, flattered by your sudden attention. One of them speaks up. "Hikaru and Kaoru, please."

You smile and gesture with an open hand for the girls to follow you, "Very good, right this way, please." You bring them to their seats as if you were a hostess. That very word causes your heart to flutter excitedly, but it quickly dies down as you focus on your duties that are simply those of a maid.

You continue to seat guests at the respective tables for each host.

The more and more guests you escort to Kyoya's area, the more you become confused. Your romantic relationship is more than common knowledge ever since the twins couldn't keep their mouths shut about the whole stunt Kyoya pulled on the last day of the Ouran fair. You assumed more guests would be devastated by this knowledge, avoiding Kyoya as a host, but it seems his numbers are skyrocketing.

"Kyoya, tell us how you saved y/n again! It's so romantic!"

Kyoya nearly loses his composure at the sudden inquiries flying his way, slotting a hand behind his neck awkwardly, "Well, I hardly think you'd want to hear about that. I'd much rather talk about you."

"But Hikaru says you fell off the bridge! And you confessed your love to y/n all at the same time!"

You can't help the own rosy tint that falls over the apples of your cheeks at the notion that the guests know all about your private affairs. Well, not so private...

"That is true, yes..." At Kyoya's confession, the guests crowding him squeal, faint, and shake each other incessantly.

Both you and Kyoya had discussed the possible repercussions of being together publicly, and he mentioned that he wouldn't particularly mind if his guests seemed to dwindle off into smaller numbers. But currently, you're looking at an insane influx of patrons surrounding him.

"Did you really dance in the water? Did you kiss her?"

"Oh, I wish someone would do that for me!"

"I can't believe she was going to leave!"

You make a mental note to bash Hikaru's head in when you get the chance, a more cherry tint spreading across your cheeks and inching toward your ears.

"Welcome, ladies! Can I get you some tea?" Honey approaches his table with a tray full of steaming teacups, one for each customer. "Oh! You know what would go great with this tea? Some cake!" he says, brimming with excitement. Mori appears at his side with one arm folded behind his back, the other gracefully carrying a tray of cake slices at Honey's suggestion.

"Thanks, Honey!" A guest says, graciously accepting his offering. "Won't you stay and enjoy it with us?" she requests curiously.

"Well... okay! But only for a little bit, because then I have to go back to waiting on you pretty ladies!" Honey leaps onto the sofa beside his guests and promptly munches on a slice of cake offered to him by the guest adjacent to him.

Tamaki glances over his shoulder, excusing himself from his guests for a moment, throwing in an excuse — something along the lines of bringing them more refreshments.

"Hikaru, Kaoru!" He hisses in a whisper, snapping his fingers briefly. The twins slide into view at his beck and call, saluting their leader and mimicking his tone, "Yes, sir!"

"Gather the others and meet me in the back room! Make sure y/n doesn't see any of you." Tamaki implores, shooing them away.

"On it!" they eagerly reply, bolting off to grab the first host in sight. Hikaru and Kaoru sweep up Honey first, who hums in question as they scoop him up effortlessly. Mori follows soundlessly after that, head barely tilted curiously.

"Thank you, ladies, I- hey! What are you doing?!" Haruhi stammers, suddenly feeling Hikaru and Kaoru's arms looped under her own, dragging her on her heels away from her guests. The girls seated in Haruhi's area blink disorientedly as she's whisked away.

Just as the twins are even thinking about taking Kyoya with them by force, he raises a definitive gloved hand, "No need, I'm coming."

They comply immediately, nodding shortly and making their way to Tamaki's designated meeting place.

And suddenly, when you glance around aimlessly for a host... there are none in sight. In fact... they're all gone. Guests slowly get up from their seats across the room, making their way over to you with curious expressions.

"y/n? Where did Tamaki go?"

"Yeah, and Hikaru and Kaoru are missing!"

Your eyes grow wide as you stand speechless in the middle of a sea of guests, all tilting their heads in your direction with questioning eyes.

"Uh..." You murmur, unsure yourself as to where you boys have wandered off to... all... at the same time...

Odd.

Meanwhile, in another room, Tamaki throws his arms around Hikaru and Kaoru's shoulders on either side of him, forming a makeshift huddle as Mori and Kyoya remain standing upright, all the while participating in the discussion.

"Alright men, we need to think about this carefully," Tamaki begins.

"What exactly are we doing?" Haruhi glances to each host for an explanation, completely and hopelessly lost.

"Discussing the operation, of course." Kyoya vaguely mumbles.

"What operation? What's going on?" Haruhi looks to someone else for a clearer explanation.

"When we go back out there, we give y/n a run for her money! This operation is improv style- come up with whatever ridiculous request you can, and make sure she does it!" Tamaki whispers harshly, earning nods from his fellow hosts, who seem to be following along diligently.

Haruhi tilts her head, "Huh?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Alright, 'Operation: y/n's Host Trial' is a go!"

~y/n's Promotion!~

"Wait, what? We're making y/n-Senpai a host?" Haruhi asks with wide, incredulous eyes. Glancing to Kyoya's side profile, he gives nothing in return but a small, slowly forming smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hikaru, Kaoru: You know your jobs?" Tamaki inquires, pointing to the twins with a determined finger.

Kaoru shrugs, "Make y/n-Senpai-"

"-as busy as possible. We got it." Hikaru finishes, mirroring his brother's shrug.

Haruhi nearly pales, grimacing. When the twins are making someone busy, they're usually not doing it in a way that's particularly... tolerable.

"Are we sure that's a good idea?" Haruhi tries carefully, but no one seems to be listening. And if they are, they're intentionally ignoring her... which is definitely the case — Kyoya sees, hears, and knows all.

"Honey-Senpai?" Tamaki turns to Honey next, who salutes him immediately.

"Make y/n-chan take care of all of my problems!" He beams, contradicting his words.

"Kyoya, you are to-"

"Make sure y/n stays on task and doesn't get distracted." Kyoya adjusts his glasses, interjecting.

"By any means possible! Make y/n work!" Tamaki declares to the general group.

"By any means possible!" The hosts chorus back to him, save for Mori and Haruhi. They glance to each other apprehensively, exchanging concerned expressions.

"Mori-Senpai, I want you to keep a lookout for anything going wrong. Bring it to my attention immediately." Tamaki orders authoritatively.

Mori hums, but he doesn't necessarily agree... something seems off about this whole operation, and only he and Haruhi seem to be the ones who are not completely agreeing with everything Tamaki is saying.

"And Haruhi-" Tamaki begins optimistically.

"Look, Senpai, I don't know if I'm okay with working y/n-Senpai to the bone... she already does enough. Besides, hasn't she proved herself worthy to be a host already?" Haruhi implores, her expression quizzical.

"Nonsense! y/n has never actually hosted before. We need to see if she's up to the task!" Tamaki exclaims with an aura of dedication.

"... and to do that is to give her even more menial tasks than she already has?" Haruhi's shoulders slouch over in defeat when she realizes that Tamaki has absolutely no logic behind these trials... and the other hosts seem to be going along blindly. Which is... worrying.

"Senpai, I thought you were smarter than this." Haruhi grumbles, glancing up at Kyoya with an disgusted expression.

"I don't know what you mean by that. Besides, I don't see the harm in testing her a bit." Kyoya shrugs, not sparing her a glance.

"You realize that giving her hostly duties would be the way to do this? Not more errand girl duties? I don't even know why she still does those in the first place... she's our manager." Haruhi rubs her chin between her fingers in thought.

"She used to have a debt, remember? I just assume it's second nature to her by now to do all of those things." Kyoya proposes.

Haruhi hums thoughtfully, barely paying Kyoya any mind now.

As the two think out loud, chaos has been orchestrating among the trio of idiots with the addition of Honey.

"You all have your jobs, now get out there! We've been gone for way too long!" Tamaki ushers the twins out the door, followed by the rest of the hosts, and only two of them are starting to already rethink this horrible operation.

"There you guys are. What on earth were you thinking, all disappearing at once like that?" You huff, hands angrily on your hips as you approach them.

"Just discussing host things!" Tamaki assures, which doesn't make you feel any better in the slightest.

You raise a brow, irked. Rolling your eyes, you wave them off, "Whatever." You grumble.

Tamaki and Honey make discreet eye contact, and Tamaki nods subtly.

"Wah~! y/n-chan!" Honey wails, immediately gaining your attention.

"Senpai, what's wrong?" You appear to his table in the blink of an eye, brows furrowed in concern as his tearful eyes look up at you.

"I'm out of chocolate cake! Can you please get some more?" He hiccups, his hands drawn to his chest as he sniffles.

Your eyes fall on a perfectly full tier of strawberry and white cake, glancing back at Honey with an unsure expression, "But Honey-Senpai, you have plenty of cake right here-"

"But I want chocolate cake!!" He insists with a whine you rarely hear from him, especially in such an insignificant situation.

His guests chuckle nervously, offering you confused glances, and you return them with an apologetic smile.

"Alright, alright... I'll be right back."

You turn to head to the storage room, stealing a slight glance back at Honey as you go. It's common for Honey to act childish, that's his whole gimmick... but you rarely see him throw a tantrum like a true toddler. Maybe you shouldn't have given in, like a responsible mother wouldn't have. Well, a responsible mother wouldn't allow her child to eat as much cake as Honey does anyway, so that idea is long out the window by now.

Upon reaching the cabinets that store treats and sweets, you find that the host club is completely out of chocolate cake — not one slice to be seen.

You tilt your head. "Odd..." you say to yourself, quietly. You swear you'd seen an abundance of it just days before... Honey couldn't have possibly gone through that much chocolate cake in a few days... could he? Maybe you just need to stay more on top of things. No matter: you mark acquiring more chocolate cake on your mental to-do list and suppose that the academy's refectory will have to do.

You return to Honey, who looks hopeful at your arrival. You sigh, "I've got to run down to the refectory, our cupboards are barren of chocolate cake... I'll be right back."

Honey's eyes water, his prominent pout returning.

"I'm going now! I promise, I'll be right back." You swear.

And before Honey can burst into tears, which he looks like he's about to, you dash off, determined to reach the refectionary in record time... hoping that they either have chocolate cake on hand or that they can whip some up at lightning speed.

 ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

With two armfuls of chocolate cake slices packaged in plastic, you push open the club doors and are immediately bombarded by a host.

"Where did you go? You were gone for quite a while." The not so melodic tone of your partner's voice reaches your ears, arms crossed.

"We ran out of chocolate cake and Honey-Senpai wants chocolate or nothing." You groan, adjusting your stature to better cradle the inconveniently shaped packaged cake slices.

"You still shouldn't leave us without warning, guests have been waiting for their refreshments." Kyoya follows close behind as you start your journey to the storage room.

You blink, surprised at his lack of understanding, "Kyoya, I was only gone for fifteen minutes, you can't pour tea yourself?" You try your hardest to laugh off the comment.

"It's not our job to pour tea."

You haven't heard him belittle your duties like that since he disregarded your debt... since before you were dating. But, before you can react, you're promptly whisked away.

"y/n, where have you been?" Tamaki circles behind you, pushing you by your shoulders to the back room, "Put those away and come out immediately, and bring the tea!"

You blink as Tamaki leaves you to the storage room, putting the cake slices in their rightful place in a sort of daze. The boys have scarcely ever been quite this urgent with you. Even if they are, they try their best to be as forgiving as possible if you're running a bit behind.

You arrange the pot of tea and matching cups on your familiar tray, hoisting it off the table and into your hands as you scurry out to meet Tamaki, who apparently so urgently needs you.

It seems as though every time you pass through a doorway, you're needed by a different host. This time, the twins are at your side in an instant the moment you enter the main room.

"Hey, Senpai, we need your opinion." Hikaru begins, both twins effectively blocking your path.

"Yeah, it's urgent." Kaoru nods with a seemingly forced intense expression.

"Um..." You grimace, fingers tightening around your tea tray, but you don't see the harm in humoring them only for a moment.

"What was it that we wanted to ask her again, Hikaru?" Kaoru inquires, fingers stroking his chin in thought. Hikaru mirrors his twin, humming.

"I can't remember, Kaoru... hm..."

"Guys, I really need to-"

"No, no! We'll only be a second, just give us some time to remember it." Hikaru interrupts you.

You sigh with exasperation, shoulders slouching as you semi-patiently wait for Hikaru and Kaoru to remember what they spontaneously needed your opinion for.

"y/n, what on earth are you doing? We needed that tea tray two minutes ago." Kyoya materializes at your side, checking his watch and beckoning you to follow him.

"Sorry, guys." You hastily apologize to the twins, following Kyoya at his heels.

"Here, Kyoya, can you bring this over? I really need to make sure Honey-Senpai has his-" You offer the tray up to Kyoya as you follow him, but he turns sharply and holds his hand out.

"Nonsense, I have my guests to attend to. I simply don't have the time." He informs you.

Your brows furrow, "Well, neither do I, Kyoya, that's why I'm asking you to do it. If I had the time, I'd-"

"I don't want to hear excuses. Deliver the tea, then attend to Honey-Senpai." Kyoya leaves you with that.

You're left bewildered at his choice of tone toward you, gawking in the direction he disappears in.

You inhale sharply and exhale just as quickly, shaking your head to yourself as you arrive at Tamaki's table, setting down the tea tray and adorning a bright smile, "Here's your tea ladies. Now, if you'll excuse me." You direct your glower in Tamaki's direction, putting a particular annoyed inflection on your words as you find him simply lounging on the sofa, surrounded by swooning guests. Tamaki grins sheepishly.

You turn on your heel to find Honey-Senpai, who seems to be having the time of his life entertaining his guests... until he catches your eye. Suddenly, he blinks in rapid procession and tears are streaming down his cheeks.

"y/n-chan, I need my chocolate cake!" He whimpers, arms flailing in a tantrum-like manner.

"Okay, just a second!" You call over your shoulder, rushing back to the storage room and throwing open the cabinets. You all but snatch a slice of chocolate cake... grabbing another for good measure, and dash out to tend to Honey's blubbering cries. Placing the slices in front of him, you anxiously await his reaction.

His sobbing subsides all too quickly, and he's left beaming up at you, "Thanks, y/n-chan!" And with that, he's devouring his sweets.

You exhale with an aura of relief, folding your hands before you, "Not a problem. Can I get anyone else anything? More sandwiches?"

Honey's guests shake their heads, smiling, "We're okay, y/n, thank you!" They beam politely. You nod and slip away.

But you don't get a moment to yourself for long before the sound of shattering glass catches your ears, silence falling over the room after a round of surprised gasps.

You turn to find Hikaru and Kaoru at the scene of the crime, both standing over a mess of what looks like two broken teacups... that seem to have fallen straight from their hands and onto the floor... at the same time...

"Whoops! Clumsy us!" They chorus, a certain undertone of mischief present in their voices.

"y/n, could you get that for us-?"

"- yeah, we've got other stuff to do." They link arms, sauntering away to attend to their guests who are just as confused as you are.

You groan all too loudly for Kyoya's liking, apparently, as you make your way over to the mess and start to gather the bigger pieces.

"Remember, y/n, compose yourself. You'll have to learn to be compliant with anything if you want to get anywhere." Kyoya reminds, carelessly scribbling in his notebook as you slave away on the floor over a pile of broken china.

"Compose yourself, y/n, smile y/n." You mock in a high pitched tone under your breath.

"I heard that." Kyoya lifts his eyes briefly from his half-written sentence to meet your sheepish eyes, your lips drawing into a thin line. Kyoya's unamused eyes bore into your soul.

"Heard what?" You don't give him a moment to answer as you're off to discard of the larger pieces of china, acquiring a broom and a dustpan for the smaller shards.

Watching from afar, Haruhi crosses her arms, "They can afford to break fine china. If I broke a saucer, I'd be paying it off for two weeks."

As you pass her slouching figure, you giggle, "Yeah, double standards, am I right?" You snicker, dumping the shards of china into the nearest waste bin. Haruhi beams.

After making sure your palms are clean of glass, you swipe a tired hand across your forehead, sighing in relief at the momentary break you receive.

The key word is momentary, and you're not even sure you can call it that, as you're leaping to attention when Honey wails deafeningly once more. You grimace at his volume, cautiously peering over your shoulder to see what could possibly be the matter now.

"y/n-chan, I spilled tea all over my pants! I need new ones!"

Surely enough, just as you arrive at his side, your eyes immediately fall on the dark stain covering his pant legs, still slowly growing. Luckily, you know Honey's tea has been sitting out long enough to have grown cold. Still, you cannot fathom how he would be comfortable in a pair of damp slacks.

"Did you pack an extra uniform, Senpai?" You question, tilting your head.

Meekly, Honey shakes his head no. You suppress the strong, strong urge to groan loudly, as that would only upset him further.

"And I suppose you want me to find you one?"

At your offer, Honey beams, "Yes please!"

You feel your eye twitch involuntarily, forcing a strained smile, "Sure thing..." You say through clenched teeth.

As you turn around and lose Honey's attention, you snatch a throw pillow from a nearby sofa and shove it over your mouth, muffling a loud, frustrated groan, stomping your foot.

You inhale deeply through your nose, quickly regaining your composure and putting the throw pillow back in its place. You clear your throat and dust yourself off before setting off on your new mission.

 ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

The only solution you found for Honey's problem was nothing short of embarrassing... to say the least. You've managed to venture all the way to the primary school building, thoroughly out of breath and practically begging for one of the sensei's to lend you their spare pair of boy's uniform shorts that they keep around in case of the elementary students having accidents.

You return to the club with the fresh shorts slung over your arm, receiving immediate attention from Kyoya.

"Where did you run off to this time? You were gone for-"

"Give me one second, please, Kyoya, I'll never hear the end of this if I don't give these to Honey-Senpai now." You forcibly shove past him, leaving him to watch you approach the elder, feeling anxious at the new frustrated attitude you've adopted.

Cautiously, you gain Honey's attention by tapping on his shoulder. "Senpai, these are the only pants I could find you," you say, presenting him with the elementary school uniform shorts. Although they're small, you expect them to fit. And, well, they're dry.

You barely notice the way, Honey glances to Tamaki for approval, as he would be fine accepting the pair of shorts you are offering him, but his boss shakes his head discreetly, indicating that Honey must give you a reason to do something else.

He sniffles on que, "I'm not gonna wear little boy's shorts! I want my uniform pants!" He hiccups.

Truthfully, by now, the wet spot on Honey's pants is mostly dry, and you can't even see the liquid given that his slacks are black to begin with.

You sigh in exasperation, "There's really nothing else I can do. These are the only-"

"No!" Against his better judgement, Honey smacks the shorts out of your hands and to the floor. The room grows silent at his outburst and everyone is patiently awaiting the next choice of words from either of you.

"That's embarrassing, y/n-chan! I don't wanna wear elementary shorts!" He insists, brows furrowed.

Your teeth grind in a heavy effort to reel in your outrage, afraid you'll explode and say something you regret to the poor boy.

"Senpai," Your tone is wavering, eyes shut as you do your best to regain a steady composure. "Unless you want me to drive all the way to your house and personally select another pair of trousers from your closet and come back here, there is nothing else I can do for you."

Honey can sense the sheer frustration in your voice, so he doesn't say anything further. He's decided he's played too much of a part in this little game, and he doesn't think it's very fun anymore... someone else is going to have to step in.

And someone else does. Just as Tamaki is starting to realize that this little "trial" has gone too far, Hikaru opens his mouth.

"Come on, Senpai, isn't this your job?"

Even his brother's eyes grow wide, tugging on Hikaru's sleeve to tell him not to push you anymore, but Kaoru freezes while doing so as you turn around menacingly, your gaze tearing daggers through Hikaru as you fume.

"No, Hikaru, it is not my job to be your personal servant-"

"Don't you serve your dad all the time at home? Get to it, y/n, we don't have all day."

Your fury is replaced by absolute astonishment at Hikaru's choice of words paired with the insult of lacking an honorific.

"Hikaru!" Kaoru scolds with a gasp, seemingly pushing HIkaru's consciousness back into reality as he realizes what he's just said to you.

And that's when Tamaki realized this entire operation was a mistake, uncrossing his arms in a state of shock.

Haruhi's attention turns to Mori as he stands adjacent to her. His eyes are closed in disappointment, as if he knew something like this would happen.

With an indignant huff, your voice slightly breaking, you throw the elementary boy's shorts to the ground, as a loud smack! echoes through the silent room. You manage to suppress your tears as you storm past the onlookers and to the grand double doors, slamming them behind you and bolting down the hall.

Tamaki does his best to disperse the crowd, directing intrigued guests back to their tea and snacks with a polite smile. As the crowd dissipates, Tamaki throws a panicked expression in Hikaru's direction.

"When I said make y/n as busy as possible, I didn't mean make her busy crying!" Tamaki stomps his foot, fuming.

"I didn't mean to! I just wanted to make her mad!" Hikaru whines, feeling the immense weight of guilt pulling at his heart strings.

"She was already mad, you pushed her over into hurt." Haruhi pipes up, arms crossed. She could have guessed that this was exactly what would happen if you were pushed to your breaking point.

Hikaru hangs his head, ashamed of his words toward you as his heart pulses painfully. Kaoru clings comfortingly to his side. "Don't worry, I bet Senpai knows you didn't mean it," He assures. Hikaru only nods slightly.

"I didn't think she was gonna cry!" Honey cries, now bursting into genuine tears. Honey seeks Mori for comfort, lip trembling as his mind runs rampant with his intolerable behavior toward you. Mori places a still hand atop his head without a word.

"I think we'll have to move ahead with the plan a little early." Kyoya adjusts his glasses, taking hold of the reins of this operation.

"Tamaki, could you have the room ready by the time I get back? I'll go make sure she's alright." Kyoya tucks his notebook and pen away.

Tamaki nods, "Good idea, Kyoya. You heard the man, get to work." He orders, clapping his hands twice. The remaining hosts scurry away at his command.

As Kyoya withdraws from the clubroom, he has the slightest inclination as to where you might have run off to. Trusting his intuition, he sets off to the place he has in mind.

It's a bit of a longer walk, and Kyoya can't imagine that you ran all the way here, but his intuition was, indeed, correct. He nearly smiles fondly to himself when he finds you perched on the edge of a familiar fountain in your maid's uniform, knees drawn to your chest. Kyoya's chest aches painfully when you brush a stray tear from your cheek, sniffling quietly. He can barely hear you over the calming sound of trickling water flowing in the fountain.

Kyoya steps out from underneath the covered walkway and you notice him immediately.

"Oh." You straighten up, quickly wiping your damp cheeks and hoping your nose isn't too red. Luckily, your cheeks darken to the same rosy hue to match the tip of your nose.

"Want some company?" Kyoya offers gently. You nod wordlessly.

At your given consent, Kyoya sits on the ledge of the fountain beside you, craning his neck only slightly to peer over your shoulder as your back is turned to him.

"Are you alright?" He tilts his head.

You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment, "I know he didn't mean it, it's all part of some stupid charade you're all doing, but it still hurts."

If it wasn't for your last statement, Kyoya would have laughed. Of course you were aware of something going on, you're incredibly observant.

"I know. I'm not entirely sure where that came from, but it was unnecessary." Kyoya reaches out tentatively. His fingers gently caress your arm with an aura of hesitancy. He can't quite tell if you want him by your side or anywhere else.

Soon his uncertainty is settled, however, when you swivel your body and lean into him, still hugging your knees to your chest. Kyoya slithers a casual arm around your shoulders, holding you secure to his side.

"I don't want to go back in there," you say. Kyoya can practically hear the pout on your lips. He smiles softly.

"I think you'll be surprised." His optimistic tone brings your head up toward him to meet his eyes, looking hopeful.

"Promise?"

Kyoya knows without a doubt that what they have planned for you will raise your spirits in the most wonderful of ways. He angles his head to face you, eyes landing upon your expectant irises. The warmth in his heart spreads across his whole chest.

"Promise."

And when Kyoya promises something, you don't have a doubt in the world. A faint tint of red spreads across the apples of your cheeks, reaching the bridge of your nose when Kyoya places a gentle kiss just below your hairline.

You sigh quietly to yourself, hoisting yourself from the side of the fountain, "I better go and give Hikaru a chance to apologize anyway, I bet he's worrying himself sick." You tease, walking closely to Kyoya's side and nudging his shoulder.

Kyoya chuckles, "You know him all too well." He puts a simple, guiding hand to the small of your back.

"Well who do I have to thank for that, huh? Back in the day when you used to boss me around..." You quirk a brow, grumbling.

"Something good came out of it, right? I know they're a pain, but they certainly hold you in high regards." Kyoya says, moving to shove his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I sort of figured that after they staged an entire fight to get the chance to visit my house." You scoff, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

 ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

You reach for the handle to the clubroom, but you're quickly stopped as Kyoya grabs it before you. You glance up at him with questioning eyes, hand poised mid air.

"Allow me." And with that, Kyoya pushes open the door. It creaks all too familiarly, and unexpectedly, you're flooded with a surge of rose petals.

You swat stray petals away from your line of sight, thoroughly confused: "We already opened for the day, what's with the theatrics?" You blink, realizing the room is shrouded in darkness.

"... are you guys just sitting here in the dark?" You squint. You turn to find Kyoya for an explanation, but he is nowhere to be seen.

The echoing thud of a spotlight switching on turns you around, and Tamaki is standing illuminated under a beam of light.

Lining a pathway toward him is an additional, less spectacular row of lights that flash from above. Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi stand on one side in a row, and Kyoya, Mori, and Honey stand parallel from them. They all stand as if they're uniformed soldiers in their butler costumes, arms folded behind their back and eyes glued to you.

You blink, brows furrowed at their unusual formation. You haven't got anything planned... no special event or party that requires a dramatic entrance.

"y/n, would you please step forward?" Tamaki bows like a true prince would, one arm pressed to his chest and the other outstretched, head slightly angling up to glance at you.

Stunned to silence, your legs carry you to move closer to him, barely sparing each host an apprehensive glance on your way to the King.

You cannot even begin to fathom what is going on, a million ideas running through your head at a hundred miles an hour. Are you in trouble? Are they going to ask you to join a cult? Have they joined forces with the Black Magic Club and this is your initiation?

"You've proven yourself worthy against our trials, my dear." Tamaki announces in a royal tone.

"Trials?" You tilt your head to the side, looking curiously at the hosts around you.

"And so, I present you... with this." Tamaki looks to Kyoya a moment. Kyoya hands him a luxurious pillow, meant for ceremonies. Something is sitting a top it. It doesn't look too big, and it looks quite delicate.

When Tamaki is handed the pillow, he moves it into the light, lowering it to your level to reveal...

... a yellow rose?

"A rose?" You have to admit, it's quite beautiful, in perfect condition. However, you can't help but wonder what on earth he's giving it to you for... and in such a formal fashion.

"Your rose." Tamaki corrects in a gentle tone as if he were speaking to only you.

"My rose?" You parrot.

And then, it clicks.

Your rose.

Your rose.

The rose meant to represent you. To represent you as a host.

Your eyes tear from the beautiful flower to meet Tamaki's lilac irises, your lips parted in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" You absentmindedly take the rose with gentle fingers. The gorgeous pale yellow of its petals glisten under the sharp light above Tamaki's head.

"It's long overdue." Tamaki nods. He can't help but smile at your complete bewilderment.

With a cheek splitting grin, you let out a purely delighted laugh, surging forward and throwing your arms around Tamaki's neck, arms constricting tightly around him.

As surprised as Tamaki is at your reaction, his arms are quick to reciprocate, the warmth in his chest spreading to his lips as they smile fondly.

"Thank you." He hears you sniffle. He chuckles.

"It's wasn't my idea." As Tamaki gently lets you go, you know immediately who to look to.

Your gaze falls upon Kyoya's, already fixed on you with a soft simper.

He truly is a vision in his butler's tailcoat, arms tucked behind his back and eyes focused entirely on you with such an aura of adoration that it makes your heart pulse in the best of ways.

As you approach him, you can't wipe the smile from your lips, "You're really okay with this?"

Your consideration for his anxieties sets Kyoya even more at ease with his decision than he was before.

"Absolutely."

It's not necessarily the fact that you're becoming a host that excites you. Sure, it's a role you've longed for these past few years and you think you'd be an excellent candidate... but that's not the reason you're over the moon.

It would take only a bystander to realize how uncomfortable the notion of you becoming a host made Kyoya in the past. The idea of you catering romantically to anyone didn't exactly sit right with him, but that was when your combined futures were uncertain. That was before he knew the extent of your affection for him. It used to make him nervous to see you interact in such a way with others, but now...

Of course you're excited to become a host and explore the possibilities, but you're ten times more moved by the fact that you have gained such trust from Kyoya. A trust that exceeds his boundaries, a trust that allows him to put your ambitions above his anxieties.

And that is more important to you than anything he could have ever given you.

Such a notion brings a few tears to your eyes and your lip trembles in the slightest, a sound of appreciation caught in your throat as you reach toward him, hands cradling his jaw as you pull him down for a searing kiss. Although he hadn't expected it, Kyoya's hands quickly find their place caressing your waist, eyes slipping shut as he basks in the feeling of your lips pressed together.

Kyoya pulls back only just, gaining your attention and flicking his eyes behind you briefly, jerking his head in the same direction with a faint smile.

You turn to glance over your shoulder, making eye contact with the twins: particularly with Hikaru. He looks as though he might chew his lip off, eyes darting away from yours the moment he sees you looking at him. Kaoru nudges his shoulder a bit.

Kyoya turns you around by the waist and you take the initiative to make your way over to Hikaru.

Hikaru fidgets with his sleeve, "Senpai, I'm really sorry about-"

But as you lean up on the tips of your toes and peck his cheek, Hikaru's words catch in his throat, eyes growing wide as a flush spreads across his cheeks. He gulps as you flash him a charming smile.

"I know. Thank you." You nod, seemingly convincing Hikaru that you don't notice the profuse blush spreading to his ears.

"I'm sorry too, y/n-chan!" Honey exclaims, leaping into your arms. Although you have less than a few seconds to react, you quickly support his weight with ease, playfully grimacing as his hair tickles your cheek.

As you set Honey down, patting the top of his head, you glance around at the hosts surrounding you, "Who's going to do all of my chores now?" You inquire curiously.

"All of us." Mori declares, allowing the corner of his lips to twitch slightly upward when you turn to him with an appreciative smile.

"Yeah, we're all gonna chip in a little." Kaoru digs his fist into Hikaru's arm playfully, who rolls his eyes and rubs over the spot that Kaoru punched.

"It's the least we can do." Haruhi grins widely.

Tamaki sweeps in, taking you by the hand, "Without further ado, allow me to introduce our newest host type!"

Ever a lover of theatrical presentations, Tamaki turns you to face the rest of the hosts, bowing.

"The gentle type."

As your heart swells, gripping your yellow rose tightly between your fingers, the hosts erupt into applause.

"Does this mean Senpai has to flirt with our customers too?" Hikaru raises a brow.

"Guess we're gonna have more male patrons." Kaoru grumbles.

"Guys, your jealousy is showing." Haruhi deadpans, flashing you a knowing look. You return it with a smirk.

"Indeed." Kyoya teases, unable to suppress the smile spread across his lips.

"Now, y/n! Allow me to teach you everything I know about the art of hosting!" Tamaki takes you by the shoulder, casting his hand to the sky and starting on a monologue that you couldn't be paid to listen to in a million years.

Turning over your shoulders with a desperate call for help in your eyes, Kyoya merely shrugs. You roll your eyes.

"When talking to a customer, ask them questions about themselves! Everyone loves to talk about themselves-"

"Do they now?" You quirk an unamused brow. Tamaki completely overlooks your interjection.

You groan. It's going to be a long, long day...

🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.

Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I’m OK?

Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵

🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;

Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵

🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!

And you’ll cut through the darkness make it go!

The time to start is now! And I can show you how.

Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵

♡Next time, on Indeed...♡

It's a certain someone's birthday who doesn't seem to share the same desire to celebrate it as much as everyone else...

♡We'll see you then!! ♡

want to read more? here's my ouran masterlist 🌹

and here's my bts blog💜

want me to write something you want to see? request something💌

have any questions? talk to my characters!🙏🏻

Adieu~ 🌹🌹🌹

#kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #ouran #haruhi fujioka #kyoya #haruhi #hikaru #kaoru #tamaki #honey #mori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #tamaki suoh #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi #mitsukuni #ouran host club #ohshc #ouran high school host club #host club #kyoya fluff #kyoya angst #reader insert #x reader #kyoya imagine #host-club-hq #indeed #indeed series

[billie-rotten]

Alone Time

Featuring: Hikaru Hitachiin. Kaoru Hitachiin. Takashi Morinozuka. Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka.

Rated X: Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.

Contains: Male anatomy. Male masturbation. Ejaculation. Mentions of sexting. Mentions of pornography.

Author's Note: All characters are written to be older than 21 years of age.

| Part 1 |

He mostly has a habit of jerking off first thing in the morning.

Baby just can’t stand having morning wood :( 

He probably has bought a Fleshlight (or some other toy in that vein) and found out pretty quickly that he doesn’t like it too much. 

He only kept it because he thinks it’s a funny item to have. 

He lays on his back with his phone laying on his chest. 

He doesn’t have too much of a porn preference, but he does love to watch oral sex in any direction.

(Especially if there is cum in someone’s mouth)

He typically uses two hands, one to stroke and the other to play with his balls.

When he’s alone, he doesn’t last very long. He has to actively edge himself to last any amount of time.

This started because he just wanted to get it over with. But now, on his days off, he takes some extra time in bed to tease himself.

His cum is thin and watery, but it comes out in powerful spurts, usually landing on his chest.

When he cums, he lets out a few quiet grunts, maybe a whimper. But never any moans when he’s alone. 

If you’re lucky, you might get a picture or two from him.

He usually just finds free time, if he really feels like he needs it. 

But he doesn’t usually feel that way.

Most of the time, he’s focused on other things. Also, there’s rarely a time when you aren’t around to help him out. 

He doesn’t own any toys. Again, he’s just focused on other stuff and doesn’t think about it that much. 

He sits most of the way up, swiping through pictures of his partner.

No, really. He keeps every single picture you send him in a cute little folder on his phone. Password protected, of course.

He typically just uses one hand. He needs the other to be able to use his phone. 

He likes to go pretty quickly. No messing around for him.

Unless you’re on the other end of the phone, that is ;)

Just like his twin, his cum is very watery, but his dribbles onto his belly, rather than shooting anywhere on him. 

He also is virtually silent when he’s alone. There might be a sigh or two, but no real moaning.

He used jerking off as a passtime when he was single. 

Like, he would get bored, go in his room, and immediately start fooling around with himself. 

But then he really started enjoying it. 

So, even now that he has you around, he still has toys and such to experiment with. 

He doesn’t usually like porn, but occasionally, he likes femdom or femboy stuff.

He takes his time when he can. He uses two hands with very slow strokes. 

He also loves the feelings of his fingers lightly tracing over his skin and giving himself goosebumps everywhere.

His orgasms are powerful, usually leaving him shaking. 

He tries his best to stay quiet, but he always lets out at least a whimper or two. 

His cum is thick and white, but there’s only a couple of drops at a time. 

And you can always tell when he’s been playing with himself because he always comes and cuddles you right after.

It’s pretty rare that he really feels like he needs to jerk off. 

And even when he does, he doesn’t want you to know about it.

That’s why he typically does it in the shower. 

He doesn’t own any toys. To him, it makes him feel icky when he has someone as wonderful as you.

He doesn’t need them anyway.

Typically, he stands under the running water with one hand stroking himself. 

The other hand is playing with his sensitive nipples. 

His orgasms are pretty powerful. It’s usually difficult for him to stay quiet. 

But he must be pretty good at it, because you always seem none the wiser when he gets out of the bathroom.

His cum is thick, and there’s just about an average amount of it.

Not that anyone would ever know because it always washes down the drain with his shower.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #ohshc x reader #hikaru x reader #kaoru x reader #honey x reader #mori x reader #hikaru smut #kaoru smut #honey smut #mori smut #smut #ohshc smut #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kaoru #ohshc honey #ohshc mori