#reader x kyoya

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☘️~ i apologize for not having written in a while, I’ve had no ideas ☠️☠️but here’s my first host club writing so enjoy <33

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ panic attacks, language, g/n!reader

you (s/o) have a panic attack in front of them - ft. tamaki, haruhi, kyoya

~ reader is part of host club and has a family similar to that of kyoya’s. idk if there will be a part two, maybe :) these ran kinda long but i haven’t posted in a while so hopefully this makes up for it lol

~ also, note to my phone : please stop autocorrecting “tamaki” to “tamale.” it’s weird 💔💔💔

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tamaki

- he knew you’d been kind of on edge about your family. ever since they found out you’d been working for the host club to entertain women instead of in a different club that was more high-class, you’d been worrying yourself to death about what they thought. they hadn’t really been speaking to you much- perhaps considering you a pariah of some sort.

~ however, tamaki had kind of made it a joke- in an attempt to ease your anxiety about the matter without diving too deeply into it, he’d just been making lighthearted comments or silly jokes every now and then whenever he noticed you were down. most of the time, it helped to clear your head and you would be fine.

~ but one day, the jokes didn’t work. everything he tried to say drew absolutely nothing from you, sitting stoically at a freshly set up table with your head down. when he tried to touch you, you immediately stiffened. so he asked if everything was alright, and that’s when he noticed you were shaking.

~ “y/n? hey, whoa, everything’s alright, it’s-“

~ you looked up at tamaki- and he saw that your face was tight and glistening with sweat. you had a death grip on the armrests of the chair and your jaw quivered. “i- can’t breathe. i- i can’t fucking breathe.”

~ the second tamaki hears those words come from your mouth, he’s calling every other host in the room. he tries to stand you up himself, but your entire body seems glued to your seat, so he doesn’t try to push it. tamaki is really panicked- you’re hyperventilating and almost in tears and he doesn’t have a clue what to do about it; all he can do is repeat to you that it’s going to be okay as the other hosts rush to your aid.

~ tamaki wishes he had helped you with the issue more instead of making jokes, but he also wishes you had told him the extent of your worries. he’ll probably watch you like a hawk now and check in on you every two seconds until he knows for sure (and receives confirmation from kyoya) that you’re alright. he’ll also make the other hosts do the same and check for warning signs lest you have a second panic attack.

haruhi

~ she definitely notices that you’re apprehensive. you’re not as engaged in your job as you usually are, and your made-up charisma as a host club member seems more forced than usual. haruhi will go up to you and point it out when you two are separate from the others; she might pull you away from guests if she really thinks something is off.

~ despite you both attending to guests, she does notice the little warning signs leading up to your panic attack- your chest is heaving up and down a little too fast and you’re beginning to grow pale. so haruhi politely but quickly excuses herself and removes you from the area as quickly as she can before your panic attack hits full force.

~ she does it so subtly most of the hosts don’t even notice (besides kyoya, but he doesn’t feel like investigating). she’ll take you to a quieter, less crowded place and help you slow your breathing by counting to five on your inhales and exhales. she tells you to close your eyes and focus on calming yourself, telling you that everything will be fine.

~ “hey, hey, y/n, breathe. breathe. there you go. close your eyes, okay? look, hey, i’m right here, just count with me…”

~ haruhi handles it well and quickly before you can spiral too much. but she had been keeping an eye on you all day, worrying herself sick making sure you were alright. she’s relieved she was able to act when she needed to. she also strongly hopes that the other hosts tamaki didn’t notice or else they would be all over it and potentially make you more nervous. haruhi also asks that you stop trying to work if you aren’t well…

kyoya

~ he also notices the subtle signs that tell him that you’re anxious. he might pull you aside once or twice to ask if you’re okay and if you need anything, but if you tell him you’re fine, he’ll just leave the matter alone. it doesn’t matter if kyoya knows you’re lying- what he really wants is for you to tell the truth voluntarily instead of him coaxing it out of you.

~ however, when kyoya sees you abruptly leave the music room while guests are present, confused murmurs emitting from the crowd of girls, he knows he has to interfere. after you’re out of sight, he makes his own covert getaway, but he makes sure to move fast.

~ it’s a good thing he did, because you’re in the hallway with a deathly pallor and a bad case of dizziness. kyoya’s eyes widen behind his glasses when he sees you, and he comes over just in time to catch you when you mumble a strangled “can’t breathe” and fall to the ground. your lips are dry and your mouth is open, emitting choked wheezing sounds, trying to take in air to no avail. now kyoya is visibly concerned, and he props your shaking body up to an upright sitting position on the wall and puts a hand on your shoulder. he shoots you a worried look before his expression returns to a business-like one and he takes out his phone.

~ “y/n, i understand it’s difficult, but please try and calm down. i’ll have a medical team here in just a few minutes- everything will be alright.”

~ the medical team comes, but by then you’ve mostly recovered. still, he keeps a couple of them on standby until he’s sure you’re totally okay.

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Lavender Roses ~ (Kyoya Ootori x Reader)

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

-> word count: 5.8k

-> summary: Kyoya walks with the rest of the host club as they wait for you and Haruhi to finish up your exams. His mind continued to flicker back to the conversation he had with you earlier. 

Maybe it’s not just them. 

He realized he never got to finish.

Maybe it could be us.

-> i'm so tired rn.

tw!: it's that scene in the changing room, so it has a feel of SA, but no actual SA happens! just be aware of yourself <3

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Beware The Physical Exam! pt. 2

“We will begin conducting physical examinations shortly. All students, please proceed to the clinic in your respectful school building.” 

You, Kyoya, and Tamaki walk together, weaving through the crowds of pale yellow dresses and blue jackets towards a large ballroom at the end of the hall. 

“Are we sure that the girls won’t know it’s me?” Tamaki asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His shoulders squirmed, and both you and the ravenet saw the concerns swirling in his violet irises. 

And you couldn’t have that, now could you? 

“Now, don’t go doubting your own plan, Tamaki. Have some faith.” Kyoya assures, his black book firmly grasped in his hands. 

Still not completely convinced, the blonde met your gaze. 

“You got this Tamaki, it’ll be seamless.” You say, following it with an awkward thumbs up.

And sure enough, Tamaki’s suspicions were vanquished by the overwhelming trust for his friends, and he walked ahead, a proud look in his eyes. You breathe a sigh of relief and shake your head as you watch your friend.

“I almost feel bad for him.” You say to the megane, laughing as the blonde walks with a new confident stride. 

Kyoya rolls his eyes, a smirk gracing his lips. “Oh, please. Tamaki has had his head in the clouds all week. He needs to be brought down a peg or two.”

“You’re just mad because he called you ‘supporting cast’.” You tease, taking the time to wave at some of your guests as they pass by.

“As were you.” He points out, gray eyes flicking to you for a moment.  

Shrugging, you brush it off. “I mean, if anyone is a supporting cast, it’s us.” 

“How so?” 

You observe Tamaki as he practices his lines under his breath. “Don’t you think it’s all kind of perfect? A vase breaks, and a month later, Tamaki is reaching epic lengths to keep this girl in our little club.”

A sentimental simper lifts the corners of your mouth as you look at your blonde friend. “Tamaki has always done the most for the people he cares about, but this time it feels different.”

“Because he loves her?” Kyoya questions, raising an eyebrow.

You nod, meeting his gaze. “Haruhi might think he’s pompous now, but you and I both know that it’s only a matter of time before she realizes how lovable Tamaki really is.” You throw a knowing look his way, and he delves his attention back into his notes. 

“And then from there, the classic sequence of fluffy moments, intertwined with jealousy and protectiveness, lead up to a dramatic event that just might tear their relationship apart.” 

Kyoya nearly gags at the dreamy look that clouds over your expression. “It will be clear then, how important they are to each other. A grand romantic gesture, probably from Tamaki, will seal it, and they’ll live happily ever after.” 

You end your fantasy and come back to earth, taken aback Kyoya giving you the most deadpan expression you’ve ever seen. 

“What?” You ask, a blush threatening to show.

“Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?” He rolls his eyes. That earns him another shove.

“Shut up, it’s nice.” A teasing tone laces in your voice. Ootori huffs a breath, laughing in his own way.

“As I was saying,” You continue with your theory as you reach the arch of the grand doorway. When you walk into the physical exam room, Tamaki makes a turn behind one of the curtains. “Those two are like the perfect formula for a romantic comedy.”

Kyoya glances at you, then back at his book, casually writing as he says, “Maybe it’s not just them.”

The weight of that he just implied makes you falter slightly as your best friend continues to walk forward. 

He’s not talking about me, right? About us? 

You shake your head slightly before you can dig deeper in the meaning of those 5 words. Of course not, he’s not interested. It was just small talk.

Even as your heart sinks slightly at the thought, you catch up with the ravenet once again. Both of you make your way to Haruhi, who is staring incredulously at Mori and Honey-senpai adorning doctor outfits. Your mood is immediately lightened at the serious look on the cousin’s faces, and a giggle bursts from your chest. This was unexpected. 

“They’re so obvious.” Haruhi says once the pair of you are in earshot.

“I have these two for backup just in case something happens.” Kyoya says as he nears Haruhi’s side, a hand on his frames. 

“But why are they in doctor disguises?” You ask, an speechless smile painting your face, slightly covered by your fingers. 

“They’re just setting the mood. Disguises make our operation feel like a real espionage mission.” 

Another laugh escapes you. “This just got so much better.” 

To the left of you three, a doctor brightly commends a student for losing a couple pounds, his smile a little too big and his pitch a little too high.

“Don’t you find it weird that all of these doctors are so jovial and nice?” Haruhi says, an annoyed look on her face. 

With an agreeing tilt of your head, you fold your arms across your torso. “They are chosen by the school’s chairman. While this may be a school, it’s also a business.”

Kyoya shuts his book and adds on, “He wants to keep the students happy. After all, most of the students who attend Ouran Academy have private doctors at home, so this…this is just a formality.”

As if in sync, you and Haruhi both roll your eyes. Damn these rich people. 

The honor student walks off to explore a little more, but as you turn to Kyoya to start another conversation, you feel a sudden pressure on your shoulder. Your body twists as it struggles to catch its balance, and you topple into Kyoya’s side. He supports you from your waist and shoulder, guiding you back to your feet.

Looking up, you notice a man wearing a lab coat looking back at you in surprise, his face unshaven and dark circles tracing his under eyes. 

Kyoya’s gaze sharpens as the doctor meets your gaze, an unsettling feeling finding the pit of his stomach. His grip on you tightens as the doctor finally speaks.

“I’m terribly sorry.” The homely man’s voice is like gravel as his brown eyes flicker back down to the floor. 

“It’s no problem.” Your heart is in your throat. Neither you or Kyoya liked the way he had studied you just now.

When the doctor walks off, and you straighten your uniform, trying to get your pulse to slow down.

“Are you alright?” Kyoya asks as you roll your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You watch the doctor from over your shoulder. Kyoya follows your eye line. 

“You got a bad vibe from him too, right?” 

“I did indeed.” 

Huh.

:::

Girls and guys alike crowd around a curtain, waiting in anticipation for the Hitachiiian twins as they are called in for their chest measurements. The host club stands to the side while Haruhi looks on, confused at the determination in each of the students' eyes. 

“You can use this area behind the curtain to undress.” The nurse says, attempting to guide them back behind one of the vanilla-colored fabrics. You roll your eyes as the pair of twins refuse, unbuttoning their shirts in the unobstructed view.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Hikaru says, his shirt falling off his shoulders to reveal a chiseled chest.

“Yeah, we’re not shy.” Kaoru’s abs peek out from the cotton material as the shirt pools at the bend of his elbows.  

The fans in front of them squeal and cheer as their faces flush with overwhelming excitement. Averting your eyes, you meet Mori’s gaze as you both judge in silence. 

Kyoya pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “See, Haruhi? A rather impressive turnout today.” He brings his hand down into his pocket, a confident stance taking over his form. “Physical exam day is quite popular with the guests.” 

Taking their attention in stride, Hikaru and Kaoru put on an act, sensually holding each other while whining about the ‘doctor games’ they play at home. Gagging, you push forward with the plan, saving Haruhi from seeing anymore of this monstrosity.

“C’mon, Haruhi, this way.” You say as you push her through one of the curtains. With a surprised yelp, she stumbles out of sight, leaving you to move back to your friend’s side. 

When you see the Hitachiian’s, you blink, grumbling as you near the group. “Goddamn it, twins, put your shirts back on.” 

They each raise an eyebrow. Exchanging a look, they move towards you. 

“Or what?” Kaoru leans an elbow on your shoulder, while Hikaru comes up to your opposite side. 

“You gonna fall in love with us or something?”  

You look between each of the twins as a small patch of silence befalls the group. But Hikaru was the first to break. 

A fit of laughter rings through your trio as you grasp at each other, trying to catch a breath. 

“Oh my god!” You snicker, struggling to get the words out. “How did you say that with a serious face?” 

The twins had tears in their eyes, “We have no idea!” 

The other hosts watch you three as you’re crumpling, rolling their eyes at your antics. 

“Mr. Fujioka? Are you ready to be measured now?” You barely notice a sudden hush fall over the room, but you and the twins take that as a signal to shut up. 

Your attention is dragged back to the curtain that you pushed Haruhi through. Curtain rings screech against metal as the fabric is dramatically pushed to the side, a pale figure coming into view. 

An open button up shirt was draped over a man with brown hair and violet eyes. Those irises were serious as they looked among the crowd.

“Yes,” his distinguishable voice fills the room, “I am Haruhi Fujioka.”

Blanketed by a confused hush, the students stared at Tamaki in a brown wig with a sweatdrop on their foreheads. 

Once again, the twins were dying as you clutched your side, not able to stop yourself from laughing so hard. 

Hikaru shouts through his absolute guffaws, tears clouding his vision. “I can’t believe he actually did it!”

“I can’t breathe!” You open your eyes for a split second to catch a glimpse of Tamaki raging towards the group, only to laugh harder. “Tamaki, please, haha, I can’t breathe!”

Kaoru has been reduced to his knees, banging his fist on the ground. “They recognized him! I told you they’d see through it.”

Long legs reach Hikaru, and Tamaki’s hands wrap around his throat. “You jerks!” He turned to you and pointed while still keeping a grip on Hikaru. “You said there was no way the guests would be able to tell it was me!”

“It’s payback for calling us the homosexual supporting cast!” You snicker through your retort, calming down slowly and wiping the water from your eyes. 

Tamaki takes off his wig and retreats back to the curtain, pulling it open further to reveal a defeated Haruhi on her knees, a dark aura surrounding her.

“I’m sorry, heh,” The prince says, hiding behind the fabric, “They figured it out.”

The honor student whips her head around to her senpai, a fierce stare piercing Tamaki as he screams in horror. He pales and freezes, stuck in temporary limbo. 

You watch as Kyoya walks over to Haruhi and places a hand on her shoulder. 

“Haruhi, ready?” She glances up at him, her eyebrows knitted together. “I went ahead and set up a separate room for you, a special boys clinic.” 

Haruhi seemed hesitant as you stepped up beside her. “And there is a doctor standing by that is sworn to secrecy.” You say, an assuring look in your eye. 

Kaoru and Hikaru give Kyoya a side-look. “It turns out the doctors here today are all on staff at one of Kyoya-senpai’s hospitals.” They start to shrug in unison. 

“Would’ve been nice if you had said something to us earlier.” 

The third Ootori son puts on a fake host-smile, “I had to get my revenge too.” He glances at you as he says, “I just don’t think I’m supporting cast, homosexual or otherwise.” 

You adjusted your gaze elsewhere, shaking your head with a knowing simper on your face.

Haruhi grabbed your wrist gently, getting your attention.

“Would you come to the clinic with me, (Y/n)? I still don’t really know my way around this place.” 

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” You turn to Kyoya. “I’ll just get my exam done there since I haven’t seen a nurse yet.” 

He only nods, waving goodbye to you as you walk down the hallway. 

:::

You and Haruhi make it down one of the lengthy hallways and open another intricate door. A woman sits inside at her desk, dressed smartly with glasses and a ponytail. 

“Haruhi Fujioka. I’ve been made aware of your situation. If you wouldn’t mind, please disrobe over there.” The doctor points to one of the two changing stations, and you give Haruhi a thumbs up before she moves behind another curtain. 

The doctor looks over at you, a polite but confused smile on her face. 

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Ootori didn’t say anything about two cross-dressing students, so I-”

You wave your hands in front of your face, giggling. “Oh no, no, I’m just one of Haruhi’s friends. Kyoya said it might be okay if I just get my exam done right now? Since I’m already here?”

“Oh!” She perks up and pulls out another sheet of paper, attaching it to her clipboard. “Of course! Just disrobe in there, and I will be with you as soon as I’m done with your friend.”

She steps into Haruhi’s curtain as you step into yours. Your jacket pools to the floor as your tie slithers from the collar of your shirt. Button by button, the cotton fabric is shrugged off your shoulders, revealing the undergarments you had chosen for the day. 

On the other side of the room, Haruhi and her doctor were finishing up.

“Well Mr. Fujioka, everything looks normal!” The medical professional flips through some of her papers as Haruhi shrugs her button-up back on, working the plastic circles through their holes.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Haruhi bows slightly.

“No worries at all! Now, onto our next patient, Ms. (L/n)-”

The two women froze as they heard a muffled scream across the carpeted clinic.

:::

Kyoya walks with the rest of the host club as they wait for you and Haruhi to finish up your exams. His mind continued to flicker back to the conversation he had with you earlier. 

Maybe it’s not just them. 

He realized he never got to finish.

Maybe it could be us.

Taking a long breath to keep his heart in place, he walked past a group of girls. He didn’t even realize she was crying until she let out a whine.

“I’m telling the truth!” 

Along with the rest of the host club, Kyoya turned, confused at the sudden tension in the air. 

“One of the doctors grabbed me by the shoulder! He was trying to make a pass at me!” The young girl held her face in her hands. “I’ve never been so terrified.”

The club’s manager put a hand to his chin, an image of the strange doctor flashing across his mind. 

“Hm, I had a feeling this might happen.” He breathed a bored sigh, earning a confused look from the others. 

Honey looks up at him, Usa-chan hanging at his side. “What do you mean?” 

“Earlier today, (Y/n) and I saw a strange man wearing a white lab coat, but clearly not one of our hospital’s doctors, and we both thought it was a little odd.” 

Confused looks turn into annoyed ones as the twins look at him with deadpan faces. “Shouldn’t you have said something earlier?”

A sheepish smirk crosses Kyoya’s face as he realizes they are right. “Well, it’s no big deal. I’m sure the security guard will catch him.”

Voices spring back into their vicinity. “Tell me, Miss, did you see where the pervert doctor was headed?” 

“Yes sir, he ran off towards the special boys clinic!”

Kyoya’s heart dropped into his stomach. The twins' eyes widened as Honey and Mori’s faces hardened into something threatening. Tamaki looked scared, his jaw clenching as all six of them whip around to look down the long hallway that led to where you were. 

“(Y/n) and Haruhi!” 

:::

As you undressed, you heard the ruffle of the curtain behind you. You turned to welcome the female doctor you had met before, but as a man closed the opening behind him, trapping you inside, you began to think differently.

“Hey! What the hell?” You cried as you tried to cover yourself up, your clothes being too far away to grab as you put distance between you and the stranger.

He turned around, and you recognized him as the man from earlier. Your heart picked up speed even more, remembering how his gaze scanned you up and down earlier this afternoon. 

When he saw you, his eyes widened, and being larger than you, strode over to you in one step, placing a constricting hand over your mouth and a firm grip on your shoulder. The force presses you into the wall

“It’s not what you think! Please, just keep quiet!” 

Feeling your heartbeat in your ears now, tears prick your eyes as you’re pinned against plaster. You scream behind his palm, hoping the sound is loud enough for someone, anyone, to hear.

It was.

As he neared the room, your high-pitched scream made Kyoya run a hundred times faster than he had been, rage and fear fueling his speed when he thought of what could be going on in there. 

The muscles in his jaw clenched as his shoulder forced open the door. When it opened, he saw Haruhi and the doctor rush out of their changing room, the honor student’s alarm going off once she saw how terrified the host club looked. 

The Ootori son was the first to reach the curtain, whipping it open to find you pushed against a wall, your clothes strewn aside as you were manhandled by the stranger in question.

His chest lurched at your tear-stained cheeks as he ran to you, Tamaki springing a kick at the doctor’s head, throwing the stranger into the wall. 

And then, as fast as the man was thrown off of you, Kyoya stood in his place, wrapping your form in his jacket and cupping your face. His gray eyes safely scanned your body, searching for any sign of bruising or injury. Thank God. 

His presence was comforting, the complete opposite from his usual, cold demeanor. Had he always been this warm?

“You’re okay, (Y/n), you’re okay.” Kyoya’s face was stern, but the intense emotions that coiled behind his glasses made you wonder if he was assuring you, or himself. 

Shock still stopped your body from moving as your friends gathered around you. They saw your wet irises and slack jaw, and you were surprised that they couldn’t hear the hard thump of your heartbeat. 

A feeling of safety washed over you. Your brain finally registered that your friends were here, Kyoya was here, and you released a shuddering breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Shuffling was heard behind the club as the man dragged himself up from the wall, catching the attention of your friends. Shadows crossed over their faces as Kyoya gently passed your wobbly stature to Haruhi, who let you lean into her side. The darkest aura twisted around him as his glasses flashed, making sure to keep you behind him at all times. 

“One, good looks that attract the public eye.” The twins step forward in sync, their posture menacing. 

“Two,” Kyoya stepped forward, glaring knives at the doctor in front of him. “More wealth than you could imagine. 

Mori stands above them all, side-eyeing the unruly man in the wall. “Three, chivalry that will never be able to overlook…”

Honey rises a few feet below him, reflecting off of his cousin. “...the hideous wickedness of this world.” 

Tamaki plants himself in front of you all, ready to protect his mon ami at all costs. “That’s what makes up the Ouran High School Host Club!” 

Then, in unison, they shout together. “We’re here! Watch out!”

Even amidst all the drama, you let out a small laugh. “Do you think they practiced that?” You turn to ask Haruhi, but her brown eyes are staring at wonder at the princely blonde in front of you. 

Kyoya turns back slightly at your laugh, relieved to see you returning to normal. 

The doctor whines, scared of the men in front of him. Sweat pours from his forehead as he begs for his safety. 

“Please don’t hurt me! Spare me my life.” From his position on his knees, he frantically succumbs to the host club, becoming very pathetic in your eyes. Confused beyond measure, you step forward, gripping the borrowed jacket around your form as you walk towards him. You’re still hesitant, of course, but as the man who had you pinned up against a wall, just moments ago, desperately bows at your feet, he doesn’t seem so scary anymore. 

“What are you doing in here?” You ask him, feeling more confident by the second. 

He looks up at you, then hangs his head, and suddenly, it’s his life story.

“I’m a doctor. I have a small emergency clinic that I run in the next town over. My name is Yabu.” 

Your eyebrows raise as the twins behind you grimace. 

Hikaru appears to your right. “Did he say his name was Yabu?” 

Kaoru approaches your left. “What a terrible name for a doctor.”

They meet eyes with each other as you’re stuck between them. “Unless you’re a quack.” 

Yabu heaves a heavy sigh. “I know.” He looks around to all of you, observing the threatening glances each host displays on their face. 

“I’m here looking for my daughter. My wife left me last month and took my daughter with her, but I know that she attends school here.” 

Your mind races, trying to connect the dots as Haruhi speaks up, standing near Tamaki. 

“Not to pry or anything, but why did your wife leave you?” 

The quack sits on his heels, one hand rubbing his face as he recalls the worst day of his life.

“Well, you see,” He starts, a distant, sad look ghosting over his brown eyes. “I’ve had a problem letting patients take advantage of me, allowing them to get away with unpaid receipts and forgotten IOUs. My girls thought that I didn’t care about the welfare of our family, but that could never be true!” Yabu’s hands were brought up to cover his face. 

“But they didn’t listen,” He whined, “They left me forever.”

As he looked back up, he was met with sympathy from your group instead of distaste, his story keeping you and your club at the edge of their seats. Save for Kyoya, of course.

His tone softened as he begged for someone to feel for him. “I know I’m terrible with managing our money, and I can’t say no to anybody. But I want to see my daughter one more time.” He weakly gestured around the room you were standing in. “So I came here.” 

Pulling on his lab coat, the doctor continued. “I finally made it to your school, but once I entered, I was mistaken for a doctor here to examine students.”

Empathetic looks replaced the twins' foreboding scowls, and they both spoke at once. “Well, of course, you were wearing a lab coat.”

You crouched down in front of him, a concerned look embedded in your brow. “Anyone would mistake you.”

Yabu nodded and looked down at the floor “And then it happened.” The shaggy brunette began to cry as he recalled today’s events. “I tried to ask a student if she had seen my daughter, but she started screaming. And before I knew it, there were all kinds of people chasing me!”

Already emotional from the minutes before, Tamaki joined you as you both cried with him. “That’s so tragic!” 

Realizing that, once again, he was the only rational member of this friend group, Kyoya cleared his throat. “Doctor Yabu, I think you may have the wrong place.” He spoke plainly, not quite ready to forgive and forget. “Are you looking for Ouran Public High School?” 

Yabu quickly nods, relieved to hear something familiar. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Kyoya tsked, a headache forming at this guy’s stupidity and ignorance. “I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, a private institution. Your daughter doesn’t go to school here.”

You turn to see the doctor pale, a shocked expression on his tear-stained features. 

Hikaru shakes his head. “Wow, that’s pretty sad. You don’t even know what school your daughter goes to?”

Kaoru sighs, just as disappointed. “I bet your relationship is messed up ‘cause you don’t pay attention to her. Not because of some stupid debt.” 

Standing up, you walk over to Kyoya. “Wow, I couldn’t even figure that one out.”

Kyoya notices the color has returned to your face before replying. “Well there’s no way the daughter of such a small town doctor would ever be able to get into Ouran Academy.”

This comment earns a playful glare from both you and Haruhi as Kyoya doesn’t realize the irony.

Behind you, Tamaki straightens out, and you turn around to sense a soft, determined aura around him.

“Kyoya, would you please find a map of all the public high schools in this area? I’d like to help this man find his daughter.” 

There was a pause as the ravenet perked up. You noticed Haruhi’s pupils twinkle as she saw Tamaki in a different light. You smiled at her, remembering the first time Tamaki first showed you this side of him. 

Kyoya, also being touched by his friend’s fortitude, relaxed slightly with a smirk on his face. “Whatever you say.” 

He spared a last glance at you as he walked out of the room, knowing that you were okay. The megane knew you were just as resolved and kind as the prince. It was one of the things he adored about you.

:::

The eight of you watch Yabu walk off your campus as cherry blossoms flutter around him, clutching a map close to his chest.

Kaoru raises an eyebrow. “Are we sure about this?”

Hikaru nods. “After all, even if he does manage to find his daughter, there’s no guarantee she’ll wanna speak with him.”

Tamaki follows the doctor with violet pupils until he is out of sight. “Well then, that’s something he will have to find out for himself.”

Haruhi looks at him, the same amazed look from earlier. You slightly nudge Kyoya, gesturing towards the two, and whispering, “There’s the moment, where she realizes that he isn’t as pompous as he seems.” You smile up at him and he quietly hopes that you have come to the same conclusion about him. 

“Uh, not to be rude, but we need to get out now.” Haruhi says as she turns to the rest of the group.

Tamaki blanches and jumps away from the honor student. “Haruhi, are you still mad at me? You’re not thinking of quitting the host club, are you?” Horror streaks across his face. 

The brunette just laughs and gestures to you. “Don’t be stupid, senpai, (Y/n) just needs to finish her physical exam.” Your friends look at you before quickly averting their eyes somewhere else, quickly remembering that under Kyoya’s jacket, you were not very decent.

“Oh, fuck, you’re right.” You say, tightening the apparel around you. “Would it be rude if I said to get out?” 

:::

After your exam, you find Kyoya waiting for you outside of the clinic. While he is jacketless, you are able to see the outline of his arms as he leans against the wall, his swimmer body becoming more apparent to you through the fabric of his shirt. 

Your eyes travel upwards as he notices you, pushing off the wall to greet you.

“Thank you for this.” You pass his coat back to him, as you are finally fully dressed. “And thank you for everything you did for me back there.”

Kyoya simpers at you, his heart blooming at your validation. “As long as you are alright.”

“I am now. Today was kind of an emotional rollercoaster.” You two begin to walk down the corridor as Kyoya shoves on his jacket. 

Ootori hums. “I wouldn’t really know much about that.”

A giggle escapes your lips as your eyes roll. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry to break it to you, Ootori, but you have feelings.” 

The ravenet stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I don’t really care to explore that side of me, thank you.” 

Bumping your shoulder against his, you yawn, emotionally exhausted. “Well, I like you the way you are. I’ve had enough touchy-feely for one day. Being around you is grounding.”

A hint of a blush escapes Kyoya’s attempts to prevent it, but he hides it as he adjusts the frames of his glasses. 

“That’s an interesting notion, in its own way.”

BONUS DRABBLE

Crouching low, a (h/c)-haired girl hid behind stone that was erected out of a pink tile floor. 

The music room was bustling with guests, the host club in full swing. Your friends were at their peak, entertaining their visitors with such skill and elegance, you knew it would be the perfect time to catch it on tape.

Days ago, Kyoya had asked you to take photos of the club members for a special project that he was preparing, but not to let any of them see you, or else it would ruin the pictures. You had asked why, but there wasn’t a lot you could pry out of the ravenet, only getting the response of ‘I’ll tell you soon enough.” 

You had shrugged, needing something to do for the next couple days anyway. You asked him to throw in a couple new pastries on the menu that you liked, and you were in. 

Now, a camera rested in your hand as you stalked behind one of the pillars, capturing the climax of one of the Hitachiian acts. It was dramatic and framed perfectly, as Hikaru grasped his brother in a loving embrace, and you pat yourself on the back for your photography skills. 

Next, you slithered through the room, the camera’s plastic hitting against your chest as it laid around your neck. You walked quieter, stealthier, tip-toeing over to Honey-senpai’s table. Like a predator stalking its next victim, you wait behind a potted rose bush, camera set up between the stems. Your finger rests over the button as Honey picks up a piece of cake from his plate. Readying yourself, Honey takes a bite of the desert while closing his eyes, savoring the delicious taste of strawberry and vanilla mixing together. And when he opens his eyes, you click the button, the camera capturing the moment of pure bliss and happiness in Honey’s face as he licks the icing from his lips. 

From your position you turn to Mori, who is crowded with women, but barely paying attention to any of them. Instead, his gaze is turned to the window, a hint of longing in his posture. The sunlight cascades across his face as it punctures through the glass, and you follow his hand as it comes up to gently rest under his chin. Freezing the moment in your device, you regretfully turn away from the aura of calm that his pose shares with you. Flipping through the last couple shots, you shake your head in amazement.

Why are all these people so goddamn photogenic?

You lay the camera back on your chest as you bend and weave through tables and chairs, army crawling under guests without being detected. 

Tamaki was next, and he was never hard to photograph. Slowly from your hiding spot, you observed as Tamaki gently gripped the chin of one of his girls, raising her head so that she would take the delicious red rose he offered, a beautiful charm flowing from his entire being. You barely remembered to take the shot, never believing so much magic could come from one person.

You realized that you had been entranced for too long, and spun before anyone would notice you. Unfortunately, someone already had. 

“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Haruhi’s brown eyes looked back at your bewildered (e/c) ones as you were stuck in place.

She just found you hiding behind a couch with a camera, sneaking pictures of the members of the host club. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” You cower, trying to find an escape route from her questioning gaze. 

Your response only makes her more confused as her eyebrows draw closer together. 

“Okay, then,” She points the device in your hand, “what’s with the camera?”

“Oh, uh, this?” Your hand reaches around the back of your neck as you hold up the photo box, twisting and turning it in your other palm. “Uh, I’m part of the, uh, yearbook committee!” You brighten as you find a decent excuse. 

“Yeah, yeah, the yearbook committee! They needed some photos of the host club, so they asked me to sub in!” A bright smile stretched across your face that didn’t quite meet your eyes, and you hoped you were convincing enough. 

“Oh! Well then, here.” Haruhi backed up a little before throwing up a peace sign. “I’m ready for my photo.”

You pause slightly before relaxing, always up to take a picture for your good friend. The honor student smiled slightly as you took the picture. She looked happy, contentment shining through her. 

You thanked her as she walked away, and you made your way to Kyoya, ready to return the camera. 

He was working at his desk, concentrating on his computer as you walked up to him. You smirked as you thought of an idea and turned the camera around, the lens now facing the two of you. 

Stretching out your arms, you stood slightly in front of him, smiling the best smile you could.

Kyoya looked up just in time to see the flash. You jumped a little in excitement as you turned the camera back around to see the photo.

There you two were, your smile beautiful and open, as Kyoya sits to the right, his eyes caught in the moment of meeting the lens dead on. 

Lowering the camera, you showed him the photo as he barely gave it a passing glance, complaining about hating people taking photos of him without his permission. 

Little did you know, that photo now acted as his wallpaper for his personal computer at home. 

Next time, on Lavender Roses.

“Hey Senpai, I heard a rumor that there’s another girl joining the host club. Is that true?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I heard that she’s actually Kyoya’s fiancé!”

"What?!"

Attack of the Lady Manager!

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[cupids-chamber]

𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, his hands interlocking with the locks of your hair, brushing it carefully, massaging oil into it, helping soothe you, watching as your body relaxes into his touch. He’d let out a pleasant sigh, loving the way you smile and let yourself fall limb, relaxing into the chair as he caresses your hair, the way your muscles all let loose and your back fully falls back down on the chair, the way you completely let him control you with his touch as he cares for you. 

It incites a warm feeling inside of him, not that he’s prideful of the fact that he has power over you, no much different from that, he enjoyed the sight of you fully calm alongside him, the way your reflexes all cooled down near him, as he brushed your hair. He’d carefully undo all the knots and tangles, feeling himself relax as he played with your hair, teasing you about the mess, playfully scolding you to take better care of yourself.. Although the last part was just him being honest. 

He feels comforted with how safe you felt near him, he’d hum softly, his voice soothing you into a sleepy state, as he braids your hair carefully, adding pins that he had picked up just for you..

— Deuce Spade, Riddle Rosehearts, VIL SCHOENHEIT, Malleus Draconia, JAMIL VIPER, Sebek Zigvolt, Idia Shroud, SIMEON, Satan, Diavolo, KATSUKI BAKUGO, Shoto Todoroki, Kyoya Ootori, KAVEH, Kazuha, Wanderer/Scaramouche

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

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[gelus-ugs]

OHSHC members when you flirt with them

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

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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

[lexsssu]

Pool Sex (Ootori Kyouya)

TAGS: Kyoya/F!reader, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

The Tropical Aqua Garden is a well-known water-themed park and also a restorative health facility owned by the Ootori family. Once upon a time during his youth, Kyouya brought his friends from the Host Club here for a ‘fun-filled’ day and despite how many years it had been since then, he still found himself having fun within the park.

“Don’t be afraid to let your moans ring out. There’s no one here but me to hear you.”

Namely, he had fun with his sweet little wife.

You were a precious little thing. So soft and innocent that everything you knew about intimacy had to be taught by him, much to his immense pleasure.

Dainty hands clutched at his strong shoulders as you bounced on his cock and moaned in ecstasy, your swimsuit pulled upwards to free your breasts that bounced in front of the Shadow King’s face.

Of course he’d be unable to resist from clamping his mouth around a pretty breast, sucking noisily and greedily at the teat while his long and slender hands made sure to help you lift your hips up and down the length of his member.

Taking a vacation here really was a great idea after all.

#lexsssu writes #ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #ootori kyoya #ootori kyoya x reader #ohshc #ohshc kyoya #ohshc x reader #ohshc kyoya x reader #kinktober #crossposted on ao3

[violetarks]

fooled around and fell in love!

anime: ouran high school host club

characters: fujioka haruhi, suoh tamaki, ootori kyoya

summary: you have enough charm to make even a host fall for you! why haven't you joined the club yet?

a/n: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, reader isn't necessarily in love with them, they're just unintentionally getting the others to fall for them, but it can be read however you would like

↣ fujioka haruhi:

being the little plaything for the host club was not fun at all for haruhi. she would literally rather do anything else than this.

carrying four bags of food for the hosts, haruhi groans in frustration, "stupid rich people... why do they have to drink so many different brands of coffee?" she reaches into one bag, pulling out an order for hikaru. "he doesn't even like the ingredients in this. he just wanted me to say that long order for no reason..."

people watched the student struggle down the hall towards the host club room. haruhi felt a bit annoyed; didn't rich people have maids or something to do these things? a turn around the corner makes her stop on her tracks, nearly dropping the bags onto the floor.

a hand is held out to catch her elbow, steadying her feet. "sorry, i didn't see you." she apologises, holding the bags even tighter.

"it's okay." you retort, sliding your book bag onto your shoulder. you blink at her, noticing who she was. "oh, haruhi. good morning. you seem pretty busy already."

"good morning, y/n." she replies, nodding her head at you, "yeah, the host club needed a refill on a couple things."

"do you... need help?" you ask, tilting your head at her.

"oh no, it's okay." she spoke, shaking her head with a nervous smile, "i'm nearly there, and club activities are going to start soon."

you shrugged your shoulders, taking some of the bags from her hold. "it's okay, my meeting's been cancelled. i can help." you explain, giving haruhi a smile, "i don't mind spending a little more time getting to know you."

she held her breath for a moment as you led her to the music room that the host club occupied. you were well-known around the school yourself, not as much as the infamous tamaki but still. you shared world history class together and sat in front of her. she knew the sound of your voice by the end of the first month here at ouran academy, and it was no wonder why many of your classmates would seek your help for work. haruhi was good at reading people, so she could tell that you yourself didn't have any bad intentions.

you two became friends quite easily, and you had visited her a few times at the host club. you acted as a cool escape from the strange world of the rich that haruhi had to get used to. you spoke to her as if she was always a friend of yours, sweet and kind. she thought that, if you had tried to, you could knock even tamaki off of his pedestal.

"i heard from hikaru that your theme for this week is the opposite of a 'maid cafe'." your voice cuts through her thoughts, and she drags her eyes to meet with yours. heat rushes to her cheeks at the idea that kyoya had brought up to make a rise in sales. you chuckle at her reaction. "well, i'll have to make sure to stop by to see you."

haruhi rolls her eyes, looking out the window to her left. "please spare me the humiliation, y/n." she huffed out, frown tugging on her lips.

you only grin wider. "c'mon, haruhi, you know that’s the only reason i show up." you say, leaning forward to get a look at her face. she was burning even brighter, and it didn't help that when she glanced back at you, you were staring at her with that welcoming and heart-warming grin you always had for her. "should i switch to always visiting the twins, then?"

haruhi gives you a deadpan look, which makes you laugh. she knows you wouldn't, you literally only asked for her. but she couldn't help the feeling she experienced when you would say her name or look at her like that.

at the host club, you help drop off the bags as kyoya checks everything on his clipboard. at the bell, haruhi escorts you to the door.

"thank you again, y/n, for your help. i'll repay you." she says, knowing full well that all her payments were going to the host club for her initial incident.

you ruffle her hair a little with a smile. "no problem, haruhi. i'll always be here to lend a hand." you say, walking down the hall with your 'goodbye'.

haruhi spares you a wave, closing the door after seeing you turn the corner. when she looks back to her clubroom, she notices kyoya standing a few feet away, back against the wall. "oh, kyoya-senpai. i forgot you—”

“taking a liking to l/n, have we?” he taunts, clipboard under his arm. his glasses gleam with mischief and haruhi gulps. picking it up from the table, he hands her the costume for the day. “is that why they’ve become a regular now?”

she rolls her eyes and grabs it from him. “believe what you want, i’m not doing this out of pleasure.” she admits, hurrying to the change rooms. she passes the other hosts, all standing in the doorway and watching the two interact. haruhi stops on her tracks yet again, furrowing her brows. “what now?”

“what’s this? have haruhi and y/n finally begun dating?” the twins chime, wrapping their arms around haruhi as she begins to heat up, “the love story of the century, two pining young students unable to keep their affections a secret.”

kaoru glances to tamaki, who is fixing up his tie. “what do you say, boss? should we invite y/n to join the host club?” he suggests.

honey jumps up, holding his toy up in the air. “they would be so cute together, right taka-chan?” mori simply nods his head, looking indifferent.

“hmm. perhaps a new addition would spark some rivalry between haruhi and y/n.” tamaki concludes, “many of our guests would love to see the lovers battle to be the best! yes, that is a splendid idea! haruhi—”

turning around, he sees haruhi exit the change rooms in her butler outfit. she huffs back, shaking her head, “i am not inviting y/n to join the host club, you idiots.”

she walks passed them, ignoring the banter they were spouting and the arguments they had for you joining the club. in the end, it was a definite no.

she didn’t know what it was. maybe she just really wanted you to herself.

↣ suoh tamaki:

tamaki, like always, was surrounded by the girls of ouran academy.

if there were any sign that today was just going to be another day, it would be that. the sounds of screams and dreamy sighs, the voice of tamaki swooning them all, and the trail of hearts left behind. another day here at school for you.

but, like always, the club members would make fun of him for his eccentric ideas and whatnot. as they leave to go to class, tamaki stands in the music room with a disappointed look on his face. whenever he would put a frown on his face, the customers would come rushing in! hold his face, cling to his side! why must his friends be so disheartening?

when the door opens to the music room, he expects it to be kyoya to drag him back, and he throws on his frown again. "oh, kyoya! i'm so sad!"

"why is that, tamaki?" you ask, closing the door with your sheet music under your arm and your violin in hand. he blinks at you, obviously not expecting anyone other than the club members. "my apologies, i walked into the wrong room. why are you here by yourself?"

to play it off (although he has never seen you attend any club activities, only ever seeing you in his literature class) he stands up, cheeks burning with embarrassment. he chuckles out, arms thrown to his sides, "o-oh! don't mind me, i'm just a bit down. i didn't expect such a sweet maiden to make herself known at such a time! how are you on this fine day, mx l/n?"

when you tilt your head, walking closer to his spot at the couch. "a sweet boy like you should never be left alone to sulk." you state, sitting down across from him. he widens his eyes, gulping. "where are your friends?"

"uh... they are in, um, class!" he says as the end-of-the-day bell rings. you only smile. tamaki sighs, dropping his whole get-up and looking to his hands, leaning back against the softness of the couch, "i suppose they left me here while they went home."

"you don't want to go home yet?" you question. he shakes his head. you only exhale, placing your sheet music on the table and your violin next to you. "well, if that is the case, then i'd be happy to keep you company, my lovely."

he widens his eyes as he looks to you. a faint blush paints his cheeks. "you... would?" you nod your head twice. he then smiles. "truthfully, i have no business being here right now. kyoya had called off our club meeting because of exams coming up and the twins failing some classes. and if they fail, they can't be in the club."

"is that so?" you say, making conversation, "well, i suppose you can spend your time with me."

"do you not have a lesson to get to?" tamaki asks, concerned as he glances to your sheet music, "i wouldn't want to keep you—"

"would you like to come to my practice, then?" you offer, smiling softly that it makes him hold his breath for a moment. you were so charming, in such a different way than he was. it was enticing. "i'm sure you wouldn't distract me. not on purpose, that is."

your little joke at the end makes him nervously laugh. "oh, i... i wouldn't want to bother."

"you're not bothering me, tamaki." you honestly say. he unconsciously leans towards you, eager to get closer. you stay where you are, smiling at his actions. "and it seems you just can't resist me."

he catches himself falling. he almost can't believe it, but he then fixes himself and his posture, standing up straight. "r—right, well, i... you...!"

you chuckle, standing up and taking his arm linked in yours, "alright, prince, let's go."

he gasps as you guide him to your practice room, so confident through the halls. he's scared someone will see him in such a flustered state and his cool prince facade will fade. but luckily enough, you navigate your way easily and shut the door behind you.

except, it doesn't take you to the music room. no, in fact, you and tamaki end up on one of the balconies that overlook the quieter side of school — opposite side from the host club.

"i practice here during our breaks and study sessions." you admit, placing a music stand and clipping your sheet music to it. unlatching you violin, you glance to tamaki. "away from all your fangirls, that is."

he raises a brow, catching himself finding his confidence again, "jealous, perhaps?"

"what do you think?" you say, tuning your instrument.

tamaki blinks, staring at the ground as he sits at the bench in front of you. he states, "there is no possible way you could've gotten the wrong room, you know."

you raise your brows, looking back at him. a slow smile creeps onto your lips. "your club passed me in the hallway before i saw you." you admit, waxing your bow, "i just wanted to make sure ouran's pride and joy was okay."

his heart swells at your words. he doesn't know why, but all of a sudden birds sings for you, flowers bloom in your presence the breeze smells sweeter.

"thank you..." he hums, smiling at you sweetly, "may i hear something?"

you lift your bow, nodding your head, "yes, your highness."

his heart explodes at the first note.

↣ ootori kyoya:

if there was one thing kyoya was good at, it was analysing people's strengths and weaknesses. the smart one, glasses-wearing, everything. he was it.

but one thing he couldn't understand was why you were so popular.

you were a part of the school student committee, and as a part of your duties, you hd to do monthly check-ups on clubs to see if they were still eligible to continue. while the host club never failed, you would still drop by without a doubt.

today was one of those days.

kyoya could tell you were near by the increase in whispers and gasps around the hallway. once heard, he excused himself and walked off to grab the folder that held the statistics for their monthly report.

as if on cue, you enter, herd of admirers behind you.

"ah, good evening, mx l/n." he says, offering a bow, "to what do i owe the pleasure?"

"it's good to see you too, ootori." you chime, bowing yourself, "is your report ready for this month? it is the 31st after all."

kyoya can almost hear the agonising tone in your voice, hidden by your politeness. but he doesn't waver, holding out the folder. "indeed. like always, we are right on time." he tells you.

you take it from him, opening it up and falting. kyoya raises a brow. "is something the matter, l/n?" he questions.

you look up at him with the faintest smile. "perhaps you're pulling my leg here, ootori. this appears to be last month's report." you chime, pinpointing his mistakes at its core.

he takes the folder from you and reviews the dates. you were correct, this was last month's report. he scans the room until he locks eyes with the twins, who shrug their shoulders innocently and walk off.

"i... apologise. it seems the twins have taken it into their own hands to file the report for this month." he sighs, fixing his glasses, "if you'll follow me, i will find it for you."

you agree, smiling as those you pass before you enter the side room with kyoya in front of you.

as the doors shut, you click your tongue, "oh kyoya, those two run circles around you, don't they?"

the host rolls his eyes, taking out the box of reports from the cabinet and setting them on the desk. he does miss how his name sounds on your lips. so soft.

"they are a pain, but we make do." he huffs, "must your enterage always follow you when you come see us?"

"oh it's not just when i come here." you state, hand on your hip, "it's everywhere."

you were so smug it made him scowl. he opens the box and notices that they are all out of order. he groans, "we have to look through every individual file, i'm afraid."

"luckily this is my last club for tonight." you sigh, taking out a couple folders, "i can help you organise these."

"but wouldn't your fanclub miss you too much, y/n?" kyoya speaks, doing the same thing and looking through them.

"you're one to talk." you chuckle.

"i truly don't understand how you manage to gather so many followers. you're merely treasurer." he complains, shrugging his shoulders, "do you like being followed around like that?"

you roll your eyes at his dramatic personality. you and kyoya had been friends for ages now, and it seems the popularity you acquire puts a strain on your relationship.

"i don't mind being followed, but i do like all of my friends." you state, flipping through pages, "i speak to all of them regularly."

"so they talk to you and you enjoy it?" he questions, raising a brow at you. the thought irked him. why did you speak to so many people? he could call bullshit. but you shrug your shoulders.

"everybody wants to be liked by the person they have a crush on." you say, knowing tone. every one of your "friends" have or have had a crush on you, which is why they speak to you in the first place. "it just so happens that i like making friends."

"that's preposterous." he huffs back, "i don't understand the severity. i don't feel the need to be liked by you."

"that's because i already like you, kyoya. we were friends since forever, after all." you state, putting one report into the correct folder as you glance at him working, "do you not feel the same?"

"frankly, it doesn't matter to me." kyoya says, ignoring how his chest felt at what you said. it was reassuring to know you still liked him.

"what, are you saying that you don't like me, kyoya?" you say, overdramatic voice on. you move closer to kyoya, tilting your head and jutting our your lip. he swallows his nerves "even after everything we've been through? i'm hurt."

"quiet." he grunts, pushing you away as you laugh. his face grows warmer. "just... find that report and get out of here. it's almost time for club activities to end."

you stare at him for a moment, watching red grow on his cheeks in frustration. your friend has always been this way, even though he acts more familiar with you in private, his embarrassed look never changes. you just see it more than anyone else. that's just how you were.

"okay, kyo." you chuckle, moving to the other side of the table and continuing your work.

kyoya sighs to himself, fixing his glasses and calming himself down. how could you be so... charming? and effortlessly so? is this why everyone fawned over you in a similar way to how they fawn over tamaki?

a few more minutes pass before you've found the file and managed to organise the rest of them. kyoya breathes in relief, putting the box away and silently cursing the twins out.

"thank you, kyoya." you hum out, tucking the folder under your arm, "i'll let you know what we come to."

he puts his hand on the door and before he opens it, he turns to you. "you're welcome. please do. it's the only time we ever... see you." he admits, seeing your raised brows.

your smile drops for a second before you sigh, patting his back, "i'll be sure to come and visit more often then. just for you."

when he opens the door, tamaki is trying to swoon your crowd to leave. he cheers and waves his hands, but to no avail. when they see you, they follow after.

"i apologise for extending my stay, suoh." you say, nodding at him as you stand in the exit, your crowd behind you, "i'll see you all soon."

with a wave of your hand, you leave, smiling at kyoya one last time. the twins turn to him immediately.

"so, how was your date with y/n?" they chime, leaning on his shoulders.

"it wasn't a date, you morons. you do realise how much trouble you caused." he says, a sly smile on his face, "seems like a punishment is in order."

the twins dash out of the room before he can say another word, the other members talking quietly amongst themselves about you.

but kyoya only looks down at his clipboard, once again counting the days til you come again for your monthly report.

#ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club x reader #ohshc #ohshc x reader #fujioka haruhi #fujioka haruhi x reader #suoh tamaki #suoh tamaki x reader #ootori kyoya #ootori kyoya x reader #anime #anime 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.

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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

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Ootori Kyoya - "Follow Through"

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In which after trying to find your assigned room at Ootori Kyoya's family beach house, you stumble upon said man's room and he teasingly offers you a risqué proposition. Or; In which a certain vice president of the Host Club is caught off guard by your seriousness in accepting his joking offer.(In this fic, you take the place of Haruhi.)

Warnings –> Mildly Suggestive!

                                                                                                   

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You took him in as he held himself above you; completely unfazed by the provocative position he's put the two of you in. His dark hair is still damp, and misty droplets of water occasionally fall onto the duvet and soak into the fabric. The gaze he held was serious but somehow you could tell he was only doing this to get a reaction from you.

To pay your debt with your body...

The proposition that Kyoya had offered had come out of left field for you, and yet you still found yourself considering it. Somehow...— somehow, you didn't mind settling your debt that way, especially if it was with him. You certainly found him attractive and this could be your opportunity to stake your claim on him.

In thought, you raise your arms to gently run your hands up his toned chest; snaking them around his neck after your hands find his shoulders. You humm, running your index and middle fingers down the length of his spine, pulling an involuntary shiver from the man above you. Kyoya squeezed his eyes shut at the pleasant feeling, still awaiting your reaction.

"...Alright. Do you want to do it now?"

You muttered quietly, tightening your hold on him as you absent-mindedly toy with the shorter locks of hair at his nape.

You could feel him freeze under your touch; whether in shock or confusion, you did not know. His dark eyes snap open and lock with your own; they're wide and filled with an inner turmoil completely unknown to you. All you offer him is your own gaze; eyes half-lidded as you peel back his complex layers with only a look. Kyoya looked as though he couldn't even speak; the witty remarks he could've offered seemingly vanished from his mind.

"I— What?"

The bespectacled boy choked out; unable to hide just how far he'd been taken aback.

His brows furrowed as he reopened his eyes; searching your face for any sign that you're just messing with him. Brownish-grey eyes crinkled at the corners as he tried to wrap his head around just how his little joke turned into something so potentially serious.

"You'll have to take it slow with me, okay? I'm not very experienced in things like this."

You purr at him, looking up with hooded eyes that coax him to relax and fall into you.

Kyoya is still; unmoving as he stares into your eyes, unable to look away. In some sense, he's in awe of you. How you can be so bold and direct in what you want amazes him to the point that he finds it annoying. Annoying but oh-so-attractive. Your chuckling brings him from his headspace; reality fades back into view.

His naked back is against the damp duvet and your soft hand is resting on his stomach. You're standing now; looking down on him with a sort of amused softness. After a few soft pats from your hand, you turn and make your way to his bedroom door.

"You shouldn't make suggestions that you can't follow through on, my dear."

Those are the words that you left him with.

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[sunshowerwriting]

kyoya confiding in you.

he never thought he could really and truly trust someone but then you came around and wormed your way into his heart. he trusts you more than anyone else. you didnt realize how much kyoya trusted you until the first time he confided in you.

maybe it wasn’t actually something that big. but one time, when it was just you and kyoya sitting alone he told you something personal. something that was bothering him. something you knew he wouldn’t tell anyone else willingly. thats when you realized just how much he trusted you.

kyoya probably didnt even realize it fully yet, he didnt know how much he actually cared for you. it was just something he wanted to say and he felt comfortable enough around you to say it. if you made a big deal about it he’d deny that it meant anything, but thats the only way hed even realize how he feels about you. if you didn’t mention it though it would take much much longer for him to come to terms with his feelings.

he trusted you enough to confide in you though. even if he didn’t realize it, you did and that was something special.

#🌦 writes #x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori #ohshc kyoya #kyoya x reader #kyoya ootori x reader #ohshc x reader

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Lavender Roses ~ (Kyoya Ootori x Reader)

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

-> word count: 14.5k

-> summary: Kyoya’s breath stills at his beating heart rate, partly from the adrenaline, and partly from how close you are to him. His chest heaves as he waits for your reply, and it’s almost too pitiful for him to admit what he wants you to say. 

legend:

(y/i) ~ your idea

see masterlist!: masterlist

Attack of the Lady Manager!

The classroom is a blur, lavender jackets and daisy-colored dresses painting your vision, completely blocking your view of the teacher. Even so, she still tries to shout among her students.

“Make sure to choose a good partner! Your projects will be heavily influential on this year’s final exam. You will have to know the material!”

Chalk crackles along the chalkboard as your teacher finalizes the due date, printing it in white power so it’s there for all to see. Students are already heeding her warning as they swim around desks, waving to their friends and calling dibs from across the classroom.

(H/c) hair swirls as you take your attention from the teacher to follow a massive portion of your classmates run to the desk next to you. Your eyes fall on Kyoya, who still writes in his notebook, paying no mind to the out-of-breath students who sit expectantly at his side.

Your eyebrows raise at their quickness to connect the dots. Kyoya was the top of your class, no matter how hard you tried to surpass him. That meant that his project would get the highest grade, regardless of who paired up with him. Biting the inside of your cheek, you also watched guests you recognized from club hours looking at him with a sense of longing, wishing to get the most time with him as possible. 

“Kyoya-san?” 

The air around you seems to freeze as a girl steps out from the crowd. Her black hair bounces as she makes her way to the front, her green eyes sparkling with hope as she tries to get his attention. 

She was beautiful, truly. You hadn’t spoken to her personally, but she was definitely a regular guest of Kyoya’s. You even saw her make him laugh a few times, which was a feat in itself. 

There was something about the way she looked at your best friend that made you hold your breath. Out of nowhere, you started focusing in on everything about her. How she stood, how close she stood to the desk, what color she painted her nails, how tightly she was gripping her notebooks. 

Why was she gripping them so tightly? Was it because she was nervous? Why was she nervous? What, did she like him or something-

You turned your head back to the front of the classroom. ‘Take a breath, (Y/n)’. 

Jealousy wasn’t really your forté. You had only experienced it once before, when the boy you kissed in middle school suddenly started dating another girl the next day. Back then, you didn’t like how it felt, so your solution was to stop feeling it. Simple as that.

Not so simple, anymore. 

As girls surround Kyoya, it gets harder and harder to talk yourself out of the fact that you have a crush on him. But there was no rational reason why you wanted to insert yourself in their conversations when they talk to him, or make up an excuse just to get him away from them when they reach out to touch him. 

You knew that was absurd and you would never do it, obviously. 

But a girl could dream. 

“Kyoya?” The girl draws your eye once more as she attempts to get his attention again. 

The glasses character flicks his eyes to the girl, to her relief. “Ah, Miss Aina. What can I do for you?” Kyoya says, a host smile stretching his features. 

“I was just wondering if…” she pauses, looking down, a blush rushing to her cheeks. The other students behind her lean in anticipation, silently cursing themselves for not having more confidence. 

Aina finally inhales sharply, gathering her courage the best way she knows how. “If you would like to be partners? With me?” 

The words come out so fast and forced, you’re surprised they're not threaded together as they fall out of her mouth. 

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you observe Kyoya’s reaction. Somehow you were keeping a nonchalant exterior as your head rests in your hand, supporting you throughout your internal turmoil. 

His host smile stays in its place as you watch Kyoya’s head tilt to the side slightly.

“I am very honored, Miss Aina, but unfortunately I already have a partner.”

Your’s and Aina’s facial expressions match in confusion and slight heartbreak at his words, feeling as your heart slides from your throat to the pit of your stomach. You check your watch to make sure you didn’t freeze in time somehow. How in the world did he have a partner already? The teacher assigned the project literally just minutes ago. 

Kyoya’s head falls to the front of the classroom again, his gray eyes cast downwards as he leans back into his chair, one hand coming up to push on the frame of his glasses.

“That is,” He stops to tilt his head up and to his left, gray meeting (e/c) as he looks at you. “If she accepts my offer?” 

The students behind him all look towards you, some with malice and others with exasperation. You even see some teenagers in the far back exchange knowing glances, as if they knew you were his choice the whole time. Aina seems to be a mixture of all three. 

You lift your head from your palm, your eyes widening slightly at the realization that out of all those people, he chose you. 

Scratching at the back of your neck, you give him a small nod. “Yeah, yeah, of course! That sounds great.” Realizing how shy you’re acting, you quickly check your act. “Maybe this time, you’ll get a decent grade.”

The Ootori son rolls his eyes as the crowd dissipates, dividing up among themselves while accepting their second choice. “I’m already regretting my decision.” 

You laugh as you stand to gather your books, taking note of the playful smile on his lips. Kyoya picks up his bag and moves to stop at the door of the classroom, waiting for you to join him.

“You trying to get some extra time with me, Ootori?” You ask him as you two begin your journey through the halls of your beloved academy, a teasing tone lacing your voice.

The megane scoffs. “Please. I spend enough time with you as it is.” He smirks at your overly dramatic, offended gasp as he sighs, looking forward through his lenses. 

“You were just the prime candidate. As an honor student, you have the intelligence and the dedication to keep up with me on the academic side of things, while also having a creative talent that I admittedly lack.” He glances at you to see a confused look on your face.

“Creative?”

He nods, keeping pace with you as you both make your way up a grand staircase. “Those inventions on your desk are quite intricate. It takes an out-of-the-box, patient person to problem solve their way through the inevitable obstacles that those things entail.”

“Oh I see,” You say, and Kyoya knows your setting up for another joke. “So, you’re just using me for my brain? How materialistic.”

As you push open the doors to Music Room 3, you hold it open for Kyoya. A smirk flashes across his face as he enters, and he replies. “Yes, precisely.”

You open your mouth to retort, but only a yelp comes out when you are interrupted by the twins hooking one arm under each of your shoulders. 

“(Y/n)! You need to get ready…” Kaoru says as you are whisked away towards the changing room. 

“Guests are going to be coming through this door any minute!” Hikaru follows, and with a final shove, you're pushed through the curtain. 

“Okay, okay!” You say as you dust yourself off, trying to regain your balance. Glancing to the temporary closet residing inside the curtains, your eyes meet a beauty of a kimono. Sophisticated designs are sewn through the (f/c) fabric as a plush belt compliments the entire ensemble. You gasp as you reach for the billowing sleeves, intertwining your fingers with the soft fabric. You had worn plenty of expensive costumes during your hosting days, but this was something special. 

“Wow, where did you guys get something like this?” 

The twins smirk at your amazement, forgetting how irritating you could be. “Our mother made them.” Hikaru answered you first.

“They’re really impressive, aren’t they?” Kaoru says, remembering how proud their mom was when she presented the collection to her sons.

“Absolutely. Give my compliments to your mother.” You praise as you cross the small area, preparing to shut the curtain. “It’s a wonder how she gets anything done with you two as her sons.” With a thwip!, fabric shuts them out of your space, and both brothers are reminded of how much you annoy them. 

:::

Kneeling at a kotatsu, your guests watch you as you practically glow. Dressed in traditional Japanese light, your hair perfectly frames your face as matching earrings dangle from your ears. Your smile entrances them as you talk of your mother’s business, not taking a single hint that it might be forced. 

The light dims, however, when they notice a tear collecting in the corner of your lashes.

“(Y/n)! Why are you crying?” One of your boys ask, reaching over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Huh?” Pretending to be surprised, you raise a delicate finger to your cheek, swiping the tear away in one foul swoop. You giggle a little bit, flicking a single tear away. 

“Oh gosh, I didn’t know I was crying.” You smile and tilt your head towards your guests, a sweet expression molding into your visage as you urge more droplets to come forward . “I was just overwhelmed with admiration for my mother.” 

Your guests’ faces crinkle into enamored looks as they fawn over how cute you are. You thank them and excuse yourself, walking over to the divider near Kyoya’s table to grab a tissue from a small station set up there. 

“Are you alright?” 

Speaking of the devil, you spin towards the ravenet, who was dressed in a dark brown kimono, with accents of a deep, earthy orange peeking out through the collar. The color brought out the tones in his eyes, and his attractiveness made you forget all about the wetness on your cheeks. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” You lazily gesture towards your guests as you lean against the table. “Just a method I’m trying out.”

“Well, be careful.” Pale fingers grasp your chin, and you’re forced to meet the gaze of your friend, who is suddenly very close to you. A fluttery feeling blooms in your chest as another hand raises to your eye, gently wiping the tear from your cheek. Kyoya’s eyes flicker over your face as he leans in slightly, but close enough that you feel his breath fan over you. 

“You’re going to ruin your make-up.”

The tension in the air cracks as your blush immediately disappears, your star-struck look being replaced with the most deadpan expression you could muster. You lightly shove him out of your space, your eyes rolling at the smirk that rests on his face. 

“Get away from me, Ootori.” 

His chest vibrates with a chuckle, “Flustered, are we?” 

You point a finger into his chest. “Not at all, you’re just a perv. Save the charm for the girls that actually want it.” 

“The blush on your face says otherwise.” You resent the smug aura that surrounds him, and become even more annoyed when you can’t come up with a decent comeback. 

Thankfully, Haruhi walks past you, relieving you of the pressure to reply as Kyoya’s attention is drawn somewhere else. 

“Haruhi.” He calls, and she stops. A small laugh escapes you as an exasperated look has already taken over her features from just being around the host club. 

Ootori searches through his scroll, as he had to replace his trusty black notebook due to Tamaki’s whining that it didn’t match the theme. And Kyoya was nothing without his intense attention to detail. 

“You’ve booked another appointment. Keep up the good work.” He says before looking back up at the brunette. “I’m not going to charge you interest on your debt like I normally would, so keep this up and you should be able to pay it off.” Another host's smile appeared as he motioned to Haruhi’s costume.

“Although the rental fee on that kimono is nothing to sneeze at.” 

Haruhi sweat-drops as she mumbles next to you. “He’s like a heartless tax collector.” 

Once again, Haruhi coins another creative name for your spectacled friend. “I’m going to have to save that one for later.” 

And before you can say anything else, your friendly banter is interrupted as two girls make their way up to Kyoya, and he greets them as politely as he can.

“Hey, Kyoya!” One of them says, her pig-tails bouncing as she makes her way over to your group.

“I can’t get over how great you look in that kimono!” Her friend says, mindlessly playing with the red ribbon tied into her uniform. 

They both gently, but hurriedly, push past you and Haruhi in order to get closer to Kyoya. A feeling similar to the one in the classroom bubbles into your gut as he presents the girls with a smile, but you keep it to a simmer. You reason that of course he is going to look at them like that. It’s his job. 

“Are you planning to release any more picture books for the host club?” One of them asks, and you take your bottom lip in between your teeth, remembering your phone conversation a couple nights before. 

Kyoya keeps his demeanor calm and welcoming. “Unfortunately, we don’t have anything planned at the present, ladies.”

Orange hair rises from the divider behind the Ootori son, nearly making you jump out of your sandals.

“How did they even get over here?” You say, astonished as you look at the distance between their table and yours.

Easily ignoring you, the twins release their questions onto Kyoya as the black-haired manager turns towards them.

“But doesn’t the club make a lot of money?” Hikaru starts before his brother speaks.

“From the sale of promotional items?” Kaoru finishes.

Kyoya sighs, forgetting that no one in this club thinks past what they’ll have for dinner tonight.

“While that is true, those items were poor quality. Those picture books were full of nothing but amateur hidden camera shots.”

An offended noise leaves your mouth as a jeweled hand flies to your chest. “I am an excellent photographer.”

“Oh?” Kyoya throws you a glance over his shoulder as he raises a handful of photos fanned out in his palm. “Then why are these blurry and filled with sun flares?”

You pick one from his grasp, careful to keep your fingertips on the edges. Studying them, you find that Kyoya was right, unsurprisingly. The photos are blurred, and sparkly, rainbow-colored dots litter the picture as the sun enters your camera lens. Your confident posture deflates as you stare at your sloppy craftsmanship. 

“Well,” You say, trying to cover up your mistakes under the guise of art. “I’m sorry if I wanted to create an original piece of art, you perfectionist.”

Kyoya hums as you puff your cheeks out while handing the photo back to him. “Uh huh.” Unconvinced, he turns back to the twins.

“If we want to create some higher quality money-making products, I’m afraid we would have to pull money from the school’s budget.” The club’s director whips out a calculator, adjusting his glasses as he types numbers from his exceptional memory. 

The Hitachiian brothers sweat-drop as they realize they’ve poked the bear, taking refuge behind the divider they emerged from just minutes ago.

Haruhi watches in amazement as Kyoya thinks out loud, talking himself through the calculations. “If it wasn’t for Kyoya, this club would spiral into the depths of bankruptcy.” 

“Mhmm, it’s always been that way.” You say, a small feeling of pride welling up into your chest as you look at your best friend. He pauses as he feels your gaze on him, turning once again to meet your gaze. You smile, and Haruhi watches as a gentle look overtakes Kyoya's eyes, more delicate than she’s ever seen him look at anyone before. 

“What was that?” Haruhi grabs your arms slightly, pulling you away from the megane.

Your eyebrows knit together, oblivious to the tension created between Kyoya and you.

“What do you mean?” 

Haruhi rolls her eyes and looks behind her to make sure that Kyoya can’t hear the two of you.

“That look he just gave you. I’ve never really seen Kyoya-senpai look at anyone like that before.”

“What?” You laugh slightly and turn your head, waving her off as a blush appears on your face.. 

Haruhi studies your reaction, and ever so blunt, makes you confront your feelings head on. “(Y/n), do you have a crush on Kyoya-senpai?”

After a sharp intake of breath, your hands wave in front of you and you laugh through your words, your blush deeping. “No! No, no, no. Of course not.”

The brunette’s eyebrows raise at your poor attempt to hide the truth. “You don’t have to lie, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. Just be honest with me.”

Your forced façade cracks slightly, and your shoulders release their strain. A defeated sigh leaves you as your vision turns to scan the room, unwilling to look at your friend who sees so clearly through you.

Putting your hands down, you wrap them around your torso. “I don’t really know how I feel about him.” You give her a tentative side-eye. “It’s all just kind of…chaotic, right now.” 

The honor student nods. “I get that.” She gives you a small smile. “Just know you can talk to me about it if you want too.” 

Your body relaxes then, thankful for how casual Haruhi is about all of this.

“Thank you, Haruhi, that means a lot.” A close-lipped smile graces your lips, and you wonder how you were able to have made such a close friend in such a short amount of time.

“(N/n)-chan! Haru-chan!” A sharp cry draws your attention towards a small, lovable lolita boy. Honey stands in the center of the room, his feet bare as a sandal hangs at his side. 

You and Haruhi make your way towards him, some sort of motherly instinct taking over. Haruhi stands in front of him as you kneel down, a concerned look on your face at Honey rubs the tears from his eyes. 

“What happened, Honey-senpai?” You softly question.

“I don’t know how, but I lost one of my sandals!” More droplets cascade down his cheeks as he cries, and you frown empathetically. 

“But you were just wearing them, weren’t you?” Haruhi asks, looking around Music Room #3 to see if there was a lonely sandal anywhere. 

“Mitsukuni.” A deep voice sounds from behind you, and you stand to see Mori waiting for you to move out of his way. You step to the side, and Mori takes your place, kneeling at Honey’s feet and revealing the missing sandal in question. He slides it onto the smaller one’s foot as the blonde lolita gasps.

“Takashi?” Honey asks quietly, tears threatening to fall.

“I noticed that you dropped it.” The intense look on Mori’s face stays, but his tone is softer than earlier.

Another waterfall erupts from Honey’s eyes as he throws himself into Mori’s arms. “Takashi!”

The guests that have gathered around you awe and coo at the beloved sight. Even you struggle to restrain your touched expression. 

“How sweet!”

“Isn’t it though?” 

Haruhi watches the scene with confusion. She looks behind her at Tamaki, who is sweeping the girl in his arms off her feet with wet eyes as well. 

“Looks like tears are popular with the students today.” She says to you, and you nod. “But how are you able to cry so easily?”

Your friend turns, only to run straight into Hikaru as the twins make their way toward her. He trips slightly on impact, and you and Kaoru reach out to grab him. As he falls, a small teal bottle flies out of his sleeve and onto the tiled floor. Haruhi reaches down to pick it up while you and his brother work to place Hikaru back on his feet.

The brunette twists the bottle in her fingers, reading the label. She deadpans. “What is this?”

Hikaru looks back after regaining his balance, seeing what she has in her hands and scoffs. “For your information, it’s common for a host to use eye drops.” 

Kaoru ends up by his brother’s side once more. “No woman alive could resist a man on the verge of tears.”

“Or lady.” You point out. 

Haruhi gives you three an annoyed stare. “But that’s cheating.” 

You laugh and nudge her. “Oh come on, Haruhi, it’s not the worst thing they’ve done.”

The twins snicker as they trap you two between themselves, Hikaru on Haruhi’s right while Kaoru joins your left. 

“Here Haruhi, this is for you.” Hikaru offers a small, pink sweet. It’s wrapped in a plastic container, with a pearl topping the treat.

“For me?” Haruhi asks, and you look over to see an awed look on her face.

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” The twins gush at her with a pleased smile. 

Kaoru holds one out in front of you. “And this is for you, (Y/n).” You take it from him and admire the designs on the miniature delight. 

“How do I know this isn’t poisoned?” You say to him, inspecting the cake through the plastic before peeking back at them. You laugh at their deadpan expressions and shake your head. “I’m kidding. Thank you, guys, this is really nice.”

Their faces change as they simper back at you. You were like a big sister to them. Annoying, irritating, and cruel, sure. But sometimes you had your moments. And they loved you all the same. 

Some of Haruhi’s guests surround her as she grips the sweets in her hand. “Oh wow, Haruhi, I didn’t know you liked sweets!” 

The honor student looked up and a polite smile painted her features. “Oh, no, I don’t really. But you know, it might be a nice memorial offering for my mother.”

The guests around her positively glowed, another “awe” resounding around the room.

The one glowing the brightest, however, was your dearest Tamaki. The prince rushes towards the natural host, sparkling with adoration for his Haruhi.

“How admirable of you! Such devotion to your mother’s memory!” Tamaki gushes to his disciple, teary-eyed as he suddenly fills her arms with duplicates of the little sweet. “Please, take as many of these as you’d like.”

While you would expect Haruhi to be annoyed, she just looks at the blonde with a blank expression.

“Let me guess,” she starts, making Tamaki pause his movements. “The tears are fake.”

Ever the dramatic, Tamaki gasps. “How dare you?!” 

There’s a gust of air that follows him as he spins around, not believing Haruhi’s audacity.

“My tears are always genuine, Haruhi. Being able to cry without the use of eye drops is the mark of a true host.” He sends a pointing glare at the twins before falling into Haruhi’s space again. “Tell me, do I impress you? Have you fallen for me yet?”

You giggle behind your hand when Haruhi rolls her eyes. “You wish.”

A shuffling sound is heard that makes the entire host club turn their head to the doorway. Peering her head from behind the edge of the arch, a brown haired girl spies on your club, trying to decide if she’s allowed in or not. 

Almost as if it’s second nature, you all immediately enter into host mode. You and the twins get there first, a rose in each one of your hands. You offer a soft yellow rose, the color of freshness and joy.  

The twins speak first. “Come in, what are you waiting for?” Hikaru says, pushing a blue rose towards the girl.

“Watching from afar is no fun.” Kaoru encourages, holding out his orange rose.

“No need to be scared, you can trust us.” You say, charm practically pouring out of you. 

“Please, Miss…” The three of you say in sync, striking an alluring pose.

The girl still seems hesitant, and you think you catch her back away slightly at your advances, and that was your cue to back off. 

“Hey guys, maybe we should-”

“Stop that! How many times do I have to tell you to be more courteous to our first time guests!” Tamaki pops up in front of you three, mostly yelling at the twins, and gets closer to your mystery guest. 

Knowing that this girl is not going to take too kindly to Tamaki’s advances, you retreat back to the group, stopping at Kyoya’s side. 

“This is going to be interesting.” You say, sighing as you fidget with the stem of your flower.

“Please, you don’t have to be afraid, my princess.” The prince says, reaching out an open palm, working his normal technique to its bones. “I welcome you to the Ouran Host Club!” The mystery brunette speaks, but it’s barely detectable.

Tamaki steps closer to get a better listen, bringing a finger under her chin so that he can meet her gaze. “Yes…?”

“Don’t touch me!” And suddenly, her hand is on his face as she pushed him away harshly. “You’re phony!”

Tamaki pales as he stumbles backwards, a hand covering his face from the slap.You hear gasps from the hosts around you, completely taken aback by this stranger’s behavior.

“W-what do you mean? I’m phony?” Your friend's voice wobbles as you stand him back up, but you still hold your arms out, afraid he might fall again. 

“Just what I said! You’re phony!” The student’s courage seems to rise as she steps forward, an accusing finger pointing directly at the tall blonde. “I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character for this host club!”

The rest of the hosts gasp, completely bewildered by the sudden change in tone. You missed the timid girl from earlier. 

“You shouldn’t go spreading your love around so easily like that, you stupid, dim-witted narcisist! You’re incompetent! You’re a commoner! You’re disgusting!”

With each insult, Tamaki’s ego deteriorates, until all that’s left is a hollow shell of what he used to be. His body goes limp as he falls backwards, somehow slowing down his own frame rate. 

“He’s created a new technique!” Hikaru says, gasping at his boss.

“One-man slow motion!” Kaoru names it, equally as surprised. 

Meanwhile, your eyes narrow slightly at this girl. The arrogance this girl must carry to verbally berate someone she has never even met, let alone one of your best friends. Your jaw ticks, and you begin to step forward.

“Hey, lady, I-”

Kyoya’s hand stops you from speaking, a warning glare being thrown towards you from behind his glasses. You stop moving and look at him confused. You were ready to give that girl a piece of your mind. 

If only you knew how much worse it would get. 

As Tamaki finally makes it to the floor, the girl now has a full view of the hosts in front of her. Kyoya stands in the center, and you see a look of recognition cross his irises. 

“I don’t suppose you are…” The megane starts, but is interrupted by a shrill squeal coming from the yellow-clad girl.

“It’s you! Kyoya!” She runs to the man standing beside you, and you are jostled out of the way as she jumps and hugs him. 

When he doesn’t automatically shove her off, you choke on your own spit.

:::

Your guests have left, therefore leaving you no distraction to avoid the two new pains in your life. 

Firstly, a sharp sting settles in your heart as you sit on one of the couches in the club room. You bite the inside of your lip as you watch the others talk, trying to keep a calm composure even as their voices sound distant and unimportant.

Fiancé.

The sting turns into a slow burn, spreading over you as that word fills your mind, making it hard for you to breathe. 

Kyoya has a fiancé. 

In the back of your mind, you suspected he could never be yours. But you had always held out hope. Now, those hopes had been crushed in a matter of seconds, and you found yourself incomplete without them. 

Your second source of discomfort sat herself next to the Ootori son, having become a rather large pain in your side. 

“You’re fiancé?” Hikaru states as he and his brother sit across from Kyoya and his friend. Honey, Mori and Haruhi all stand behind the couch where the new couple sits, wanting to be as close to the action as possible. 

“Kyoya-senpai?” Kaoru asks, looking between the new couple. 

“Of course! My name is Renge Houshakuji, and I’m transferring into Ouran Academy’s first year class starting tomorrow!”

Now she’s transferring schools for him? Another stone thuds into the pit of your stomach, and your jealousy expands exponentially. 

At least you know her name now, so you can curse her under your breath. 

The hosts give you a fleeting glance as you shift in your seat before resting on Tamaki, who crouches in a corner.

“Why is Tamaki sulking?” Hikaru asks, observing the depressed look in his boss’ eyes.

“Because Mommy was keeping a secret from Daddy.” You say, a bit of sad sarcasm seeping into your voice.

“Whatever,” Kyoya says, releasing a deep sigh. ‘Why does everyone insist on referring to us like we’re husband and wife?” 

“Ours is a story of love at first sight!” Completely unprompted, Renge takes it upon herself to tell their love story as she clasps her hands together.

A dreamy look passes over her eyes as her gaze softens. “I couldn't resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one else was looking.” Your eyebrows raised at that. “And how sweet it was when you reached out to that poor little injured kitten.”

Now that got your attention. You only knew of Kyoya’s secret love for cats because he drunk dialed you one night after a dinner party with his parents. It was a calm night, as his parents only let him have a glass or two, but his walls were just cracked enough for him to go outside of his modest demeanor and gush about a cat he saw on his way home from school for about 30 minutes. 

The next morning, Kyoya had made it his mission to make sure you would tell no one about that night, so you assume it was a secret he kept very close to his heart. 

So how did she know?

Come to think of it, if Kyoya was engaged, you would assume he would have at least told you about it first. Or anyone, for that matter. Yes, he was a secretive guy, but something like this was so big, that if Kyoya didn’t tell you, the news would’ve gotten to it sooner or later. 

Hope flushed back into your system as a thought crossed your mind.

“Um,” you say, testing your theory, “could you have the wrong person?” 

Renge turns at the sound of your voice, anger and disbelief lacing through her tone. “No way! I can recognize my love anywhere!”

You deflate back into your chair. ‘Well, there goes that, then-’

“He’s a gentleman who’s kind to everyone but doesn’t ask for anything in return!” The newest pain in your side interrupts your thoughts, and if you had a drink, you would’ve done an amazing spit-take. 

“He likes solitude but in fact sometimes he can get lonely!” The twins bring your thoughts to life as they run rampant around the music room, shouting ‘What the hell is she talking about!’ and ‘Stop her!”

Renge pauses her drooling over the megane and twirls around to face him. “He looks just like the star of the popular dating sim Uki Doki Memorial!” She points at Kyoya as the whole room falls silent.

“You’re my real life Ichijo Miyabi!” 

Haruhi has a thoughtful look on her face. “Uki?”

Honey chimes in. “Doki?”

Connecting the dots, you spring from your chair. “Otaku!”

The twins start in horror. “Otaku?!”

Mori and Kyoya stay silent as the rest of the host club look at Renge as if she wasn’t from this planet. “I’ve never seen one before.” Tamaki states.

“Hmm.” You all turn to see Kyoya still sitting in his chair. His legs are crossed as well as his arms, and a hand rests against his chin. “I get it now.”

The hosts stop their chaos in order to delve their attention into Kyoya’s conclusion, ready for some answers. A crowd forms around him, some hosts taking a spot behind the couch, while you choose to sit on Kyoya’s left.  

“You’re in love with the character.” His eyes are closed, deep in thought. “You’re projecting that love onto me, and somehow deluded yourself into thinking that we’re engaged.” He sighs and touches his frames. “I assume this Miyabi character wears glasses as well.”

Still lost in her own world, a blush forms on Renge’s face as she twirls around in the background, hopelessly shouting her romantic manifestations into oblivion. 

You take a stuttering breath, hoping you were right this time. “So,” You draw his attention as he looks at you. “She made it up, right? You’re not really her fiancé?”

Kyoya hums before speaking towards all the hosts. “Well, no, I don’t remember ever asking for her hand in marriage.” He crosses his arms. “Besides, this is the first time I’ve ever met the woman.”

As grateful as you were, your face still falls into your hands at your friend's total ignorance. For someone as incredibly intelligent as Kyoya, he somehow still managed to be a dunce.

“You could’ve said so sooner.” You whine into your palms as the host club releases a collective exhale, just as relieved as you were. 

Renge breaks from her cycle of adoration to shlump into the seat next to Kyoya’s right, sitting close enough to touch knees with him. 

Knowing that these advances weren’t reciprocated by the ravenet, and remembering the way she treated one of your best friends, your quiet jealousy mutates into something protective and distasteful. The feeling overtakes you, and you deal with it the only way you know how. 

Your aura changes slightly. Instead of being distant, you take a posture of disinterest. A manufactured sense of boredom and annoyance leaks into the atmosphere, smartass retorts locked and loaded behind your lips.

“According to my research,” Renge starts, leaning towards Kyoya slightly, “I understand that you’re in charge of managing this club, is that true?” 

“That’s right!” Honey-senpai replies from behind you. “Kyo-chan is our director!”

Renge’s pupils become more heart-shaped, somehow, as she gasps and clasps her hands together. “You’re the club’s director? That’s perfect!” A distant look takes over her brown eyes. “I’ve always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise a business!”

Kyoya raises his eyebrows at your scoff as you lean forward slightly, getting a better view of the otaku.

“We don’t advertise, Renge, we’re just a host club.” You say, very matter-of-fact.

Her head tilts before she is up again, her skirt whirling around her as she spins. “Then I’ve made up my mind! From now on, I’m gonna be the manager of this host club!”

Blanching, you confront her. Your voice doesn’t raise, but you're still very stern. “Actually, I’m the manager of this host club.”

Renge stops her twirling to look at you, as if she is seeing you for the first time. Her gaze scans up and down your body, and you swallow at the tense silence she’s created.

“You?” She asks, an annoyingly innocent appearance sculpting her features. 

You nod awkwardly, wringing your hands together. “Yeah, me.”

She hums, and the girl clasps her fingers behind her back. “And who, exactly, are you?”

You didn’t quite like her tone. “I’m (Y/n).”

“Mhmm. (Y/n), what exactly do you do here?”

Another scoff emits from your lips. “Firstly, it’s (Y/n)-senpai.” Renge’s eyes widen before narrowing slightly. The hosts hold their breath. “Secondly, I do a lot of things here. I host, grocery shop, manage the finances, plan and decorate the events, basically anything that you can imagine the host club needing.”

“It sounds like you have a lot on your plate, don’t you?” She says, and your teeth catch the inside of your lip. You might’ve just given her the ammo for her to shoot you down. 

You try to back track. “I mean, it’s not like that, I-” 

A smug smile expands to the corners of her lips. “It’s a win-win situation then. Since I’m the new manager, you don’t have to do as much work! You can just go back to entertaining boys and being the club’s dog.” 

The peanut gallery bites their nails, shivering at the icey aura that surrounds you as your nostrils flare. 

“Um, listen, Kyoya-” Tamaki warns, but the megane is already up, a hand on your shoulder to melt the sharp words you were going to unleash onto this girl.

“Miss Houshakuji is a very important client of the Ootori family,” he says, his sense of caution causing you to look up at him. He watches as the emotions swirl through your ticking jawline and tense shoulders. He’s never really seen you like this before. 

“Please be polite and try not to offend her, alright?” You meet his gaze with a pleading one. You want him to stand up for you, but when you look at him, he’s a brick wall. 

You shake your head and turn, grabbing your things. “If you want to work with her over me, be my guest.” 

You don’t give Kyoya the chance to reply as the host club watches you swiftly walk out the door. 

“Well boys,” Renge stands victorious in front of your friends with a closed-eyed smile  “I can’t wait to work with you!”

:::

Silence wasn’t a stranger to you and Kyoya. When you two would work together, it was a blanket, covering your hunched figures as you typed or read. It was comforting and calm, and Kyoya liked it that way. 

Plus, many people seemed to think that because Kyoya was so reserved around people he wasn’t familiar with, the more you got to know him, the more he opened up. But it was actually the complete opposite. 

What people didn’t understand was what they perceived to be as ‘reserved’ was actually Kyoya trying to be social. It was in his nature, as a future business mogul, to carry the conversation with people he didn’t trust, making sure to get information out of them before they could ask anything about him. 

When you become his friend, however, he doesn’t feel the need to force small talk. He’s comfortable just being around you.

He likes the silence because it was something he shared with only the people he cared about. 

So why did this feel so different?

For your group project, Kyoya had suggested working in your room, given the fact that your parents were out of town once again. 

Usually, you two would work on the project until you reached the studying goals for that night. Then you would branch off into discussing the club and your personal lives as you prepared a snack in your kitchen. Because of the quick work you would usually make of your homework, you would usually suggest a game or a movie to finish off the night before Kyoya had to go, and that was that. 

He found himself missing the simplicity as he glanced at you from his left to where you sat. 

The usually comforting silence now felt sluggish, the blanket thawing into a tar trap for time. The hours struggle to pass against the tension it creates, seconds stretching slowly into minutes. 

Kyoya types under the strain, and while his face remains unchanged, his mind races to find the reason why things were so different now. 

He steals another look at your figure as you let out a small sigh. You’re hunched over a circuit board, fingers expertly keeping wires from becoming tangled as you click and weld together metal and plastic. Through his own safety goggles, he sees you lift your mask from your face and off of your head, your hair falling messily, but still perfectly, over your eyes. Fixing it, you inspect your handiwork before setting it down to cross-reference it with the blueprint you have in front of you. 

Your project was for your business class. Because almost everyone in your school was set to inherit their parent’s companies, it was in Ouran’s best interest to change up their curriculum from the classic class schedule. So along with your foundations to marketing, you were also taking a finance course next to your basic general education. 

The professor had assigned you to create a sellable product, something that you thought could be valued in your society. Something that you thought could make money off of. You and a partner had to create a proposal and a marketing plan to go with a prototype for your creation. 

Kyoya and you had gone back and forth on what your invention should be, but eventually decided on (y/i). It combined your knowledge of technology with Kyoya’s expertise in the medical field, and although it was controversial, you both were confident that it would be able to sway the majority of the public in your favor. 

You waved your finger over your computer mouse with one hand to wake it from its slumber, a 3D printing design loading onto the bright screen. While you were usually diligent with your work, the air around wasn’t the same as Kyoya watched the apprehensiveness wrap itself around your joints and the way you sat, your knees and toes turned away from him in an unconscious attempt to close yourself off. 

He clears his throat, hoping it sounds through the viscous atmosphere. 

“I think that as long as we stay within our budget, these graphs should prove our estimated profit within the next 6 months.” He swivels his computer on your desk to give you a better view of his work, but you barely give it a passing glance. 

Both hands at work, you pause your movements shortly to scan the organized charts on his laptop before going back to adjusting the measurements of your design. “Good.”

His eyebrows raised for a second before he knits them together, hating the way your frigid tone makes him feel. 

“These charts highlight the compatibility that this product will have with the already thriving market, so it should be clear that we deserve high marks on our project.” He explains, trying to get you to talk to him. 

“That sounds great, Kyoya.” He swallows at that. You didn’t know, but he noticed that you tended to call him ‘Kyo’ whenever you two were alone. The way you said his name now was nowhere near as warm as the familiar nickname. 

Falling into a usual pattern, pride overtook the sad feeling he felt when you dismissed him. He reasoned that he was the one who should be mad, considering how you acted today with a very important client to his family. You were acting like a child, acting out and then giving people the cold-shoulder when they don’t do what you want. 

How pathetically immature. 

“Okay,” you say, filing this project above all the rest on your desk before closing your laptop. “I did all the things on your little checklist.” You begrudgingly reach up to check the last box on your side of the dry-erase board Kyoya had propped up between the two of you. You stand, dusting off your school uniform, “I’ll get one of the maids to pull your car around.” 

As you began to make your way to your bedroom door, there was a rush of frustration boiling in Kyoya’s stomach. First, you barely talk to him all night. Then, you’re hurriedly trying to push him out the door before even trying to confront the problem at hand. What was with you today?

He stood quickly as you passed the back of his chair, Kyoya’s hand reaching to wrap around your wrist and stop you from walking out the door. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, his deep voice sharper than usual. 

You turn back at him to look at your hand in his, and you ignore the butterflies fluttering in your body. 

“The goals were met for tonight, and I’m tired. Why would you stay any longer than you need to?” You ask, wrenching your wrist from his grasp. 

If you wouldn’t admit your wrongdoings, that’s fine. He will just have to make you confront them dead-on. 

Kyoya huffs, a hand stuffed into his jacket pocket. “Are you angry with me, (Y/n)?” 

A cynical laugh breaks through you as you roll your eyes. “Angry doesn’t begin to describe how I feel towards you right now.” You turn to walk away again, but Kyoya’s voice stops you. 

“Then tell me, (Y/n).” He persists, folding his arms across his broad chest. “Stop acting like a child and be honest with me. You can’t just walk away from this.”

“A child?” An amazed smile forms on your face that doesn’t reach your eyes. “You’re the one who’s acting like a child.”

“And how is that?”

“Since when have you let someone you barely know walk all over us as a club, huh? Where’s your backbone?”

Kyoya’s eyes narrow. Why couldn’t you understand? “The Houshakuji’s are important donors to my father’s hospital. Without their money, our family couldn’t do business with your mother for her medical technologies.” He steps towards you, his mouth pursed and his eyes dark. 

Your eyes roll, and he becomes even more annoyed. “She’s not worth it. Did you see the way she spoke to Tamaki? How can you support someone like that?”

“It doesn’t matter. Whatever Renge needs, it is my duty as an Ootori son to give that to her.” Kyoya says, trying to be as clear as he can. “My father’s business needs her family’s contributions.”

“Even if it costs me my job?” You retort, also taking a step forward. “She’s the manager now, Kyoya.”

A headache is beginning to form as Kyoya reaches behind his glasses to support the bridge of his nose. “Please, (Y/n). We both know that she is the kind of girl who will get bored of us and leave within the week.”

“How can you possibly know that? You’re not God, Kyoya!” 

“I know I’m not God! Why is that the term you always return to?”

“Because you can sure act like it.” You roll your eyes.

His diction is clearer as he attacks you with his words.“I am just good at predicting people’s behavior! It’s called being observant.”

Even as neither of you raise your voice, there is an aggravating energy rising between the two of you. 

“You know what I’m observing? That when someone else rips the job I love from under me, you will do nothing to stop it.” He hates the fact that he can see frustrated tears prick at the corners of your eyes. 

“I don’t need to stop anything, (Y/n), because clearly,” He gestures sharply to the argument you two are having. “you have no problem standing up for yourself.” 

“That has nothing to do with it.” You take another step closer to him. “I wish that you would’ve stood up for me!” 

“Why?” He meets your distance, and you two are closer than ever. 

He sees a slight panic flicker across your features at his question, but Kyoya is too angry to sense your hesitance. 

“Really, (Y/n). I want to know. Why should I risk my family’s business just to keep you happy?” The megane presses. 

Kyoya’s breath stills at his beating heart rate, partly from the adrenaline, and partly from how close you are to him. His chest heaves as he waits for your reply, and it’s almost too pitiful for him to admit what he wants you to say.  

The ravenet wanted you to say it was because you wanted to be more. He wanted you to let him spoil you and make you his top priority. He wanted you to let him pull you closer into his embrace, and he wanted you to whisper that you wanted him. 

But he couldn’t be the one to put himself out there. Of course not. 

It had to come from you. 

And yet, with all his want, he guessed you gave him what you thought he deserved. 

You turn on your heel, wiping the tears off your face in one movement before stopping at the doorway. 

“You’re right. You shouldn’t.” Wilting, you don’t look at him as you extend an arm, signaling him out of the room. 

“(Y/n)-” Kyoya says, realizing he might’ve went too far.

“No. If you can’t see why, then I’m not going to force it out of you.” Your voice cracks slightly from the strain of keeping your composure.

“This is still my house, Kyoya. Please, leave.” Your friend looks at you for a moment, debating whether to push for a better resolution.  

But his eyes hide behind a flare in his glasses as he packs his bag, taking down the whiteboard and closing his computer. Then he, being the gentleman he is, walks out the door, leaving you alone to cry in peace. 

:::

“And that was it.” 

Haruhi looks at you as you walk down the hallway together. “Wow. That sounds really intense.” 

You nod, and Haruhi feels tired just looking at you. On the outside, you were put together. Your hair was in the right place and your clothes were ironed and clean. But it was the way your smile hung slightly heavier than it normally would, and how much the (e/c) color in your eyes had dulled. 

Even if she hadn’t known you for very long, Haruhi was sure this wasn’t a normal look for you. 

“One thing did come out of it, though.” You spoke, your voice more delicate than usual. 

The honor student gives you a confused glance.

“I have a crush on him.” You give her a sheepish smile and shrug, wishing you didn’t have to realize it in the middle of a heated argument with one of your best friends. 

“There was this moment where we were super close and I was panicking, so I asked myself ‘why do I care so much?’ It didn’t take long to figure it out after that.”

Haruhi spares you a sad chuckle when you put your head in your hands. “Now he won’t talk to me” you whine. 

“Well, at least you can be honest with yourself.” She puts a hand on your back, giving you some support as you open the double doors towards the music room. 

Tamaki’s voice lilts into your ears as your eyes immediately find Kyoya’s. He sits on the couch, listening with the other hosts as the prince rants about Haruhi’s femininity, his frown deepening as you appear. 

You break eye contact to drop your school bag in the designated area, then move to the crowd of hosts circling Tamaki. You pull up a large chair, sitting comfortably so you can join the conversation. 

“Now is our chance to help Haruhi get in touch with her feminine side!” The mentioned girl rolls her eyes as the blonde points a pale finger at the twins sitting across from him. “She doesn’t have any friends in class right now besides these two shady twins! That’s no good for her!”

The ginger brothers tilt their heads to the side, quirking up an eyebrow in sync. “Like you have room to talk.” 

The door opens once more to reveal your least favorite brunette enters the room. An innocent look lines her face as Renge walks on the tiled floor, a basket held in her hands. 

“Hey everyone!” She greets as she makes it to the group, barely sparing you a glance. “You’ll be happy to know that your new manager Renge,” Her gaze focuses on you at the word ‘new’ and you sink further into your seat. “Has made you all some cookies!” 

“Isn’t she ladylike?” Tamaki praises, twirling as he stands. Your prince character poses dramatically as he tries to get on Renge’s good side. “I’m so moved by your generosity.” 

“I didn’t bake these cookies for you, you phony prince.” Your jaw drops slightly as Tamaki pales. A sympathetic look is thrown his way as he immediately walks off to sulk in his corner some more. 

After completely insulting your friend, Renge continues to make your existence insufferable as she stops in front of Kyoya. “I’m sorry. I burnt them a little bit.” A sickeningly sweet look appears on her face as she looks up at him. “I did the best I could!” 

Blushing, she puts her hands to her cheeks and she sways back and forth. “And I already know what you’re going to say! You’re so sweet to me Kyoya!”

You deadpan and stand up, not being able to bear her any longer. You move to Honey and Mori, where an abandoned basket of cookies sits. The small boy takes one and puts it in his mouth.

“Wow, these really are burnt.” He says, not a thought behind his eyes as he takes a bite.

“Don’t eat that, Honey.” You say, picking up a cookie to inspect its black bottom. “It’s bad for you.”

Before you could take satisfaction in insulting Renge’s work, a growl erupts from behind you. When you see Honey’s eyes widen in fright, you spin around to see Renge racing towards you, her eyes flashing red. You could even imagine Medusa snakes slithering out from all sides of her head. 

“Oh, sh-” You stop yourself from cursing in front of Honey-senpai as you hike it across the tile, the embodiment of a greek witch on your heels.

Suddenly, you’re lifted off the tile, and Renge chases the three of you as Mori carries you and Honey to safety. 

While you’re occupied, Haruhi grabs a cookie as well, and takes a bite.

“They’re not bad at all. They’ve got a good flavor to them.” She says, going in for a second bite. 

The twins behind her, bored of watching Renge and you run around in circles, see Tamaki still sulking in the corner and get an idea. 

“May I try, Haruhi?” Hikaru comes around in front of her and raises her chin. He leans down and takes a bite of the cookie from her mouth. 

Tamaki whips his head around at the men touching his precious Haruhi.

“Uh oh, Haruhi, you got some crumbs on your face.” Kaoru comes around to the honor student’s right, and instead of sensibility wiping the crumbs off, he licks them off of her cheek. 

“Did you see what they just did?!” Tamaki vaults into action, pointing and shouting at twins while they just smile, happy that their little scheme worked.

Everyone stops at Tamaki’s commotion, crowding around the baffled prince who continues to spurt profanities.

“And suddenly the trio of classmates are closer than they’ve ever been before.” Kyoya says, watching as you and Mori make your way back to the group. Honey said he wanted to try and improve Renge’s mood and ran off somewhere else.

Haruhi rubs her cheek as she grumbles towards the twins. “You know, you could’ve just told me and I would’ve wiped it off, Kaoru.” She turns to the other twin. “And if you really wanted some, Hikaru, there’s plenty there.” She gestures to the small bowl of baked goods.

Tamaki gasps dramatically, and takes Haruhi’s face into his hands. “That’s not the way you’re supposed to react, Haruhi!” He stares deep into her soul and she struggles to not rip him away from her personal space.

“You have to stay strong and reject them, then casually brush them to the side! Do you understand?” 

A sweat drop falls from the brunette’s forehead. “This is sexual harassment, Senpai.” 

Flabbergasted and betrayed, Tamaki looks between Haruhi and the Hitachiians with the most incredulous expression on his handsome face. “Sexual harassment?! If this counts as sexual harassment, then those twins are twice as guilty!”

Tamaki begins to ramble once more. A small smile appears on your lips at your friend’s antics, and you can feel the adventures of the host club start to lift your spirits, even if it’s just a tiny bit. 

“Renge-chan, Renge-chan!” Your eyes look towards Honey’s voice to find him offering a mug to the lady manager among all the chaos. 

You squint as you scan her posture. Renge has a hand up to her mouth as she watches your group, a calculating look on her visage. When she looks at Honey-senpai, a cunning gaze studies the bunny mug held out in front of her. 

“Want some? It’s milk.” The unsuspecting lolita asks, innocence shining through his brown eyes.

Her mouth moves as she mumbles something, but you can’t quite make it out. 

Honey tilts his head slightly, not hearing her either. “Huh?”

“Every single one of you!” Renge’s posture explodes, and your head reels at her mood swings. Honey cries and runs to Mori for safety as her sudden explosion, and Renge’s pink bow jolts as she points at the eight of you. 

“Except for Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm!” Her voice is high-pitched as she barks at you.

“Each one of you needs to have a dark-side, you understand? Guests are vulnerable to handsome young men who are troubled!” 

“And women.” You whisper, rolling your eyes slightly. 

Unfortunately, Renge continues. “If you keep carrying on like this, then it’s only a matter of time before they get tired of you and stop coming altogether! Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business?”

“Oh my god.” Another eye roll from you. 

“As your manager, it’s my duty to change your character's backgrounds! Let’s start with you!” Her finger points to poor Honey, who tries to hide deeper in Mori’s arms.

“If you’re nothing but cute, inside and out, then you’re nothing but a baby!” Honey whines. “From now on, you’re the baby-faced thug!” 

Screaming is heard as she changes focus to Mori. “And Mori-senpai, you’re his childhood friend, The Flunkie!”

“The twin’s will be basketball players enslaved in their own world!”

“Haruhi, you’re an honor student who’s constantly being bullied!”

She takes a final breath, hoping to get her last order out in one go. “And as for you, Tamaki, you’re the school idol who’s admired for his good looks, but you actually have an inferiority complex that you’re hiding from the world.” A final point, and Tamaki is given a horrifying nickname. “The lonely prince!”

You can see the light go out of his eyes as the newly named blonde staggers, suddenly becoming very melodramatic.

“And Kyoya,” You turn to see Renge back to her happy, lovesick mood. “You’re perfect just the way you are now, so I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, okay?” 

“Thank you, I’m honored.” Kyoya was so jovial. You wanted to wring his neck. 

Everyone was clamoring into their new roles, but you broke the commotion. 

“Um, Renge?” The lady manager’s blush disappears as she deadpans at the sound of your voice. The hosts stop talking and turn as they watch her size you up, before a tolerating smirk paints her face.

“Yes, (Y/n)-senpai?” 

“I just…” You feel awkward as everybody looks at you. “What kind of part do you want me to play?” 

“Oh, I didn’t give you one?” She asks, but you know full well her true intentions. She pretends to think, at least letting you think you have some fighting chance. 

“You can be our water-boy!” The host club grimaces at the demotion, but Renge looks as content as ever. 

You sigh, already exhausted only a couple minutes into the club time. You shake your head helplessly as you tilt it to the side. “What? I’m still a host, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, there really isn’t any room for you in the movie, ya know?” She steps forward, a deceiving aura of kindness following her. 

“But I understand that you want to be included, so you should be thankful! You’ll get to be on a real movie set.”

“Don’t patronize me.” You say through gritted teeth. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” She taunts. Almost as if she wants you to blow up again, only to embarrass yourself once more. “Plus, my Kyoya made me the manager, not you, and what I say goes, right?”

You’re about to give her a piece of your mind, when excerpts from last night crawls from your subconscious.

The Houshakuji’s are important donors to my father’s hospital. 

Whatever Renge wants, it’s my duty as an Ootori son to give that to her!

Why should I risk my family’s business just to keep you happy?

Your eyes meet Kyoya’s, whose mouth has settled into a taut line, jaw muscles pulsing as he clenches back his tension. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” You say, avoiding her cocky gaze. As you look down at the polished floor, you miss a pair of gray eyes close with relief, and a hint of regret. 

“Perfect!” Renge clasps her hands together. “I’m so glad you’re accepting things around here.”

The twins aren’t so ready to quit without a fight as they watch you sadly walk to a secluded windowsill, trying to calm yourself down. 

They pull Kyoya to the side, knowing that he’s the only one that could stop this madness. 

“Come on, Kyoya-senpai!” Hikaru begs, coming around on Kyoya’s left. 

Kaoru appears on his right, also pleading. “You gotta do something.” 

Kyoya sighs, your disheartened expression imprinted in his mind. He appreciated your ability to keep your cool, and he really felt that you just had to hold out a little longer before Renge got bored and left already. 

“Why?” He shrugs as the twins blanche, pointing to Tamaki who leans up against a wall. “It looks like the boss is up for it.” 

“How does this look, Renge?” His forehead rests against a closed fist as he wistfully sighs, not having a hard time getting into character. “Do you think these poses work? For a lonely prince?”

Excited to see her direction come to life, Renge looks up at him cheerfully. “Oh wow, you’re pretty good at that Tamaki! But you know, it would be more effective if you were standing in the rain!”

You make your way over to the twins and Haruhi while groaning. 

This was going to be interesting. 

:::

When Renge made you “water-boy”, you thought you would be passing out small cups of H2O to the actors. Not operating a hose 20 feet from the ground from behind a building. 

Renge had made sure to put you right across from another dude holding a hose, too. You look apologetically at one another as you spray water onto each other, your clothes completely soaked through. Renge insisted on this exact spot, as it would ‘fill out the scene nicely.” You wore a variation of the orange and white uniforms. A wet, orange shirt clings to your body while being tucked into wide-legged cargo pants. An orange basketball cap rests on the top of your head, and you watch as water droplets fall from the bill of the hat all the way down to the grass. 

Your chin rests as you lean over the railing of the elevator holding you up. Shivering at this height, you would’ve preferred the water cups. 

Luckily, you had some entertainment. While you hated Renge with a burning passion, you had to admit she was talented at this directing thing. The basketball scene with the twins was tear-jerking, and now, as you watch Honey stand uncharacteristically menacing in the woods with Haruhi, you’re surprised at how much you feel for each character. 

It burned you to say this, but Renge had some real potential. 

A sharp cry interrupts your thoughts, and you observe from your bird’s eye view as Honey completely breaks character. Your eyebrows crease sympathetically as he runs to Haruhi, crying about how he couldn’t do it anymore. 

“Cut! Cut, cut, cut, cut!” Renge waves her arms, a megaphone securely gripped in her hand. “You’ve gotta stick to the script!” 

“But I can’t!” Honey mewls back, tightening his hold on Haruhi.

Renge groans and spins on her heel, “Stop rolling, camera man!” Earning her a thumbs up from the bearded man behind the camera. 

“I want the rain to make things seem tragic!” Renge calls up to you, and you restrain from pointing your hose at her. 

“It’s water, Renge! It’s not sentient!” You yell down from your machine.

“That’s what I have you for!” She groans. “Let’s just take a break for a second.” She waves her hands and you start deescalating. 

Once you’re on the ground, you hang your hose on the railing. Haruhi brings you a towel and you give her a grateful smile. 

“How are you doing?” She asks as you weakly dry yourself off. 

“As good as I can be.” You shrug, taking your hat off to towel dry your hair. “Kyoya still won’t talk to me, not like I want to talk to him.” You glance at the megane while he talks to the twins, looking as annoyingly put together as ever. 

“And Renge is using me like her personal slave, so, yeah.” A defeated laugh leaves your lips, but your mood lightens up a bit as Tamaki bounds up to you and Haruhi.

“Haruhi, (Y/n)!” He adjusts his tie as he greets the two of you. “So, how was I? Did you like my performance?”

You smile at his eagerness to impress. “It was really awesome!” You praise, giving him a strong thumbs up.

Haruhi hands him a towel, and begins to dry himself off. “Yeah, I’m surprised you were able to get into character like that. You were really believable.”

Tamaki positively beams at the two of you as he drapes the towel onto his head. “I’ve discovered a new side of myself. I’m starting to think it would be a good idea to explore it.” 

You and Haruhi exchange a look. A gloomy prince is just as hard to handle as a joyful prince. 

“Are you sure about that?” Haruhi asks. “Because I think you’re fine just the way you are now, Senpai.” 

Tamaki pauses. “You do?” You giggle as a blush creeps onto the blonde’s face, his violet eyes twinkling as Haruhi compliments him. “Well, if you say so, Haruhi.” 

“Hey (Y/n)!” You turn to see Renge peeking her head out from behind a corner of a building, your mood immediately dropping back down. “I need you over here. Can you bring those water bottles next to you?” 

You disdainfully grab two water bottles from the cooler at your feet and walk over to the manager, grumbling to yourself. “Why does she always peak around corners like a creepy little doll?” 

As you make your way to the edge of the building, you see three shadows stretching across from the other side of the corner. Confused, you round the edge of the stone, and see two tall men standing next to Renge. 

“Over here, (Y/n)! These two gentlemen have just agreed to be in our film, and I thought you could offer them some water as a thank you gift.”

The men in your school uniform look at Renge with surprise, their shirts untucked and ties loosened around their necks. The one with shaggier hair speaks up first, baffled by Renge’s claim. 

“In your film?” 

“What are you talking about?” His friend asks, his shorter hair moving as he stares at your manager as well. 

Renge seems to be in her own little world as she explains. “After all, we are going to need some tough guys for the big climax!” That distanced look takes over her face again as she daydreams about her video game idols. “That’s when all of the club members come together to fight against the two real villains at their school.” The boys’ jaws clench at that.

“Renge, I don’t think-” you start, but she continues, completely ignoring you. No surprise there. 

“According to the script, these two are from a wealthy family that got their wealth from being a part of the Japanese mafia.” Stars practically form in her eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a brilliant casting choice.”

“Wait, Renge-!” You try to stop her as she begins to drag one of the men over to another place, totally ignorant to his rising frustration. 

“Just come over here and wait for your cue.” She says before the man completely breaks away from her, his longer hair framing his angry expression. 

“Let go of me!” He whips around, and Renge puts her arms out in front of her, suddenly feeling that she’s in danger.

“Hey, you think you can push me around?!” The boy shouts, and your eyes widen as he winds his arm back. “You don’t even know me!” 

His open palm rams into Renge’s shoulder, intending to push her into the set equipment that leans against the wall behind her.

Completely forgetting that she makes your blood boil, you lunge forward. You couldn’t let anything bad happen to her, or else she might tell her father. 

‘My father’s business needs her family’s contributions.’

You put yourself behind Renge in order to cushion her fall, but from the pure force and strength of that student, plus the pressure of her body on yours, your back hits the hard brick of the wall. 

Sharp, stinging pains crash into your skin as the equipment stabs into your spine, and your headache grows as your head hits the surface behind you. 

Renge gets off of you immediately after realizing that she wasn’t the one to hit the wall. She crouches down in front of you as you slide down the stone, hoping to gain a little more of the wind that was knocked out of you.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)-senpai?” 

“That guy was right, Renge.” She jolts at your sharp tone. “You can’t judge people by their appearance. You’re supporting a stereotype.” You wince as your head pounds. “You’ll never see the person inside if you keep doing that.”

“I-I…” Renge stutters as she looks defeated. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

Footsteps are heard around the corner, and soon the host club is staring back at you, helping you to your feet.

All except for Kyoya. 

When he saw you on the ground in pain with Renge at the center, it all hit him like a runaway train. How you hadn’t spoken to him in three days, and how much he missed the little things, like the late night study sessions and organizing the finances with you. 

How he had let this all go too far too quickly. How he had let you get hurt. 

It had to end. 

“Wow, (Y/n), are you okay?” Haruhi looks at you as you finally stand. You nod slightly, but flinch at the way your muscles protest the strain. 

“Mon ami!” Tamaki says resting a hand on your shoulder so he can see a clear sign of any injury. “Are you in any pain?” 

“A little, but it’s just a lot of soreness right now.” You give him a sheepish smile, and the host club recoils at the way you pop your neck.

Feeling sorry for you, Renge picks up one of the water bottles that you had dropped in order to save her and placed it in your grasp. “For the swelling. It’s still cold.” You throw another grateful simper her way, and place the cool cylinder at the base of your skull. 

She turns, trying to find something else to help you out, when her eyes land on the camera. Her eyes squint as she focuses in on the reflective glass, a red dot beeping rhythmically in the corner.

Renge gasps as she thinks of a new idea. “Please tell me you got that cameraman!” 

“Yes boss!” The bearded man says back, and Renge nearly trips over herself to tell you the good news.

“You’re going to get to be in the movie, (Y/n)-senpai! That was the perfect scene to introduce your character!” You and the hosts look at her with confusion on your faces before she gestures to the camera, and you see that it’s still recording.

She sways wistfully. “Ah, and it was the perfect scene! You looked so heroic, throwing yourself into the action without a care for your own safety! All it needs now is narration by my sweet Kyoya!”

Your posture jerks at the harsh, acute sound of glass shattering before you, interrupting Renge’s plans. Surprised, you turn your head to see Kyoya standing at the face of the camera, a rock in his fist crushing what remained of the lens. If you weren’t so shocked, you would’ve laughed at the cinematographer behind him who was nearly on the verge of tears.

“Why?” The lady manager pleads, her bow wilting as her love stares at her in disgust. “Is something wrong?”

Kyoya’s face is rigid, uncaring of how his words might affect the girl in front of him. “I’m terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence.” He looks up and his dark irises pierce into her gaze. 

“I think you’ve caused enough trouble around here, Renge. Please stop being such a pest.”

Your eyes widen as Renge gasps. “A-A pest?” You watch her as her face wrinkles, tears overflowing onto her cheeks. 

“But you’re supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry!” Her body leans forward as she cries to the ravenet. “You’re supposed to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya!” 

Her brown eyes shine with distress as she pleads to him. “Why are you acting so differently now! Tell me why!”

“Because that’s not the real Kyoya.” You say, meeting your crush’s eyes. 

She kneels to the floor, too overwhelmed as her delusion dissolves in front of her eyes. 

“Does it really matter?” Haruhi has walked away from you and is now kneeling in front of the crying otaku. “Who cares if Kyoya’s a little different than how he used to be?”

You nod, carefully walking over to the two female club members so as to not strain your back. You don’t break eye contact with the Ootori son. “Take a good look at the person on the inside, and get to know him little by little.” You smile slightly as you see his expression soften slightly. 

“It’s a lot more fun that way.” You state, turning to Renge with a closed-eyed smile. 

It’s hard to tell what goes on in Renge’s mind at that moment, not like you could ever tell in the first place. She gets that same distant look, but this time, it’s sad. Her pupils dilate as she settles back down to earth, and she has a different aura around her, as if she’s broken away from some sort of habit.

Haruhi stands and holds a hand out to her, helping her up with a firm grasp. “You need to learn to get to know people based on who they are, not who you expect them to be.” And Renge’s irises spin then, a different lovey look on her face.

When you look up, Kyoya is gone. The cameraman kneels in front of his precious camera, grieving over the broken shards for his money wasted on the equipment. You sigh. You really thought you were getting somewhere with him. 

Turns out he still couldn’t bear to be around you. 

You get Tamaki’s attention as the host club begins to dissipate, moving back to the clubroom after all the festivities. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom to get a look at my back. I’ll meet you guys there!” The prince nods and walks away, glad you didn’t ask him to go with you. He doesn’t really handle injuries all that well.

Gingerly, you make your way to one of the bathroom trailers built around the movie set. You jiggle the door knob slightly, checking if the unisex lavatory was locked, before opening it completely. 

“Oh! God…” Startled, you jump back in surprise at the person that stands at the sink before you can fully register who it is. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here. The door was unlocked.” 

Kyoya, who was also caught off guard by your sudden entrance, huffs as he processes that he’s not in any real danger. 

“I tried to lock it, but I guess these Hollywood movie producers put all their budget into the films, and not the broken door handles on their ‘pristine’ trailers.” 

You swallow, his sarcasm lifting the tension in the air slightly, but not enough for you to want to stay. 

“Yeah, well, I’ll leave you to it.” Your eyes fall on his open, travel sized med-kit on the counter, bandages strewn across the marbled surface. Kyoya nods as he goes back to cleaning up his right hand. His dominant hand being hurt and held at his side, he struggles to twist the cap off of one of the hydrogen peroxide bottles, trying to get it to stay still so he can get enough friction to open it. 

You can see annoyance set in his face.

“Do you need some help?” You ask, knowing that he would never ask for it himself, not after the fight you two had just nights before. 

His jawline pops with frustration, but he nods nonetheless. You walk over to him, getting a better look at his injury.

The skin of his fingers were covered in small gashes and scrapes. Gasping quietly, you subconsciously take his right hand into both of yours, turning it over to see that the afflictions only went down to below his fingernail, stopping at the first knuckle from the top. 

“What happened?” You question, completely forgetting you were supposed to be mad at him. 

“I wasn’t really thinking when I smashed that lens.” He says, sighing as you open the bottle he was struggling with. “My hand was bigger than the rock itself, and when I hit the stone to the glass, the tips of my fingers were crushed as well.”

“Yeah, that was pretty reckless of you, I suppose.” You pour out the contents of the bottle onto the cotton swab and turn his hand. The megane sucks air through his teeth as the liquid sinks into his wounds, unapologetically disinfecting them. 

“Not as reckless as you, it seems.” Kyoya replies as he takes his hand from your grasp in favor of wrapping small bandages around each one of the small knuckles. He gestures to your slow, cautious movements as you return your arms back to your sides, clearly in some sort of discomfort.  

You laugh regretfully and look at yourself in the mirror. Turning your back to your reflection and wincing, you stretch your arms around to pull up the bottom of your shirt slightly. Irritated skin peaks out through the bunched up fabric, and you can already see some purplish coloring begin to take form. 

“Yeah, that’s gonna leave a mark.” You observe matter-of-factly. You figured, considering how stuff your muscles were after that fall.

Rustling draws your attention away from the mirror as you watch Kyoya pick through his small box of medicine. He unfolds a piece of plastic filled with some sort of blue liquid and shakes it. With his movements, the pint-sized package transforms from flexible to solid, and you can see frost crystals lining the plastic as it freezes on impact. 

“Here.” Ootori says as he hands the travel ice-pack to you, and you take it gladly, thankful for the solace it gives as you rest it on the small of your back. 

“Thank you.” 

Kyoya nods and he moves to pack the rest of the medical supplies into the box. “Whatever you need.”

Whatever Renge needs, it’s my duty as an Ootori son to give that to her!

Your stomach churns as you recall your fight once again.

Without their money, our family couldn’t do business with your mother.

Wait a second. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

A hum resonates through the acoustics of the bathroom from the black-haired man, as he once again tries to rearrange the bottle and boxes perfectly into the kit. 

“Are you only friends with me because of the business relationship between our families?” 

Kyoya halts, hands freezing in mid-air, general supplies trapped between his fingers. He looks at you sharply, gray eyes searching your (e/c) ones to find the joke. But you're serious. 

His mouth parts a moment before he responds, trying to collect his words. 

“If I’m being completely transparent, that is how it started.” He replies, trying his best to pair his blunt honesty with an assuring tone. “When my father came to know of a(n) (L/n) daughter transferring to Ouran, he asked me to greet you personally to keep in good faith with your mother.” 

And as he sees the disappointment take over your gaze, Kyoya is more motivated to give you a better answer.  

“But you were…” Swallowing, he’s attentive to not give away anything that he wasn’t ready to confess yet. “You were different than how I’d expected you to be.” You see something earnest in his expression as he goes back to filing in the medicines. “And since I realized that over a year ago, our friendship has been completely genuine.” 

And as Kyoya shuts the perfectly organized medkit with a click!, the case is closed. Your insecurities flush away at his candidness, along with your pride, and you do something you should’ve done days ago.

“I’m sorry, Kyoya.” You apologize as you set the ice pack on the counter. Your crush slightly deflates as the tension leaves his body, and you hope it’s a sign of relief.  

“I wasn’t thinking about all you had to go through with your dad back home, and I just-, god, she was so annoying!” You laugh a little at his amused smirk, glad that the pressure in the atmosphere is easing up. 

“I can deal with her, if you still want her to be your manager.” And while it hurt to lose your position, he could tell you meant it.

“I don’t want her as my manager.” Kyoya argues as he stuffs the travel medkit into his jacket pocket, a joking simper playing on his face. “She’s terrible at it.” 

You snort before he continues. “Plus, I have to admit I quite missed your company.” 

“I missed you too, Kyo.” 

At the sound of his nickname, he becomes a little more vulnerable. “And I’m sorry as well. If you are ever in need of support, please don’t hesitate to ask.” 

Kyoya offers you his arm as you both walk out the trailer, already proving his word as he supports your stiff body. You slowly, but surely, make your way back to the clubroom. 

And that was okay. It gave you a chance to make up for lost time. 

:::

Guests crowd around the host club, blushes running rampant on their beautiful faces as they fan over you and your friends. 

“I bought the video of the film you made!” One girl squeals

“I bought it too!” A guy says, holding up a disc.

“So did I!” 

“You did?” The twins look at each other before the students in front of them, totally blindsided. 

They continue to gush. “Oh I just loved the scene in the rain!”

Another guest appears in your sight. “And I loved the lonely prince!”

“I wanna see Honey act like a thug again!” Some girls absolutely melt as they scream together. 

“Yes! And I couldn’t get enough of Haruhi’s poignant expressions!”

You and the hosts look between themselves, then turn around to find Kyoya looking as content as ever, his bandaged right hand writing in his notebook.

“Kyoya?” Tamaki asks, already knowing that the megane was the one behind this.

Ootori’s smirk only grows as he replies. “I may have broken the camera’s lens, but the footage that we already shot wasn’t damaged. Naturally, I did cut out that violent scene.” He glances at you as you adjust in your seat. The bruising had slightly healed by now, and the soreness was almost gone, but the pain would still rear its head every now and again.

“Sales have been pretty good so far.” You continue, smiling at the way the hosts looked at you with wide eyes. “That Hollywood film crew did a fantastic job. But then, I guess, that’s to be expected.” 

“Plus, it’s best to have as much money as we can in the club’s budget.” Your director finalizes his statement with an adjustment of his frames. 

“Good day, everyone!” 

You spin around, only to regret it as your back twists without mercy. You wince from both pains as one flares up your spine and the other walks towards you, a flash of a pink bow making you slouch back into your seat. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Renge?” Tamaki asks, and you curse him as his question draws her closer. “I thought you went back to France?”

A dreamy sigh ghosts past her lips as she gets a familiar look in her eye. “I just can’t believe I didn’t recognize it sooner.” 

You turn, carefully this time, to see Renge stop in front of Haruhi. She pulls the honor student onto her feet, clasping their hands together.

“It was so chivalrous for you to help me up when I was at my lowest, and I could feel the love when you lectured me about judging people.” She gazes lovingly into Haruhi’s eyes. “When you said I should get to know people based on who they are, you were talking about you!”

You laugh as Haruhi sweat drops, but you stop at the side-eye she gives you. 

“Yeah…” She trails off, trying to pry her hands from Renge’s, but the otaku’s hold is too strong.

Suddenly, she’s pulled out of the room by the lighter brunette, Tamaki hot on her heels.

“Hey, Kyoya-senpai.” Hikaru starts, his brother in tow.

“You okay with that?” Kaoru finishes.

Kyoya’s eyes travel to where you sit, laughing with Mori and Honey as Tamaki races after his ‘daughter’.

A gentle smirk graces his lips. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Next time, on Lavender Roses

“I’m so sick of your face!”

“Your haircut’s stupid!”

“Sex pixie!”

“Sicko!”

“What the hell is going on?!”

The Twins Fight!

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[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

[reallyromealone]

DAY 🎃FOURTEEN🎃 COCKWARMING - Kyoya ootori

I would like to remind people I'm following Manga canon, SPOILER the host club goes to Boston for university and by then Kyoya is already in university and transferred

Warnings

Cock warning, dirty talk, male reader, bottom Kyoya, calling during explicit sctivities, reader is a bastard

University classes were hard, annoyingly so sometimes and what didn't help was having a cock up your ass while one studied.

But Kyoya lost the bet so here he was on his boyfriends lap, (name) scrolling his phone as Kyoya tried not to move.

It was the rule after all, he moves and (name) leaves him with the worst blue balls known to man.

So here he was, doing his homework as (name) occasionally shifted to rub against kyoyas prostate but Kyoya wasn't going to let (name) have the power as he stretched and cracked his back, this action causing his muscles to contract around (name)s cock, causing him to glare "behave"

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about, in just trying to figure out this question" Kyoya said calmly as he returned to his work.

(Name) glared as his phone rang and despite Kyoyas glare he answered it and being the bastard he was began toying with Kyoyas cock "oh hey Tamaki, oh nothing much just helping Kyoya work on a project-- yeah we can get food tonight with you and Haruhi! See you then!"

Kyoya was hunched over as (name) hung up, close to climaxing as (name) played with him perfectly, knowing just how to destroy him.

"Oi, focus on your homework" (name) grinned and Kyoya turned and glared "really?"

"What? You wanted me to leave it ringing? Have Tamaki come here to ask, you know he would and he would see you like this... perched on my cock losing your mind"

Kyoya bit his lip, knowing he was right.

"Now, finish your homework And I'll give you a reward like no other"

It was hard, not just (name)s cock as the other leaned over to look at Kyoyas work "my boyfriend's so smart" he whispered in Kyoyas ear and the black haired man tried focusing on his work "he acts so cold but we both know he would do anything for those he cares for"

"He's so wonderful..." Kyoya was trying not to cum from the praise and the cock against his prostate "fuck..."

"My my the prestigious Ootori swearing? How unbecoming" (name) teased before whispering "why don't you cum? You wanna do it right? So do it"

This was a trick.

Kyoya knew it.

He knew (name).

He held on as much as he could as he finished his business essay and sighed.

Then he was pushed on the table and slammed from behind, forcing a climax out of him.

"Come on Kyoya, good boys deserve a reward no?"

#kinktober 2023 #kyoya x male reader #kyoya ootori smut #kyoya x reader #ohshc x reader #ohshc x male reader #smut

[sassuguru]

PRETTY PINK, PRETTY GIRL, AND KINDA PERPLEXED KYOYA — "finally watched ouran, 'nd o m gosh!! i keep changin' ma pozt formatz, but dis is basically kyoya w/a bubbly hyperfem 'nd slightly ditzy reader. i mostly rambled, 'm sowy!! (,,>﹏<;,,)" the artist says. the art includes ootori kyoya from ohshc, in an arranged marriage with f!reader. all warnings include flirting, foul language, characters aged 21+ though there isn't much in here, slight suggestive lines, bulleted headcanons, "idk wat else."

brochure (m.list) etiquette

WHEN HIS FATHER TOLD HIM HE'D MARRY, he didn't quite take it well. Of course, he didn't show it, but he didn't take to the idea of being set up to marry someone he doesn't know. With rich families alliances happen often, therefore he wasn't surprised his father veered that way; however, he was surprised that his father picked him. Normally his elder brothers would be suited for such a thing, not him. But nonetheless, it was happening.

UPON MEETING YOU AND A LITTLE AFTER:

(this is pre-tamaki lol) he immediately looks at you weird.

you've gotten accustomed to detecting when someone doesn't like you. it's normal at this point! after all, there's not normally someone who dresses as you do, though this is one of the tamer outfits.

kyoya's eyes scan you, from head to toe you're covered in white and pink. you seemed to have an air of innocence with your appearance he noted. you wore a headband that was light pink, hair twisted in a thick braid that rests on your shoulders with white ribbon wrapped around it, there was a pearl necklace around your neck, a white spaghetti strapped dress, a pink sweater over it, and light pink shoes.

it's like flowers danced around your head or something.

it threw him off, him being a loner and all, not really having many flamboyant friends (yet), and stuck to the confines of his canvas.

shaking away his thoughts, he respectfully bows, thinking about his father's expectations for him. "it's nice to meet you," kyoya says softly.

you tilt your head with a smile, "It's nice to meet you too!"

he gradually (very slowly) gets accustomed to the integration of your bubbly character and pink wardrobe into his life.

he's not used to the image of someone so bright talking to someone as dark and gloomy as his father. (though, it seems his father slightly hates you aswell)

though he does get surprised when you suddenly start giving him accessories.

he immediately refused them, not wanting to wear something pink on his wrist at school. that is, until he saw the sad expression on your face. then, he accepted it, only keeping it hidden beneath his sleeve.

he didn't quite acknowledge that you were the woman he'd be married to in a couple of years.

you sort of just registered as the girl who invaded his room, other than his sister of course. it didn't register fully until he found a series of scrunchies, bows, and headbands littered (hidden) around his room.

he often looks down at the ring on your finger, glancing at the empty space on his that would soon be filled, literally.

it didn't take long for you to tie a small piece of ribbon his finger, claiming it was his ring until you turn of age to get his wedding room. he watched you giggle with a bright smile on your face, insisting he kept it on whenever the two of you are in public.

kyoya often sighs at his antics, but he 9 times out of 10 does what you ask, as he's starting to get comfortable hanging around you, without the weight of his father's words on his shoulders.

EMBRACING FIANCÉ STATUS:

once he finally gets used to you, he's a lot warmer towards you. more nonchalant towards your antics. whether it be your brainless comments, energetic rambling, or constant pushing him to wear things you buy or make for him.

he doesn't know how or when, but you've close enough to the point where's he's gotten pink canopy bed curtains and pink sheets for you. he seriously doesn't know how.

kyoya still wears that pink ribbon on his finger, except at school. it would be a pain to go through an interrogation from his classmates (even worse if its the host club). he still wears the pink bracelet you made him, the jewelry tucked nicely underneath his button-up and uniform jacket.

he's likely very immune to your antics and shit at this point. though, he still can't crack the secret that is your mind. at times you're quite smart, handling family business accordingly when needed, and other times, you're brainless.

kyoya once tried to explain a subject to you, only to look into your eyes and realize you weren't listening to a thing he said. he could tell there wasn't a thought behind those pretty eyes of yours. he simply sighed attempted to explain it again, making sure you're paying attention this time.

there are times when he'll be studying and you calmly walk up to him. "what is it?" he whispers, eyes locked on his paper. he doesn't even look up when you slide a fuzzy white and pink headband on his head, pushing his bangs out of the way. they don't get in the way of his eyes, he's just learned you like putting them on him. at times he forgets its on his head until his older sister teases him about it.

after finally settling into his role, he does get a bit protective, though reasonably so.

nothing really changed about your relationship when tamaki came into the mix, except his protectiveness.

the first time tamaki flirted with you was at ouran. you hadn't been at kyoya's house in a few days due to familial duties. (tamaki just thought he liked pink). regardless, you were downright clueless, assuming it was a regular conversation. now, to tamaki's defense, he wasn't aware that you were kyoya's fiancé, though the way you hung on him would've been a good indicator you two were at least dating (he's dense asf). kyoya's patience with the blonde had already dissipated, the combination of his spontaneousness and his flirting with you, drew kyoya up a fucking wall.

he ended up yelling at tamaki, only apologizing when you told him to.

ever since then, tamaki started walking on eggshells when he talked to you, fearing the wrath of kyoya. it was funny to watch from afar considering how lax you were compared to him. after awhile, he started to relax though. the heavy reminder in the back of his head not to flirt with you.

kyoya's nicknames are likely: darling, sweetheart, and my love. hed likely put "my" before every nickname. though depending on your appearance or personality he may give you something a little more personalized or he'll give you the nickname of an animal that reminds him of you. like "little bunny" or "kitty." in those instances, he'd only use them in private.

he's not as grumpy if you wake him up! just, be gentle.

now, onto him now with your appearance, he doesn't care. he's never been one to police your clothing unless it pertains to your school uniform. otherwise, he fully supports your style. especially when the two of you go out and you wear your little white dresses and pink coverings.

however, there was this one time when you wore a white sweater dress, pink ribbon weaved in the flipped part at top. he first thought was "short." the top of it covered your chest well enough, however, it rode up high on your thighs.

he didn't say much, but his eyes were on the bottom of the dress all day. he'd occasionally pull it down when you bent over, coming up with an excuse. perhaps, nevermind, he was being a pervert as he shamelessly watched you. he was quite literally fighting for his life until the two of you got home.

one part of his room is littered in Hello Kitty plushies, one is even on his bed! he doesn't care anymore.

kyoya would often try and help you with your appearance, like doing your hair, or wrapping the ribbon around it. maybe he'd pick out an outfit, or a headband and accessories to match an outift you've picked.

he's just very nonchalant at some point in your relationship.

MEETING THE HOST CLUB:

onto this section! despite being in everyone else's business, he doesn't like it when others are in his. he's very reserved when it comes to himself and his family. naturally, that means he's pretty reserved about you.

now, despite being one of the hosts, he doesn't entertain as many clients. at least in as close a way as the likes of tamaki or honey. he'll gladly walk and talk with them, but anything farther than that he won't stand. and he's quite glad your alright with this, though he laughs at your confused expression when tamaki called him "mommy."

alright, now the circumstances for you meeting the whole crew were just the same as any poor soul who stumbled into "Music Room 3." you wanted to visit him for once, simply wanting to see his face more today.

the usual theatrics were put on display when you opened the large doors. everyone was in character of that day's cosplay until kyoya broke it.

"hm? what are you doing here?" he mumbles, walking up to you with a small smile.

the twins almost slide into the frame with shock on their faces when he grasps your hands softly, pressing a kiss to your ring. "oh?" hikaru says. "who's this?" kaoru questions. haruhi calmly walks up to kyoya, wondering who exactly are you. "WOAHHH, WHO'S THAT?!" honey shouts, eager to meet you. "yeah, who is this kyoya-senpai? you're looking at her weird," haruhi comments.

kyoya hums, turing to the club members. honey's leaning on top of mori's head, expression full of curiosity. the twins were humming, albeit very loudly, as they study the kyoya's demeanor towards you. it felt like there were cartoonish arrows pointing at the two of you.

"oh, it seems ive forgotten," kyoya mumbles. he steps to the side and points to you with his hand. "everyone, this is my fiancé," he says calmly.

there's silence before the room (including the girls) erupts in shocked yelling. you chuckle at the attention. "mhm!" you agree with him.

"ooooh, so that's why you don't too many clients," hikaru and kaoru say simultaneously. haruhi turns to tamaki's neutral face, not a hint of shock in sight. "tamaki-senpai, did you know about this?" haruhi asks.

a 'heh,' leaves tamaki's lips. with dramatic pose and tone he shouts, "yes! of course. why wouldn't i know? me and kyoya are daddy and mommy, y'know!"

haruhi sighs and shakes her head. "nice to meet you," she shakes your hand.

after the clients leave, honey and the twins run up to you, asking you a series of questions about you and kyoya until he drags you away from them. "alright, that's enough now," he says.

you immediately clock haruhi as a girl, to everyone's surprise except from haruhi and kyoya.

"did kyoya tell you?! how could you!" tamaki shouts.

"no, it was her eyes...and voice," you point out, confused as to how many of the students at the school don't get it.

"hm," tamaki simply replies.

the club is overall relaxed and welcoming to you, they weren't surprised about anything besides your relation to kyoya. well, they were surprised about something, how similar you were to honey. the two of you got along quite well, and they could see why.

"hey kyoya-senpai," hikaru whispers. "don't you think she's a bit..." kaoru whispers.

"ditzy? yes," kyoya responds, knowing what they were thinking, "don't worry. she's not like that all of the time. it seems to me this personality of hers only appears when she's relaxed. her while handling family business is quite different."

after that, everyone was chill with you.

though, you remember that rengae intro episode? yeah, you nearly clocked the bitch in her jaw. kyoya had to grab you and calm you down. "she shouldn't be touching you like that," you reason. kyoya sighs, and presses a kiss to your cheek. "yes, yes, i know. it won't happen again," he whispers.

anyway, now the host club invade your space too!

yay!

(you and haruhi have girls nights)

additional comment, "got rlly tired 2wardz da end. but, i gotta bring da fandom back sumhow!"

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[vincent-4ever]

If it’s okay, I would love something with grumpy Kyoya in the morning in bed with his s/o. I think he needs some headpats

Yes it's ok! Sorry it takes me a long time to get to requests lol, inspiration really takes it's time to hit me, I love this prompt so here's my take at it :)

Gender neutral reader

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╰┈➤As you were getting out of bed, you notice your significant other, Kyoya, toss and turn in his sleep. I mean you were pretty slow getting up and you did move the blankets around a lot so this probably bothered his sleep. You made sure his blankets were covering him when he was done moving around. After a few minutes you decide to get some water from the kitchen.

╰┈➤After a few minutes you come back, and notice Kyoya has woken up, not in a good mood. The time was 9:00 AM, and ever since you and Kyoya started sharing a bed, you were made fully aware he is not a morning person. He put his glasses on and the more he stayed awake the more obvious he was grumpy. He stared at you quietly with a look on his face that screams "you shouldn't have bothered me in my sleep"

╰┈➤ After a few minutes of Kyoya staring at you with a mean look you blurt "I'M SO SORRY DID I WAKE YOU UP?!"

╰┈➤Kyoya seeing you apologize like this makes him snap back to reality, he sighs and says in a calm, and collected voice "Don't apologize, just, don't do it again.."

╰┈➤ After that moment he got up to give you a hug and a kiss on the head, squeezing tightly though because he is still kind of infuriated.

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Hi!! Thanks for reading until the end, I don't think this was my best fan fic 😅😅 but I tried so if you enjoyed it likes and rebloggs are appreciated!! I hope you enjoyed this :)

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