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I’m not sick pt 2

Kyoya slowly pushed the bedroom door open revealing a sound asleep Haruhi curled in the covers. With light footsteps he made his way over to her. Dark colored eyes observed the woman before him, taking in every feature that may have been skipped over before. From a stranger’s perspective, the scenery seems creepy as hell. But from his perspective, she was the most wonderful, beautiful, and loving girl he’s even seen.

The edge of the bed gave in as weight settled beside her. Nimble but manly fingers caressed her now long brown locks of hair. She stirred in her sleep mumbling one simple word that made Kyoya’s heart ache.

“Mom…”

A frown appeared on his face after hearing that word. Even now her death still affects her. Going back to his original reason for being here, the cloth on her forehead was replaced with a new damp one to keep her fever down. She flinched at the sudden new coldness making her scrunch her nose and slowly peak an eye open to look at the raven-colored haired man. He put on a smile that was gentle and warm, like a cozy fire in a winter’s night.

“How long was I asleep for?” She said still half asleep with eyes flickering about deciphering where she was at. “I remember Yuuichi coming and checking on me. But then I guess I fell back asleep shortly after.” Her brown eyes landed on Kyoya’s which were hidden behind that familiar glare of his glasses.

“You were asleep for a solid 30 minutes.” He put a cool hand on her cheeks causing her to shiver and tuck back down in the covers. “It seems your fever has gone down some. That’s good.” Withdrawing back a simple smile crossed his features. Something was up though, Haruhi could sense it.

“Kyoya.”

“Yes, Haruhi?”

“What’s wrong?”

Fingers pushed at his glasses nonchalantly, “whatever do you mean?” he looked back at her emotions hidden by his perfectly placed mask.

“You’re hiding behind that mask you think I don’t recognize.” Propping herself up on a pillow looking at him with an arched brow.

He let out a soft sigh, she pushed him in a corner. Moving next to her in bed he leaned against the head board draping an arm around her shoulders pulling her to his side.

“You said ‘mom’ in your sleep. I can only assume that you were having a dream about her.”

Haruhi snuggled into his chest recalling feverish dreams to her mind. It all seemed like a blur, she doesn’t really remember any of them. A half-smile formed on her face, “I know she’s still looking out for me, even in my dreams.” She angled her face up to him now wearing her natural host smile.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head pulling her closer to him. “Maybe you’re right.” They laid in that position for awhile, gentle carcasses with pecks of kisses in between.

“You know, when my dad or I got sick. My mom would fix us homemade chicken noodle soup. Man, it was so good too. It always hit the right spot.” Haruhi said between a yawn.

A light bulb went off in Kyoya’s head at that comment. “Would you like me to ask one of the servants to fix you this soup?” He looked down at her watching her eyelids start to close.

“Mhmm. Or if you could make it for me?” She mumbled as she drifted back to sleep from the medicine.

It completely caught him off guard. He? Ootori Kyoya make homemade soup? The whole idea perturbed him. What could he do? He could ask the servants to make it and he lie to her about making it himself? No. She would see right through that like she always does. She was a soon to be lawyer. Not some ditzy rich girl at Ouran. Suddenly, he knew exactly who to contact.

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“Ranka-san, are you sure I’m doing this right?” Kyoya, although stressed, masked his emotions as he turned to his instructor.

“Yes I’m quite sure! Oh Kyoya-kun, I’m so happy that you’re doing this for my daughter! Kotoko would be proud of you too!” Ranka fawned over the man. Rambling about what “a good son in law he will be” and “that he’s so much better than that dumbass Tamaki.”

Kyoya ignored his outlandish comments and over dramatic air as he focused on the dish before him. Noodles with pieces of chicken stirred around in the broth releasing a steamy fragrance of fresh herbs and vegetables. This didn’t seem to be too challenging but then again, he was the third son of a prestigious family where servants did the cooking. Not the residents.

The soup was officially finished, the aroma filling the kitchen wafting in every room. The servants quietly talked amongst themselves commenting how good the young master’s soup smelled. It looked like any other normal soup made but Kyoya was a bit skeptical. He didn’t doubt his perfectionism in other aspects but cooking. Was not one of them.

Two spoons were lifted up to the men’s lips carefully slurping it. One lip smacked with an ‘ah’ while the other was wracking his brain if this was how it was supposed to taste.

“You know Kyoya-kun? This almost surpasses Kotoko’s but no one will ever come first compared to her cooking.” Ranka spoke fondly as the flavors brought back warm, cosy memories. Kyoya internally smiled, praising himself for his could work. But it was up to Haruhi to judge. Not that her sense of smell or taste would be useful due to her cold.

“I can only hope Haruhi will approve.” Kyoya stated after the thought causing Ranka to chuckle shaking his head.

“She most definitely will as it was made by someone she loves.” Ranka looked at the boy turned man beside him with a grateful smile. “Now, I will leave you two be and let me know what she thinks!” He patted his shoulder then left the fancy apartment.

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If Kyoya allowed his nerves to get to the better of him, it wasn’t showing on the outside. The bowl of soup didn’t once clatter or shake as it was carried to the master bedroom. Completely opposite of what he felt on the inside. He’s never once prepared a meal for anyone in his life, especially someone he was in love with.

Calm down Ootori, this is very unbecoming of you. This is Haruhi, it doesn’t take a lot to impress her.

He nodded to himself pushing open the door with his shoulder. She was awake and alert leaning against the pillows. Brown eyes scanned over pages of homework through those hideous glasses she kept for some reason. Kyoya internally cringed seeing them on her but shrugged it off as he got closer.

Haruhi jumped a little as Kyoya cleared his throat, “You’re supposed to be resting not doing homework.” A slight groan escaped her throat as she turned to the man before her. Surprised filled her eyes noticing the bowl full of soup.

He smiled noticing her gaze, “I heard your request, homemade chicken noodle soup.” The bowl was carefully placed in her lap as he discarded her homework back into her back pack.

“Let me guess, you asked Tachibana to go fetch it from some fancy restaurant or you got a servant to make it.” She said with a small scoff looking at him. A sting of annoyance hit him at that comment. With a clear of his throat and glasses adjusted, “No, actually. I made it myself.”

Her eyes widened like a deer in headlights.

“Oh.” She quietly said glancing at the bowl in her lap. The tension from his stare was very obvious making her anxious to take the first bite.

“Itadakimasu.” The bowl was lifted midway before she spooned it in her mouth. Eyes sparkled at the distinct flavors hitting her tongue. Her innards were filled with a familiar warmth of nostalgia.

“This is really good Kyoya.” That wide smile of hers caused a light blush on his face as he looked away.

“Thank you.” He watched her delve into it some more leaning back with a sigh as her tummy was filled with the flavorful liquid.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Haruhi turned to him watching as he sat in bed next to her.

“I don’t” he chuckled looking at her, “your father guided me on how to prepare it properly. I am grateful for that if it pleases you like this.” A hand was placed gently on her cheek, thumb brushing across it. She chuckled leaning into it.

“I will say it can’t beat mom’s soup. But it was close.” Her hand rested on top of his as she smiled softly.

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A week later…

“I feel so much! I’m glad my professor let me make up my test as well as catch up on homework I missed.” She said out loud to Kyoya while taking her heels off her feet at the apartment entrance.

“Yes, that is good.” He responded back from the living room, voice a little scratchy.

Haruhi walked over towards him noticing his unusually messy appearance. Still in his morning clothes, hair disarrayed, and a-skewed glasses. A hand was put on his forehead as she leaned in, “hey you’re not getting sick are you?”

Achoo!

Uh-oh. Now it’s time for the shadow king to recover from being sick.

The end!

Hope you enjoyed and sorry if my honorifics are off. I also apologize for lack of dialogue. To me, actions always speak louder than words and I wanted to express that in this fanfic. To be seen or heard is to be loved. Thank you for reading!

#writing prompt #fanfic #kyoya haruhi #kyoharu #ouran high school host club #part 2/2

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cinnamon-colecakes · 30 days ago

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A one-shot writing prompt as I myself am sick. Gladly appreciate feedback on how to improve my writing! (May or may not have forgotten they both went to the US for grad school. It’s been awhile since I read the manga. Let’s just go with the flow :,)

I’m not sick pt 1

I’m not sick

Thought the petite brunette who looked in the mirror whose reflection said otherwise. Half lidded eyes with dark bags stared back at her making her notice her pale skin slightly flushed, unkempt greasy hair, and poor posture screaming she was unwell.

“Nothing more than a simple cold. I can’t afford to miss classes today.”

With a sigh she began to peel off her pajamas stepping into the shower. The steam felt like a blessing opening her air ways allowing the warmth to fill her body. Muscles relaxed, welcoming the warm hug allowing her to let go of morning tension. Haruhi turned around allowing her back to be sprayed with the hot stream. Her lips formed a soft smile sighing with content. Cheeks flushed even more red as her body temperature began to rise even higher making her a little dizzy. A squeak of the handle signaled the water being turned off as she slid the shower door open stepping onto a plush rug. She was thankful for the still steamy room providing moisture to inhale making her regret opening the bathroom door allowing it to escape to the bedroom.

Immediately she began shivering, her body only wrapped in a towel while going through her closet to find proper clothing. The room was neither cold or hot but with a fever, it didn’t matter. She didn’t hear the soft foot steps coming up behind her a cool hand immediately placed on her forehead causing her to flinch.

“Your hand is freezing Kyoya.” Doe eyes turning to the shadow king of the host club who stared intently at her.

“You’re sick.” He plainly stated.

“I’m not sick. It’s just a little 24 hour bug and I’m not going to miss classes because of it.” Her attention returned back to the clothing at hand. Before she could even grab the preferred outfit, hands on her shoulder lead her back to the bed.

“You are not going anywhere.” His charcoal eyes above the rim of his glasses focused on her. “It’s obvious you’re ill and have a fever. I’ll get Yuuichi to come check you over.” Before leaving his disgruntled fiancée whose arms were crossed over her chest. He headed to the bathroom retrieving her pajamas handing them back to her.

“Now, you are not well enough to go anywhere. I suggest you stay in bed and rest.”

Haruhi stood up with a protest, “Kyoya, I can’t afford to miss my constitutional law class. I have a test for it tomorrow. I’m not that sick!” A smirk played on his lips as slender fingers pushed up his glasses.

“You sounding nasally at the end and your flushed cheeks say otherwise.” He gently sat her back down on the bed ignoring her sharp glare.

“I will let your professor know that you are unable to attend class today and you will need to make up for the test.” She was still annoyed at him telling her what to do but, she did feel sick. The fever was taking its toll on her body. A film of sweat graced her forehead while her body become more flushed. She rubbed her eyes and sighed “Okay, I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay in bed.”

A rare, genuine smile appeared on the shadow king’s face. “Good. Please, let me take care of you Haruhi.” He softly said hands on her cheeks.

“Okay.” She fully gave in which was not something she would typically do but the energy just wasn’t there. His lips pressed a kiss to her warm forehead, “I’ll call Yuuichi and your professor.” he mumbled against her skin

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“Call me if you need anything else Kyoya. Make sure she drinks plenty of fluids, gets some rest, and takes the medication as needed. She should recover in a week.” The eldest Ootori sibling said walking back to the front door of the apartment.

“Yes I’m well aware of the protocol Yuuichi. Thank you for stopping by.” The youngest Ootori stated curtly pushing his glasses up. The eldest observed his sibling for a moment before nodding and leaving. Kyoya was aware of that look, he’s seen it what felt like a dozen times by now. Haruhi hasn’t been fully approved as a suitable wife for the third son. To them, them being his father and brothers, they saw little to no merit in her. Her father being a drag queen was of no exception. He shook his head, that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was getting her better.

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A feverish sleep with dreams entrapped Haruhi in a whirlwind of emotions. It ranged anywhere from school, the host club, grad school, you name it. But one in particular made her hold on to it for a little longer. It was her with her mother.

“Haruhi!” Called her mother from the apartment’s common room. Little foot steps could be heard running down the short hallway towards the call of her name. Haruhi was about five years old in this dream, the same age that she lost her mother.

“Yes mommy?” Came her pure childlike voice making her way to her mother.

“Since I have some time off from work. How would you like to go on an adventure today? Just me and you!” Her mother’s smile filled Haruhi’s eyes with joy as she jumped up and down repeating yes over and over again. She was so happy that her mom and her could have mommy-daughter time.

Haruhi never wanted the day to end. It felt like absolute paradise to walk with her mother hand in hand. They went to a park and swung on the swing set, fed animals at a petting zoo, and even had lunch at her favorite place ever. What made it more special was that mom allowed her to have dessert before her meal! This was just enough to tucker any child out for the day creating a much needed nap at home.

Kotoko carefully carried a sleeping Haruhi up the apartment steps. She made sure to angle her a certain way so that Haruhi wouldn’t fall out of her arms when unlocking and pushing the apartment door open. Once inside she carefully set her down at the kotatsu making sure to grab a pillow and blanket from her bed. Her mother reached over running her hands through Haruhi’s brown locks singing…

Usagi usagi

Nanimite haneru

Jyūgoya otsukisama mitehaneru

Detadeta tsukiga

Marui marui manmarui

Bonnoyōna tsukiga

Kakureta kumoni

Kuroi kuroi makkuroi

Suminoyōna kumoni

Matadeta tsukiga

Marui marui manmarui

Bonnoyōna tsukiga

#writing prompt #fanfic #ouran high school host club #kyoya x Haruhi #kyoharu #part 1/2

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