#kyoya fluff

~Hikaru's Internal Disarray!~

You know better than to give in to their antics when they fail to provide a prior explanation. You cross your arms and shake your head, "I'm not coming over there. Tell me what you need, and I'll be on my way." You insist with a knowing look.

A hand is placed to the small of your back and urges you in the opposite direction gently, "Hikaru, Karou. y/n is occupied with her guests. Please don't distract her."

You smile gently at Kyoya's insistent voice and nod, briefly sparing the twins a shrug before sauntering off to tend to your guests.

Hikaru's playful smile fades into a prominent pout, his brows furrowing as he crosses his arms and turns away from Kyoya.

"Isn't y/n so dreamy? She really is like a princess!" One of the twins' guests swoons as her friend hums in agreement with an eager nod. Hikaru rolls his eyes.

"She's not all that. Wouldn't you ladies rather spend your time with a prince? Or better yet... two?" Hikaru bows slightly to cradle the guest's hand with a smirk.

Beside him, Kaoru's brows furrow in confusion.

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The afternoon drags on with excruciating slowness. Each tick of the club room's grandfather clock in the corner marks time that Hikaru wishes would speed up so this miserable day could end. He maintains his hostly facade for the guests, but the effort is exhausting in a way hosting has never been before.

Kaoru keeps shooting him concerned glances between entertaining their guests, but Hikaru refuses to meet his brother's eyes.

Across the room, you laugh at something Haruhi says as you refill teacups for a cluster of guests who have migrated to her table. The sound carries through Music Room #3.

"I heard she learned all the proper royal etiquette just for today's theme," one of their guests whispers to her friend, though not quietly enough to escape Hikaru's notice. "Kyoya-Senpai must have helped her prepare. Aren't they such a perfect couple?"

The words make Hikaru's chest pulse strangely. His jaw tightens visibly. Perfect couple. Of course you are...

"Hikaru?" Kaoru's voice is quiet, only meant for his brother's ears. "You okay?"

"Fine," Hikaru mutters through gritted teeth, his smile never wavering for their guests' entertainment.

When Tamaki sweeps by with his usual dramatic flourish, proclaiming something about "the beauty of noble aesthetics" to a swooning crowd, Hikaru feels his last thread of patience snap. He watches as you pause in your hosting to laugh at something Tamaki says.

"This is ridiculous," he hisses under his breath.

Kaoru immediately tenses beside him. "Hikaru, don't-"

"What's so special about playing princess anyway?" The words come out louder than intended, but Hikaru can't seem to stop them not that they've started. Several nearby patrons turn their heads to look at him with startled expressions. "It's just dress-up. Anyone can do it."

"Hikaru." Kaoru's warning tone is sharp.

But Hikaru is already standing, his chair scraping against the polished floor with a screech that cuts through the remaining ambient conversations. The room goes quiet, attention shifts toward the commotion.

"You know what? I'm sick of this." He scoffs, his voice filling the music room with its sharpness.

You look up from across the room, your eyes widening with surprise and confusion.

"Everyone's been fawning over y/n all day like she's something special."

"Hikaru, sit down." Kyoya's voice cuts through the tension like a knife, low and dangerous.

Hikaru ignores him. "Well, newsflash-she's just another host! She's not some perfect little angel who deserves everyone's constant attention!"

The silence that follows is deafening. Even Tamaki seems frozen in place. Your face has gone pale, the hurt in your eyes visible even from across the room. But there's something in Hikaru's expression that dissipates the hurt quickly, the same sort of expression he had when he was staring daggers into you at Kyoya's birthday celebration.

Kyoya's expression has transformed into something truly terrifying, his glasses glinting as he takes a step forward.

The reality of what he's just said crashes over Hikaru like a bucket of ice water. His anger drains away instantly, replaced by a sickening sense of horror.

"I-" he starts, but no explanation comes. There is not explanation that can justify what he just said.

You rise quickly from your seat as the doors to the music room slam open, Hikaru bolting through them. His princely costume flows behind him like a cape as he flees down the hallway. Kaoru rushes after him, calling his name.

His feet carry him as quickly as they can through the winding hallways, passing startled students and concerned instructors, until he finally bursts through a side exit into one of the smaller courtyards. This one is hardly visited, tucked away behind the humanities building where most students don't bother to come. It's quiet, private.

Hikaru collapses onto a stone bench, his breathing ragged and his hands shaking. The ornate crown that had been perched on his head at some point during his journey now rests crooked, so he tears it off in anger and throws it into the grass.

"That was quite the exit."

Hikaru's head snaps up to find Kaoru standing at the courtyard entrance, his expression unreadable. But not to Hikaru. He knows his brother is concerned. Kaoru walks forward slowly, deliberately, before settling onto the bench beside him.

"Don't," Hikaru urges, his voice hoarse. "Just... don't."

"Don't what? Point out that you just had a complete meltdown in front of everyone? Mention that Kyoya-Senpai looks like he's planning your funeral?"

Hikaru cringes, "Is he mad?"

"What did you expect?" Kaoru's voice is harder than usual, laced with disappointment that cuts deeper than any anger from his brother ever could. "You basically declared that his girlfriend is worthless in front of a room full of people."

Hikaru buries his face in his hands, his shoulders beginning to tremble. "I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to..."

Kaoru sighs, his voice losing its edge as he gentles it, "Then... what were you trying to do?"

The question goes unanswered for a moment. Something sparks in Hikaru's mind, and he realizes something. Something that feels like it's crawling up his throat and begging to be released, but... he can't. It's been eating him alive all day, and perhaps longer...

"I think..." The words stick in his throat as he tries to push them down, but they force their way out. "I think... I'm in love with her, Kaoru."

His brother doesn't react with shock or surprise, though it is a loaded sentence that would have shocked anyone else. Instead, Kaoru just sighs again, deeply, a sound filled with understanding and maybe a bit of sadness. "Are... you sure about that?"

"Every time she smiles at someone else, I feel like I can't breathe." Hikaru's voice cracks slightly. "When she laughs with other people, when she lets Kyoya touch her, when she gives her attention anyone but us... it hurts. It physically hurts. What else is that?"

Kaoru reaches down and picks up the discarded crown from the grass, turning it over in his hands thoughtfully and brushing a few stray blades off of it.

"When was the last time you cared this much about impressing someone who wasn't me?"

"Never. Maybe Haruhi."

"When was the last time we had a friend? And I mean one who doesn't share your DNA." Kaoru smiles despite the situation.

Hikaru's frown deepens. "What are you getting at?"

"Think about it, Hikaru. Before the Host Club, before y/n-Senpai, it was just us against the world. We didn't... need anyone else. We had each other. But now..." Kaoru trails off, his gaze distant. "Now we have other people in our lives. Real connections. And that's-"

"Terrifying. But that doesn't explain why I-"

"Doesn't it?" Kaoru interrupts gently, "I think you're overthinking this. I think you love, y/n-Senpai, but... not in the way Kyoya-Senpai does."

The words settle over Hikaru like a familiar blanket, both comforting and uncomfortable. He wants to argue, to insist that Kaoru is wrong... but doubt has already started to creep in.

"She and the club are the first people outside of us to care about us, right?" Kaoru continues, his voice soft.

"So?"

"So... you're not jealous of Kyoya-Senpai. I think we've just... never had a friend like that."

There is a long beat of silence. Maybe a couple more. Hikaru's mind sifts through memories. Every interaction with you, every smile, every moment of attention you'd given him. And slowly... reluctantly... he begins to see what Kaoru is suggesting.

The jealousy he feels when you talk to others... is it really romantic? Or is it the jealousy of someone who's never had to share before? The hurt when you prioritize Kyoya... is it heartbreak? Or is it the frustration of coming second when he's always been first in his brother's eyes?

"What if you're wrong?"

Kaoru shrugs, "Or, what if I'm right?"

Before Hikaru can respond, footsteps echo across the courtyard. Both twins look up to find Kyoya approaching, his expression carefully controlled but not hostile It's more thoughtful than anything else. Kaoru immediately stands, squeezing Hikaru's shoulder once before leaving the two and heading back toward the main building.

Kyoya stands before Hikaru with his arms crossed without a word, and for a long moment, it's silent.

"I'm sorry," Hikaru groans.

"I know you are." Kyoya's tone is surprisingly gentle, lacking his usual aura of intimidation when he's upset. "But it's not me you should be apologizing to."

Hikaru nods miserably. "I... I know." he murmurs shamefully.

Kyoya steps forward and settles himself onto the bench beside Hikaru. Not too close, a little stiff.

"I heard what you said. To Kaoru." He says flatly.

Hikaru's stomach drops. "Senpai, I-"

"No, it's... alright. I'm not upset. To be honest, you're not exactly subtle." Kyoya does his best to jest.

"You're not mad?" Hikaru asks cautiously.

"No." Kyoya finally glances at him, and there's understanding in his eyes. "She's easy to care about."

Hikaru doesn't know what to say to that. He'd been bracing himself for anger, possessiveness, for some kind of territorial warning. Definitely not... this.

"Do you want to know what she said to me once?" Kyoya continues. "About you and Kaoru?"

Hikaru hesitates, then nods wordlessly.

"She said that you two were the first people in the Host Club that really made her feel... comfortable. Made her laugh." Kyoya's expression softens slightly. "She values that. Values you. Both of you."

"Really?"

"Yes, she talks about you often. About... how much you've grown, how glad she is to have you as a friend. And she worries about you endlessly." Kyoya pauses.

There is a silence. Hikaru blinks, still not facing Kyoya. He doesn't think the two of them have ever... talked for so long. Alone.

"Her feelings are hurt... but she knows you didn't mean it. And it doesn't change how she feels about you. That's the kind of person she is."

Hikaru feels his throat tightening. "She should be mad at me."

"She's not. She... forgives easily. Too easily, most of the time. Don't take that for granted." Kyoya stands, brushing his shoulder off, the tassels of his costume dance under the movement.

"I won't." Hikaru promises immediately.

"Good." Kyoya begins to walk away, pausing. "She cares about you. As a friend. And that's not nothing."

Hikaru nods, keeping his gaze to the ground rather than on Kyoya. Kyoya regards him with a knowing look, one he knows Hikaru doesn't see, and follows in Kaoru's path to the main building.

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By the time Kyoya arrives back to the club room, Tamaki has managed to direct the ladies' attention back Honey, Mori, and himself. As Kyoya lets the door click shut quietly behind him, you rush to his side.

"Is he alright? Kaoru came back without him and-"

"Hikaru is fine. He's just... working things out for himself." Kyoya places a reassuring gloved hand on your shoulder.

"It's just like you to be worrying about someone else when your pride has been wounded." He teases, leading you back to into the music room's center.

You scoff, "My pride isn't hurt." You shake your head.

Kyoya quirks a brow.

"Well... maybe a little. I know he's..." you chew your lip anxiously.

"I think it's a little bit like when I thought I was losing you to being a hostess, perhaps." Kyoya theorizes.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sure he'll come to his senses. He cares about you... maybe a little more than he should." Kyoya grumbles the second part of his last phrase.

"Oh, come off it. He's a kid, and a girl is sometimes attentive to him and also attentive to others. He's probably just confused." You sigh, waving him off dismissively.

"Indeed." Kyoya chuckles.

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Music room #3 is nearly empty when Hikaru finally works up the courage to return. The guests have all gone, and the decorations somehow look sad in the dimming light, like a party that ended too soon. He finds you alone, methodically packing away teacups and saucers into their proper places.

You're still wearing your gown, though you've rid yourself of the tiara. Your hair falls loose around your shoulders now, catching the golden light filtering through the windows. When you hear the door open, you look up, and the expression on your face is not what Hikaru expected. Not anger, not even hurt. Just... quiet. Understanding, and it makes his chest ache worse than any accusation.

"Hey," you say softly, setting the teacup in your hands on the table beside you.

"Hey." Hikaru hovers near the doorway, looking smaller than you've ever seen him. His costume is rumpled now, his hair messy like he's been running his hands through it.

"You can come in, you know. I'm not going to bite." You almost laugh.

He takes a few hesitant steps forward, then stops again. His hands fidget at his sides, clenching and unclenching, and you recognize the movement. It's what he does when he's trying not to run from an uncomfortable situation.

"I'm sorry." The words come out rushed. "What I said-I didn't mean it. Any of it. You are special, you're amazing, and I was just being stupid and jealous and-"

"Hikaru." You keep your voice gentle, as if he were a spooked animal. "Breathe. Take a breath."

He does so, shakily, and you can see him struggling to hold himself together. You move toward him, slowly.

"I know you didn't mean it," you say simply.

As always, Kyoya was right...

"You... you do?"

"Of course I do." You're close enough now to see the redness around his eyes, the way his jaw is clenched to keep the lump in his throat down. "Hikaru, I've known you for how long now? You think I don't recognize when you're scared?"

"I'm not-" He begins defensively, then deflates. "I was scared. I am scared.

"I know." You reach out and gently fix his rumpled collar. The gesture is automatic, maternal, and you see him blink rapidly.

"I talked to Kaoru. He didn't tell me everything... but he did tell me some."

Hikaru blushes heavily. You hurriedly interrupt his thoughts.

"Don't blame Kaoru. I pestered him." You smile gently.

How do you just... know what he's thinking? It's a skill you've always impressed him with.

"I'm sorry... I know you're with Kyoya-Senpai. I shouldn't have-"

"I understand, Hikaru, don't worry." You reassure, patting the side of his arm.

"I've... been noticing your behavior lately. When I dote on the other members." You say slowly and tenderly.

Hikaru tears his gaze from you and reaches up to scratch the back of his head.

"You've never had to share attention before. I understand. You and Kaoru... you've never had to compete for his attention. But I promise..."

You somehow implore Hikaru to at least look at your expression with just your tone of voice, "You don't have to compete for my attention. Friendship isn't a finite resource... I have plenty to go around." You say playfully.

Hikaru groans, burying his face in his hands, "This is so embarrassing."

You giggle, "Maybe a little. You're quite fun to tease, but I'm trying not to."

Hikaru shoots you a glare that has no real meaning behind it.

"I like you better when you're not lecturing me." Hikaru crosses his arms defiantly.

"What kind of Senpai would I be if I didn't lecture you?" You turn back to your tea service organization.

"Come on now, you're going to help me with this." You say determinedly, not facing him.

There is a moment of silence as Hikaru simply watches you for a brief moment. He finds comfort in how easily you drop an uncomfortable subject.

He falls into a quiet routine beside you, picking up used teacups and saucers and matching them together. After a few brief moments, you speak again.

"You know you're one of my best friends, right?" You peek over at him, hard at work.

Hikaru nods, "I know... you're mine too." He grumbles.

You grin widely. When you can get Hikaru to express affection, you consider yourself immensely lucky.

"You and Kaoru are some of my favorite people. Maybe I like Kaoru more, though..."

"Alright, maybe this was a mistake-" Hikaru sets down the teacups in his hands and you rush to interrupt him.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding. I love you both." You elbow him.

You don't miss the way Hikaru smirks to himself. "I would hope so."

As the two of you fall back into your monotonous routine of tidying up the music room, there is a comfortable silence that falls between the both of you, a silence that only the closest of friends can create together.

The silence between you says more than words ever could, and you both mutually understand each other. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡Next time, on Indeed...♡

Though different than his brother, Kaoru lets slip something he's kept to himself for a long time...

♡We'll see you then!! ♡

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You jolted awake like you’ve done for the past ten days. Your mind was racing and your heart was pounding. You couldn’t stop thinking about Kyoya and what he did so shamelessly to you. The memory of Kyoya's shameless actions consumed you, a relentless loop that replayed with vivid intensity. He had acted without a shred of hesitation, unburdened by remorse, leaving an indelible mark on your consciousness and your body. Your thighs clenched together and your face turns red at the thought of Kyoya back between your legs. 

It was short and passionate, he kissed you more afterwards and refused to give in to your pleasure to return the favor to him. To your displeasure, he refused and reminded you that this “deal” between you is only physical and he didn’t need you that night. The day after he had put back the wall he put between you and barely spoke to you and you did the same by ignoring him for all the next ten days.  No matter how hard you try to get him off your mind and ignore him, the second you close your eyes you can only think about him and what you wish he would do to you. 

All that daydreaming is costing you some A’s on your papers and you won’t settle for less!

This wasn’t you! You were so confused as to why you dreamt so much about him! You used to despise him and his shitty attitude and now you were sexually dreaming of him… Get a grip! You couldn’t lose to him either, you said you won’t fall in love with him, he’s just a high school crush… A crush… You couldn’t possibly have a crush on Kyoya Ootori? He’s a stupid teenager and you are so much more than a teenager that has a crush. You’re independent, you’re talented, intelligent and pretty. 

You went to your mirror to get ready and pointed at your reflection with a twisted expression. “You have to despise him again.” You grunt. “You don’t love him, you lust after him which is not better, but it’s temporary.” 

Under the chilling water, you braced yourself for the day ahead, feeling the exhaustion seep from your bones. It was shaping up to be another one of those rough days. After the shower, you reluctantly checked your agenda, and there it was, like a punch to the gut – an exam last period. Groaning, you realized the day wasn't going to cut you any slack. With a sigh, you steeled yourself for the challenge, hoping you'd find the energy to tackle it when the time came.

You’ve managed to survive two periods before Kyoya dragged you into an empty music room, his lips glued to yours. His gentle hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head upward to part your perfect lips so his tongue can meet yours. 

As your lips meet in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, time seems to pause, allowing every tender sensation to unfurl. The warmth of Kyoya’s breath mingles with yours, creating an electric current that courses through your body. The gentle exploration of lips and tongues is a language of desire, each movement deliberate and sensuous. Every touch is deliberate, sensuous, and in those stolen moments, it's like you're wrapped up in this emotional symphony. The world outside just kind of disappears, and all that's left is this mix of vulnerability and desire hanging in the air. It's intense, like you're caught up in something so much bigger than just a kiss.

You broke the kiss first and his eyes searched yours with this lust that glimmered in them. 

You whisper while looking up at him.  “I can’t keep doing this.” 

He huffs. “What do you mean?”

“We only kiss when you want it, not when I want to.” You tell him. “I try to do it at school and you kind of… do not reciprocate until you want me.”

“Because it’s fun to see you turn red. If you want my attention you’ll have to try harder y/n.” He smiles softly, seeing you didn’t find it funny he continued. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” That was the least you’d expect from him. You were quite shocked in all honesty. 

“I want to make a new rule to our arrangement. We can’t kiss or anything until the end of the winter exams.”

“That’s a whole month, you sure you want to risk it?”

She huffs. “Risk what?”

“Miss me.” He smirks. “Miss my touch.” He whispers leaning closer to your ear. “Miss my tongue.” You push him away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes at him.

“You're willing to go to great lengths to prove a point; I respect that," he chuckles. "But don't come running back when you start feeling those butterflies right here." He licks his lips as his hand trails down your lower belly. "And find yourself needing me to deal with it."

All that gentleness and kindness was now gone. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Aw.” He clutched at his heart with a playful smile. “Fine. I agree to your terms, we’ll wait after the final exams. We wouldn’t want your grades to be worse than they already are.”

“They are not THAT bad.” You roll your eyes again. “Besides, it’s only a slip up and you know it.”

“It's because you can’t stop thinking about me, is it?”

“You wish.” You bark back before leaving the classroom to go study on your break.

That damn idiot.

The first snow finally arrived and you were so happy, it was the middle of december and you were ecstatic. You and the Club decided to take your little club activities outside on a beautiful day like that. It wasn’t too cold, nor too hot, just the perfect temperature for you to be able to roam around the campus without freezing to death. You were walking with Haruhi and Renge arms intertwined together laughing at Renge’s behavior towards something Asahi said earlier that day. She was red with anger and told you how stupid that boy was and blah blah blah… You and Haruhi couldn’t help but roll your eyes and her poor attempt to conceal her attraction to that guy. 

Around you, the girls were gawking at the three of you hanging out together, seeing how fond you are for one of another made their heart melt. You realized a few months ago how easy it is to make them fall for false charm… or just being yourself. 

You can see on the ground two shadows behind you and you smirk to yourself as you duck an incoming snowball. 

“How did you know?” Hikaru gasps. 

You smirk. “You can’t outwin a snowball fighter champion.”

“Is there such a thing?” Haruhi asks, not entirely convinced and she was right to do so. It was a shit title you just had invented to make the twins busy up in their mind for you to catch the heavy snow, form it into a ball and throw it at Kaoru’s face. 

“You–!” He gasps as you duck to get another one in which you failed to hit the boy another time with the snowball and it was too late… he tackled you to the ground. You yelp as his heavy weight carried you to the ground, but never crushed you as he was holding himself up. You can hear soft giggles and gasp from some of your guests at this incident.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You chuckle at this embarrassing situation. Suddenly, someone shadowed the both of you. A strong hand gripped Kaoru’s collar and yanked him with ease off of you. The very same hand helped you stand up on your feet. You look up to see Kyoya’s harsh gaze on the twin. 

“Tackling a defenseless girl is not very nice is it not, Kaoru?”

“I wasn’t defenseless.” You mumbled under your breath. The boys were all confused as to why he was defending you openly in front of everyone. He rolled his eyes at your comment.

“It was all in good fun.” He replies winking at you and that owed him a snowball to the face by none other than Kyoya who had a shiteating grin glued on his face. “It’s on four eyes!” Kaoru yells picking up snow and throwing it directly at him and yet, it hits you. Kyoya used you as his personal meat shield. 

“Using a defenseless girl as a meat shield is not very nice is it not, Kyoya?” You barked at him and before another snowball hit you, he grabbed your arms and made you duck with him. 

“Less talking, more fighting.” He adds and you both grabbed a bunch of snow throwing it at the twins, which hit Tamaki and his guests further behind and you giggled at his blushed angry face. 

“Don’t forget about us!” Honey yells as he, Mori and Haruhi join the battle.

It was free for all, everyone was at each other's throats, there were no rules. Dirty tricks, playing safe, anything was on the table. Kaoru was mostly running away from Kyoya as he was chasing him and you running away from Hikaru and Honey as they swore you were their enemy. You were covered from head to toe with snow, you grew cold, but you wouldn’t admit defeat… Never would you admit defeat.

Kyoya was about to throw one at you, with the biggest smirk on his face. Before he could even throw it, Tamaki and Mori used a large empty flower pot filled with snow and dumped it on your opponent. You could keep your giggles in as his ego took a punch. Your laugh was loud and ugly at best, but it sounded melodious to Kyoya as he had made you laugh, a true one.

The bell finally rang and it was all over. “I guess that makes these two the winners of this fight.” You say between two giggles. Kyoya and Hikaru both wrapped one arm over each shoulder and dragged you inside with the rest of the group following you.

Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori and you were all sitting in the same class and the teacher could tell you were all playing outside by the way you were disheveled and face flushed from the cold. A smile was glued on your face as you felt Kyoya gazing at the back of your messy hair.

You kept ignoring Kyoya for the next month, burying yourself in books at school, at home, and even in your dreams. The grind of studying became a monotonous escape, but it couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off. You couldn't shake the fact that you were shutting out Kyoya completely. The silence between you two weighed heavy on your mind, and even as you immersed yourself in equations and facts, it felt like you were losing something more than just time. The sacrifice of connection for academic gains started to seem like a questionable trade-off. You missed him? No. You’re not that desperate that you miss Kyoya. 

Tomorrow was your last exam before the Christmas break and you were thinking how excited you were to be done with it. You were in bed with your phone in your hands and texted Kyoya, but he was faster than you.  

Good luck tomorrow, goblin shark.

You crack a smile and respond quickly.

I changed my mind… You’re a sunfish. Good luck, Kyoya.

The final bell rang and she could cry tears of joy. You were done with your exams and could finally relax. You took your time to pick up your stuff as you reminisced about the last month and a half and how hard you’ve worked on your studies and how hard it was to actually ignore Kyoya. 

At first it was easy, he became this cold wall of ice as he was before you started school here and slowly it became harder when you two had to meet for a monthly dinner with both families. That night you sat side by side at dinner and his hand was on you the entire time. His slender fingers tracing circles on your thigh, his hand trailing up under your skirt just for you to want, no, need more. After that dinner, you came home like an absolute mess. You were angry at him and yet you only wanted him closer. When you came back to school, you avoided him like the plague no matter how close you two were sitting in class. 

After finally finishing packing your bag, your cheeks still warm from the lingering memories of dinner, you stepped out of the classroom. There was one last thing you needed from the music room before heading home.

The hallways were empty as you entered the music room, moving toward the secret trunk where you kept some of the eccentric costumes Tamaki always insisted you wear. You were so absorbed in whatever was on your phone that you didn’t even notice someone approaching—until you felt a hand pull you swiftly into the empty dressing room. You were about to yell at whoever dragged you, but were cut off by familiar lips crashing into yours. The soft groan that escaped his mouth made her knees grow weak. 

“The exams are over.” He whispers between kisses. “I’ve been patient, but I need this, I need you. Please let me have this.” Was he begging? You dropped your bag and lightly pushed him to the wall behind him, the mirror directly on both of them. 

You had the upper hand whether he liked it or not. And you were going to take advantage of it.

“We will do this my way.“ your fingers graze over his clothed erection — his hips buck up into your touch, “Or we won’t be doing anything at all,” he hisses, as a giggle escapes your lips. “What will it be?” You’re dragging the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock, your eyes nearly hypnotized by the slight of it, thick beads of precum dripping from the slit, before your gaze finds his again, softening.

“Your way.” He breathes and you drop to your knees, your fingers find their way around the base of his cock, drawing a ragged gasp from his lips, before you lean down and flick your tongue against his leaking tip.

Your tongue drags a thick stripe up his cock, before beginning to trace along one of his veins, your fingers slipping up to use his pre to rub up and down his length. Your thumb teases his slit, and a hiss leaves his lips, a smirk against his dick. 

“Fuck…” He looks down at you, then back at the mirror, eyes half shut. You take a peek at the mirror and he would be your undoing, he looked like a mess. You've never seen him like this and it was so satisfying knowing that he was the one who came crawling.

He groans, when his tip brushes against your throat, his fingers finding your scalp to try and ease you off,  “Y/n–” He groans before he’s cumming down your throat, hot release painting your mouth. As soon as you were done, releasing him from your mouth he leaned down to kiss you again. It was needy, messy, but it was something you dreamt of no matter how pissed at him you were before.

He holds your jaw gently. "Don't do this to us, ever again." Us... She couldn't do this ever again, because she did miss his touch as much as he did and she was so close to give up may times, but her pride put her in place. She didn't have the proper words to answer him, so her lips found his once more.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

Mori  

Mori is pretty quiet, but things like this made him want to scream. How could someone do this to someone as amazing as you?  

He's offered you to teach your stepfather a lesson, which of course you denied. The fear in your eyes made him double back on what he just offered. You were scared of your step father either hurting Mori (not likely, especially if he brings Honey), or your step father getting madder and hurting you more 

So he simply stuck to helping you treat your wounds. At first you didn't know what to think. He stayed neutral the whole time he pressed disinfectant on your cuts as you sniffled and hide behind the shadows drawn on your face by the dullness of the room.  

Once he was done wrapping you up he simply stayed where he was kneeling in front of you, looking up at you continued to try to calm yourself down, and when you were unable, he placed a hand on your knee. Mostly to let you know it was ok to cry.  

If you'd rather he not tell anyone, your secrets were safe with him, but you had to at the very least move out. He didn't want you to suffer anymore... so he'd listen whenever you needed to talk. And he hear with his heart  

Whenever he saw you smiling through your pain and worry during the schools day, his throat felt like it was closing up. You didn't deserve this, and it hurt him to see you like this  

"…(y/n)…." 

Tamaki  

When he first heard about the rumors of your abuse, he was shocked. How could you not tell him something so important? He'd immediately find you and ask if they were true. For other rumors he'd usually comfort you publicly and in a comical way, but this time he made sure you two were both alone in the club room  

As you looked out the window into the sunset he came up behind you, hugging you against his chest. Calmly he'd ask you about it and when he felt you tense he already knew. You didn't even have to say anything.  

Turning you around and hugging you close he began to whisper comforting words of how strong you were and how you just had to hang in there. AT first he'd be at a lost as to what to do to help, but he figured you would appreciate it if the rumors stopped, so he shut them all down.  

Afterwards, he'd hire Kyoya to track down your stepfather and find out any information he could to use against him. He'd be doing this in secret of course. He didn't want to worry you more.  

And during the day, he'd distract you. Flirting, dates, silly fiascos to get you laughing. Anything to get your mind off of what was happening. He'd also invite you on rips a lot, mostly to get you away from your step father.  

Once he had enough things to use against your step father, he had a private meeting with him. You noticed that after that, he'd hesitate around you. You had your suspicions as to how this happened, but didn't question Tamaki.  

"Don't you worry my darling! Your beloved knight in shining armor shall save the day~"   

Kyoya 

He noticed a bruise on your arm, but thought It was just because you bumped into something. Then he noticed more and more appearing as the day passed. He knew something was wrong, so he tried to think of anything that had changed recently. There he remembered your stepfather.  

He never liked the man to begin with, and now he was doing this to you?  

Confronting you about it was the first thing on his list. This was something important, and if he was to do something, you had to be aware that he knew. So you both talked about it one day, and it went a different way than what he had anticipated  

When you started to cry and tremble while telling him your story, he was a bit surprised. He came in thinking professionally as usual, but now he felt the emotions he tried so hard to suppress. Pure anger. His blood boiled. How dare that (insert insult word of your choice here) do something like so to an angel such as yourself.  

He didn't want or need your approval for what was to come next. It had to be done for your own good. He usually avoids trouble, he has to look out for #1. But ever since he was with you, you have been the #1 (oh...my...goodness....Sorry that was cheesy!)  

First Meeting:

surprisingly enough, the way you two met was through his father 

you just moved from America and your dad had business with Kyoya’s 

after meeting you, Kyoya’s dad, Yoshio Ootori, was determined to have you meet his son 

you made arrangements to come back when his son was there, wanting to please your father

it’s hard to do such a thing 

you are an only child and a female 

in America, it would’ve been easier to take over his company

but in Japan? 

it’s near impossible now 

either way, you do all you can to make the man happy  

and if making an arranged marriage with this boy would do that, then you’d do it in a heartbeat 

even if you’d rather marry someone you love

you came back the next day for lunch, sitting at a big table with the Ootori family and your mother and father 

Kyoya was nowhere to be found 

suddenly, you hear a boisterous voice come from outside of the large dining room 

“But, Kyoya! I need help with my Japanese! I also want to use one of those Kotatsu things!” you hear someone shout in Japanese, but with an accent 

you don’t hear a response

instead, you hear a maid softly tell the gentlemen that Kyoya’s family and the guests are waiting in the dining room 

there are then quick footsteps to the dining room 

two maids open the door and in strolls a blond and a raven-haired male 

they both stare at Mr. Ootori before looking around the table 

both of their eyes eventually stop on you 

“Son, you’re late, and you brought a guest,” Mr. Ootori says with a hidden emotion

they are both silent for a moment before the blond speaks up 

“Sorry, Mr. Ootori. I can leave. I held Kyoya up an-”

“It’s alright. Why don’t you both take a seat?” he says in a sugary sweet tone, motioning for a maid to set another place down for the blond 

Kyoya was sat right across from you 

his gaze makes you feel insecure all of a sudden 

“Sorry about being so late. I’ll make it up to you somehow,” Kyoya apologizes to your family 

your father speaks up first, smiling at him as he did so 

“No worries, young man.” 

you could hear his American accent when he spoke 

he then glances at you, expecting you to say something  

your eyes widen at this realization as you clear your throat 

“Oh, uh, yes. It’s quite alright. We were quite early, anyway,” you reassure 

Kyoya gives you both a smile, it seeming a bit fake to you but you weren’t about to call him out on it

“Let’s eat,” his father announces 

from there, you ate in silence and only spoke when spoken to, just like your father taught you

about halfway through lunch, the blond started speaking to you 

he introduced himself and you both started a conversation from there

you couldn’t help to let the serious facade fade and to smile at the boy 

he was very sweet and funny, even if he was kind of loud

you discovered he’s quite goofy 

after dinner, Mr. Ootori offered to show your dad to his office to talk further about business plans 

he instructed his son to ‘entertain’ you 

you, Kyoya, and Tamaki made your way out

“What would you like to do, Miss (L/n)?” Kyoya asks in a formal tone 

you hold back a frown at his tone 

is he always so serious? 

“Let’s go to the garden! I’m sure (Y/n) would like it!” Tamaki basically shouts 

Tamaki offers you his arm, which you happily take

he then leads you to the garden which you did, in fact, fall in love with 

Kyoya was relieved that Tamaki was easily able to entertain you but knew his father would be mad at him if he found out it wasn’t his son who was the one entertaining you

so with that thought, he comes over to you and starts informing you on the different flowers, their meaning, etc. 

you spend some time with the two boys in the garden before hearing your dad’s booming voice

you turn and see your father waiting on you, nodding your head to let him know you heard him

you turn back to the boys and flash them a smile, bowing to them since you read that’s what you’re supposed to do when thanking someone

“Thank you for showing me the garden. See ya later,” you thank before walking away to go over to your father

Kyoya’s eyes follow your figure as you leave, the gears in his mind churning 

First Time Hanging Out:

Kyoya’s father never told him why exactly he had to interact with you so much

“Text Y/n.” “Invite Y/n over for dinner.” “Give Y/n a call.”

and now, he wants him to take you out

his father made reservations for you two at one of the most expensive restaurants in the area, then making plans to go see a musical 

when you saw a limo outside of your house, you grew very nervous 

this felt like a date

but like not a date?

Kyoya was taking you to places that couples go on dates but Kyoya just didn’t really seem interested in you? 

you get into the limo with a smile slapped onto your face, kindly greeting the handsome male 

he greets you before going quiet

he then remembers that he’s supposed to get you to like him or whatever his father said 

so, he strikes up a conversation with you  

you quietly respond as he speaks to you, feeling a little uncomfortable 

about halfway to wherever you’re going, he seems to give up on talking to you 

you feel a bit guilty for not really participating in the conversation but how could you?

he was acting like someone is holding a gun to his head and forcing him to talk to you

you sigh as you stare out the window, your eyes lighting up at the sight 

the sun was setting, making reds and oranges paint the sky

Kyoya notices the look in your eyes, a weird feeling coming up in his chest 

he helps you out of the car once you reach the restaurant, not seeing the expression on your face

the said expression on your face is one of shock 

sure, your dad is a CEO of a company but that doesn’t mean you are insanely rich and get to blow your money on whatever

your dad gave you money when you asked for it 

which is close to never 

as you both take your seats, your entire body is stiff

you felt like if you breathed too much, you’d knock the expensive vase full of flowers off the table somehow 

Kyoya notices your tense state but doesn’t comment on it 

when you’re brought your menus, you try to find the cheapest thing available, which is not cheap at all in your book 

you didn’t even have an appetite anymore 

finally, Kyoya can’t take it anymore 

“Would you like to go somewhere else?” he offers

you let out a breath of relief, nodding your head with a small smile

“Yes, please,” you whisper

he offers a hand to assist you to stand up, you lightly taking it 

once outside, he turns to face you 

“Where would you like to go?” 

you look around before spotting a McDonald’s, smiling as you point it out 

“I want to go there,” you say with a bright smile 

Kyoya internally groans at the sight of the greasy place, wondering why you’d want to go there out of all places 

“Alright. Let’s go,” he says in an almost monotone voice 

you happily lead the way, your stomach growling a bit 

you didn’t really care for McDonald’s all that much but it reminds you of home 

of America 

you order for the both of you and pay before he can even blink 

you lead him to a table once you get your food, giggling at his expression 

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”

he studies the food as you eat a fry, acting as if it’ll start moving 

“It’s fine. Besides, you paid for it,” he says softly, picking up a fry and slowly eating it 

he wouldn’t admit it out loud but it didn’t taste that bad 

you both eat and, surprisingly, have a proper conversation 

you seemed much more relaxed and happy as you ate the fatty food 

Kyoya just didn’t understand you 

after you both finished eating, he told you about the musical 

you agreed to go to that since you changed the food plans 

you go together and you both actually enjoyed it. It was entertaining in different ways 

once he takes you home, you were kind of sad to leave 

he and Tamaki are the only things you have close to friends 

First Dance:

okay yeah, so, normally people don’t dance unless they go to a school dance or their significant other is just that romantic 

but the Ootori’s are far from normal 

they hold some sort of ball every year for some reason or another (you weren’t really listening)

your father made you dress up like a princess

makeup and all (you look kinda like a clown in your opinion. Your face feels ten times heavier)

after knowing Kyoya and Tamaki for a while now, you were all kind of friends now

if you can call it that 

you and Tamaki are for sure

you hang out all the time

Kyoya though? 

you weren’t sure if you could call him a friend 

Tamaki told you that they associate with each other because of a club

Kyoya would have no interest in him if there wasn’t something for him to gain 

it broke your heart to hear that 

Tamaki is such a caring person who deserves the world, in your opinion

he’s been through so much, he deserves to have a best friend 

I suppose he sees you as his best friend 

anyway, you eventually reach the Ootori estate after a boring drive with your father (he kept telling you how to act, eat, walk, speak, blah blah blah)

you head up the steps as soon as the door is open for you, taking in the fresh air with a smile 

 as soon as you get inside, you feel suffocated again 

you wanted to run to the garden, which is where you normally go when visiting the Ootori’s

your father is right behind you though, leading you to the long table piled with food 

you realize it’s because that’s where Kyoya is 

he ‘drops you off’ there before walking away to speak to important people 

Kyoya gives you a nod in acknowledgment before taking a sip of whatever he’s drinking in that fancy glass of his 

you face the table and can’t help but to feel your mouth water 

you’re starving 

your dad is forcing you on this stupid diet to have you be thinner 

‘men like their women thin,’ he said

it made you want to puke 

back in America, he was a pretty chill dad 

ever since we got here though, it’s like there’s a devil on his shoulder whispering all this nonsense to him 

maybe it’s that Mr. Ootori...

you didn’t even realize you’re stuffing your face, literally shoving as much as you can into it, before you feel a tap on your shoulder

you’re still chewing when you turn around, seeing a slightly older gentleman offering his hand to you 

“May I have this dance, Miss L/n?”

you quickly gulp down the food and take his hand with a polite smile 

dad says that you should always accept offers to dance 

you didn’t want to dance with this guy though 

he’s not that much older than you but he’s clearly not in high school anymore 

he also has too much cologne on 

and you just want to stuff your face with those delicious looking Mushi Pan

but alas, you're forced to dance

it seems that a slow song starts just as you step out onto the dance floor 

you’re are about a minute into the song before someone taps on his shoulder, making him pause and turn around 

“May I cut in?”

the guy huffs a bit but nods his head, bowing to you a bit before stalking off 

you bite back a smile as Kyoya takes ahold of your hand and waist

“Didn’t take you as a dancer,” you tease, letting your hand fall onto his shoulder

he hums as he looks anywhere but you as he replies

“I’m talented in many subjects, including dancing.”

you roll your eyes at his bragging, sighing as you look away from him

“That man was a terrible dancer,” he continues when you don’t reply 

you frown at his words, refusing to look at him 

“Reminds me of you trying to cook pancakes,” he teases.

you gasp in mock offense, taking your hand off of his shoulder to hit his chest

“I am great at making pancakes!” you argue, trying not to smile 

a small smile graces his face as he disagrees with you, playful banter being shot between you both 

neither of you realized how long you’d been dancing until his father starts making a speech (apparently he does it every year towards the end of the ball)

Kyoya leads you off the dance floor and back to the food 

“I heard your stomach grumble as soon as you saw the Mushi Pan,” he teases

it’s kinda weird to hear him be so playful 

you lightly shove him before grabbing one of the spongey desserts, taking a bite of half of it and moaning 

“These are literally so good,” you mumble around all the food in your mouth

you were too busy falling in love with the soft yumminess in your hand to realize that Kyoya was giving you the softest look 

okay, maybe he did have a soft spot for you

First Time Giving a Compliment: 

you both are at that phase where accidental touches aren’t so accidental anymore and you’re a lot shyer around him now 

he seems just as confident in himself as always 

so, when he walks up to you while you’re talking to Haruhi and asks you to go to the mall with him 

you’re shocked 

you, of course, agree, trying not to blush

you both head to the mall after the club is done for the day

you both walk around, going into a few stores

neither of you really buy anything 

eventually, Kyoya’s need to shower you in gifts kicks in 

he leads you into a store that he thinks you like and asks what size stuff you wear

you’re embarrassed to tell him things like your pants’ size 

what if he thinks you’re fat?

he doesn’t react in any sort of way really when you tell him 

he then starts walking around the store, picking out things that catch his eye and things he thinks you’ll like 

he then comes back to where you’re standing, admiring a necklace

he hands you a bunch of clothes and tells you to go try it on 

you walk into the dressing room, trying on a pair of jeans and a shirt he picked out 

he’s sitting on a plush chair and looking around when you come back out 

his eyes instantly snap to yours before roaming your body 

he smirks and gives a nod 

“You look good.”

a blush instantly slaps onto your face, biting your lip to hide your smile 

“Thank you,” you whisper

you then scurry back into the dressing room, staring at your reflection 

did that just happen?

did Kyoya Ootori really just give you a compliment?

you silently squeal and jump around happily 

Kyoya watches in amusement as your feet go up to hide behind the door before coming back down to meet the floor 

he can clearly see you fangirling but doesn’t call you out on it

after trying on everything and picking out what you like, you both make your way to the register 

as soon as the cash register says the price, Kyoya is handing over his card before you can even reach for your wallet 

you gape at his card before gaping up at him 

“Why would you do th—”

“Oh, I want to purchase that necklace too,” Kyoya says cooly as he points out the necklace you were eyeing earlier 

“No! We don’t need anything more. Thank you,” you say before the cashier can move

they look between the two of you, trying to decide who to listen to 

“Don’t waste more of your money on me, Kyoya,” you plead, already feeling bad

he sighs before waving his hand at the cashier, nodding his head 

“Alright, that’ll be all.”

you relax at his words, picking up your bag once the cashier hands back your receipt and his card 

you then quickly head for the exit 

Kyoya whispers something to cashier before following after you 

you then quickly lead the way out of the mall, feeling embarrassed and guilty for having him pay for you

Kyoya didn’t mind one bit though 

he’d buy you the world if he could 

First Time Giving You a Gift:

you guessed it 

he went back for the necklace 

and gave it to you for your birthday

your heart didn’t know what to do with itself 

you ended up throwing your arms around him for a hug

he kissed your forehead and held onto you tightly 

this was your first hug 

and man, neither of you wanted to let go 

but alas

you can’t stay in each other’s arms forever 

you tried for a while though before the gang started gagging at the two of you 

you pull away and smile bashfully up at him as you thank him again 

he then asks if he can put it on you 

you hand it over to him and turn around, pulling your hair up 

he slips it between your arms and then pins it behind your neck, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders afterward

you then turn back around with one of the brightest smiles he’s ever seen 

“It looks good on you,” he whispers 

he gets like this now 

all sweet and mushy, even in public 

he liked to keep it as private as possible though, hence the whispering

you try to contain your blush, but it’s impossible at this point

“Thank you,” you say again

First Kiss:

okay so 

I’m sure you guessed this as well 

he initiated it 

it kinda surprised and didn’t surprise you both at the same time 

like 

you both had your suspicions that you liked each other (it helped that literally everyone constantly told you both that you are head’s over heels for each other) 

he took you on a date 

and no, it wasn’t at some fancy schmancy place 

it was at night when he texted you and asked to hangout 

you had to sneak out of your house 

and there was Kyoya waiting for you outside your house 

you both were driven around for what felt like ever before finally reaching your destination 

the middle of nowhere 

you made a joke asking if he’s actually a serial killer and this is where he takes his victims to kill them 

he, of course, joked back and said yes, but you are his favorite victim 

you playfully gushed as he went to the trunk (you made another joke saying he’s getting his ax)

he pulled out a picnic basket and a couple blankets 

you raised a brow as you helped him hold some of the stuff, letting him lead the way 

he led you into a field, the grass going up to your thighs 

then, Kyoya steps into a clearing 

you actually gushed this time when you noticed it’s in the shape of a heart 

“How romantic,” you teased as you set the big blanket down 

it’s getting dark outside but you swore you could see a blush dusted over his cheeks 

you set everything up before getting comfortable 

he then pulled all the food out of the basket, making your heart melt (and your stomach growl) 

he made all of your favorites

no, not the chef 

he did 

you gave him a kiss on the cheek before starting to dig in 

you both talked to each other quietly despite the fact that you two were the only ones out there 

you both admired the sun as it sets 

more so you since he was too busy looking at you 

you both stayed out there for hours. Cuddling, holding hands, sharing secrets, all the goods 

at one point, you both had stopped talking and were just staring up at the stars 

you felt eyes on you, making you turn your head to find a pair of brown-grey eyes focused on you 

you blushed as you studied his eyes 

he’s the only one you know with eyes like that 

you couldn’t see his eyes at one point cause he closed them and leaned in, connecting your lips 

your heart lurched into your throat, deciding it belonged there instead of your chest

you both kissed for a moment before pulling away 

you smiled bashfully at him, feeling a blush coming back to your face 

“That was my first kiss,” you admitted softly 

his eyes widened before he relaxed, smiling back at you 

“Me too. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did,” he whispered

you giggled like a schoolgirl at his words, nodding your head 

you then leaned back in and gave him another kiss 

that happened throughout the night 

after he had asked you to be his girlfriend

First Time Having Sex:

(you remember that episode where Kyoya tugs Haruhi onto the bed and like get on top of her?)

(YEAH BRO)

(that shii hit different)

so 

there you two were

casually hanging out with everyone on your little vacation AFTER HIGH SCHOOL AS ADULTS

Tamaki absolutely refused to let you two share a room 

he said you’d be safer staying in ‘daddy’s’ room

Kyoya straight up told him, “Over my dead body.” 

the twins thought it was hilarious 

you ended up getting rooms right across from each other 

you and Haruhi were sharing a room cause “You two can bond!” 

Tamaki and his ideas, you swear 

you didn’t mind though 

it was fun having girly time with Haruhi 

but you wanted to see your boyfriend 

so, once Haruhi fell asleep, you snuck across the hall to see Kyoya 

and there he sat 

looking tall, dark, and handsome 

he had just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his torso

and shirtless

cleanup in the doorway cause there’s drool everywhere 

it was then you realized you never really get to see him without his glasses 

he stood up silently, walking over to you 

you flashed him a smile, extending your arms a bit as you waited for a hug which is normally how you greet each other 

that clearly wasn’t what he had in mind 

your eyes widened as he tugged on your arm and forced you onto the bed 

you’re pretty sure your heart flew out of your chest and is now somewhere on the floor 

he quickly crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, staring down at you with clouded eyes 

“Oya?” you whispered your nickname for him, your eyes wide as he just silently took you in 

you hadn’t changed out of your swimsuit yet from being on the beach all day 

you had one of his button-up t-shirts on though, which was enough to cover you up 

he didn’t reply as he leaned down to connect your lips

normally, your kisses don’t last long and are super sweet 

or are passionate and include some groping 

this kiss though? It felt fiery and new and exciting 

you instantly returned it, humming softly 

his hands started to roam, starting at your thighs and ending up on your stomach 

he then lifted his hands to start to undo the buttons of his shirt 

once the buttons were all undone, his hands go back to wandering 

he stopped below your chest and pulled back to look down at you, silently asking for permission 

you let out a shaky sigh and nod of your head 

after experimenting with your chest, he started to get serious 

foreplay lasted for a good bit, seeing as how this is both of your first time doing it together

when it came time to do the actual deed, he pulled away to go to the table he was sitting at previously 

you watched him with furrowed brows, your naked body going cold without his touch 

he picked up his wallet and pulled out a condom, turning to you with a smirk 

you snorted with a raise of your brow, leaning back on your elbows 

“You brought a condom? Confident are we?” you teased 

he smirked darkly as he walked back over to you, standing by the side of the bed as he slipped it on 

“I didn’t bring just one,” he said in a deeper tone than normal 

your face instantly got hot

he then took his time with you 

letting you adjust and making love to you 

he wanted it to be perfect for you 

for the both of you 

you felt like you were in heaven 

though, god was probably frowning at you 

you snorted in the middle of Kyoya pulling out to thrust back in 

“Are you laughing at me?” he questioned with a brow going up to hide in his loose hair 

he didn’t even bother giving you a chance to reply and explain 

he just started going faster, making you forget anything you were going to say 

once you both climaxed, he cleaned you both up before holding you in his arms 

you didn’t mean to fall asleep in his arms

but you did 

the next morning, Tamaki came to Kyoya’s room to wake him up, seeing as how everyone else was already at breakfast except for you and him 

Haruhi said you weren’t in the room and she figured you went to the beach as soon as the sun started to rise since you talked about wanting to go shell hunting while enjoying the sunrise 

he didn’t bother knocking and just walked in 

he yelped in surprise and turned around, getting that famously dark blush of his 

Kyoya had his famous murder gaze as you held him back 

“I swear I didn’t see anything!” Tamaki yells as he takes off down the hallway 

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