#ouranking

[v; lifestyles of the rich and the famous (heiress ohshc au)]

   Host Club activities were finally done for the day. While the teen felt exhausted and ready to head home, he decided to stay a little late to go over some important things for the club. As he packed up, he told Hikaru to head home without him and he’d met him there soon. Shouldn’t take him too long. With a quick hug and a little reassurance pep talk to his brother, he waved goodbye and collected his things. 

       “Hey Milord.”

   Kaoru waited for everyone to be gone before approaching the club president with a sketchbook in hand. He placed it down on a table and flipped to a specific page to show off his newest costume designs for the Host Club members. 

   This had been a reoccurring thing for a couple of weeks now. The younger student staying back to discuss costume ideas with Tamaki. With all the time they had been spending together, Kaoru was seeing a different side of his friend. A side that he really liked. He genuinely enjoyed the one-on-one moments with him. What he felt was a familiar feeling but incredibly different as well. What was it?

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His was expecting part of it. Being cut off, his resources being taken from him, but this? Kyoya didn’t think his father would genuinely just throw him out like he’d been absolutely nothing to him in the first place. His mother had said nothing, hadn’t even spared him a glance. There already felt like a hollowness, as though a fist sized hole had been put through his chest.

Kyoya began to search his pockets for his things, hoping for something that might be able to help him survive the night. He had a bag with a few sets of clothes in them, but that was just about the extent of what he’d been allowed to take from his room. He would easily come across his wallet. No doubt, his expense card would be shut down before he could even make it somewhere to borrow a phone. However, as he looked through it a bit more, he was thankful to find some cash. Perhaps, at  least, he’d be able to pay for a cab ride and a hotel room for a few  nights.

Tamaki. 

Brown eyes widened as he came to the realization of the fact that he’d have to make him aware of what happened. That alone made him feel sick to his stomach, and felt like it was best to avoid it to the best of his ability. That would be an issue for later. Tonight, his priority was not sleeping in the streets.

“Uncle wanted me to give you this.”

Most customs would involve GREETING the person first. Maybe even engaging in small talk about how they were doing (everyone said “good” even when they weren’t), what they thought of the weather (universal like or dislike, depending on the season), or other pleasant chatter before reaching any point. But, whether too used to the Suoh boy’s presence in the shop to brandish manners anymore—or drastically NOT TALKATIVE in the first place—Zuko didn’t so much as say a hello before diving in.

In his hand, he held out a hefty pouch of loose tea, shaking it once as if to hold the attention of a dog and not an actual person in front of him. “For your club.” Tamaki hadn’t even reached his seat; by now, he knew his classmate’s USUAL, and didn’t honestly consider how ridiculous it looked that he went darting out to meet him as swiftly as he did. “Or, uhh... whatever it is; you could just keep it for yourself, too. I don’t think it matters, really.”