#Kyoya Ootori x Oc

[cursedvida]

The Art of Unplanning (Kyoya x OC) c.II

Summary: Kyoya Ootori always had a plan, but over the years and thanks to his friends, he had realized that a bit of improvisation could yield very good results. He hadn’t planned on spending his last year of high school abroad, but when Haruhi and Tamaki went to Boston, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to get a head start on the inevitable. It wasn’t also part of the plan to end up applying to universities in the United States either, or for Tamaki to show up at his house unannounced when Haruhi had too much studying to do and needed to focus, but those were acceptable surprises.

Yes, there were many things that weren’t planned and turned out well, but many more, like meeting that spoiled brat, had disaster written all over them from the start.

[ty-does-blogs]

"It feels like flying" [Chp 1]{Pt2}

Enkai looked at the blond and smiled before looking at the raven haired boy next to him. Now this one, he made their heart skip beat. It was the same feeling that they had every time they had to do a retune using silks. Meeting with the two boys at the edge of the mat, enkai smiled at them." Hey what are you doing here?" She asked hugging the blond boy." I came to see you before you started at Ouran." He said hugging his friend back. Before stepping back so his raven haired friend could meet her." Also seeing you perform is the best! Anyways this is my best friend kyoya!" Tamaki said intruding him to them. Enkai smiled their normal smile. This had caught him off guard.

Kyoya quickly regained his cool composer before shaking your hand giving you a nod." My name is Kyoya Ootori. Pleasure is mine." He said his calm voice had a different effect on them than normal. Enkai felt their face run a bit red but they couldn't tell if it was just flushed from the routine or from him. The three walked out to meet Enkai's family who waited for them at the entrance of the meet hall. A light gasp was herd as the woman with long black hair walked over to meet the three of them." Tamaki! I haven't seen you since you were a babe back in France." She said giving him a tight hug that he happily returned to her." Very true mon ami. We just came to see enkai before they started at ouran tomorrow!" Tamaki said smiling brightly moving kyoya closer to the group. She smiled and nodded as the other boy joined the group. " Mom I'm quickly goanna go change and then we can leave." Enkai said before giving her mother an hug and waving the two boys off.

As they walked off enkai couldn't help but think about the raven haired boy that had a new found hold on their heart. The feel of the cold metal brought enkai out of their thoughts as multiple girls passed her as they changed into some more comfortable clothes." Hey that new routine was amazing ." Some girl said passing them by." Thanks." Enkai said with a small smile before closing the locker and leaving the changing room. As they walked through the crowded lobby, suddenly enkai bumped into someone." oof. I am so sorry." She began before looking up and seeing the person she bumped into was kyoya.

A light chuckle came from his chest." It's quite alright my dear. Just don't fall for me." He said and used his arm to help steady them up." Thanks." She said the small blush moving from their face to the tips of their ears. A couch came from her father as the two turned and faced him." Well, now that my shining athleat is here we can go eat." The hardy man said as the group moved towards the exit." So, now that your back sis, are you ready to go back to school?" Said the lean boy with bright auburn hair said looking at his sister.

She nodded as they all climbed into the black limo that was waiting for them outside.” I am so excited about going back. Its going to be nice to actually stay in my bed for more than a couple of days." They said as she began undoing their hair that had been keep up for the showing." So how long have you been performing for?" Kyoya asked sitting next to her and Tamaki. He watched as the two kids swapped places so their mom could help fix Enkai''s hair. They looked like almost identical copies of each parent with slight differences on each child.

While enkai had their dads bright hazel eyes. Her brother Akio had his hair. " Professionally i've been performing since i was about 13. Over all tho? I've been performing since i could walk." Enkai said as their parents smiled brightly." My little girl is a natural on the gym floor. Akio on the other hand." Her mother started." He takes after my brain and smarts." Their father finished with a small huff." O be quite. She got your brains as well. But you have your successor and i have my gym star." Her mother said, turning to face their father.

Who still had a slightly disappointed look on his face. Letting out a small smile and laugh she kissed his check." I love you mon amour." Their father said smiling and capturing their mother in a kiss." O come on you guys! You've got kids in the car." Akio said and turned away from his parents and a laugh was heard from enkai." What? I think its cute how in love mom and dad are. Imagine if they couldn't stand each other." She said as their mother continued to fix her hair. He nodded. To both of them their parents set a very high bar. It was known throughout their family's that their parents were in true love.

[l-sincline]

Girlish Whimsy Chapter 12

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she’s up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who’s equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

The overnight transformation that had taken place was quite astounding, actually. Asuka couldn’t help but be minutely impressed. 

As if she hadn’t slept at all, Renge had arrived the next day and given all the hosts a complete overhaul on their personalities. Though Asuka couldn’t help but sense something fishy about the whole thing— she had a thought on what to look up, but for now she was trapped under Renge’s fiery gaze as the rest of the boys ‘rehearsed’ around the room. 

“It needs to be big! A statement piece!” Renge declared. 

“Hmmm…” Asuka bit her bottom lip, “Usually the engagement ring is the statement piece if any…”

“The bride is always right.” Renge shot back. 

Asuka glanced up, she could now admit that phrase wasn’t as fun when it was being used against her. She sighed and tapped her pen on her notebook a few times before making a few new scribbles. 

“Okay, so, big diamond. Gold band. You could do more small diamonds around the big diamonds or…”

“Or?” Renge seemed to get excited. 

“Some rubies for a pop of color?” Asuka suggested as she turned the notebook around to face Renge. Important note, this was not her usual notebook. No, she’d decided to leave that one at home for however long Renge was here reigning terror. 

Renge squealed in delight.

“Oh perfect! It reminds me of that time I gave him a scarf! It was such a cold day-“

Renge’s tangent began to fall on deaf ears. Asuka glanced across the room, Tamaki seemed to be really getting into it. The twins as well, seemed that they were usually up for anything. Haninozuka and Morinozuka seemed reasonably uncomfortable with whatever lines they were rehearsing, while Fujioka stood idly by Kyouya— who had clearly given up on all of this and instead turned to his own notebook. 

“Alright, well!” Asuka exclaimed suddenly, cutting Renge off, “I really ought to get to ordering the materials for these rings since you want them expedited. You know how it is.” She shot Renge one of her very own fake smiles as she took back her notebook and shut it. 

“Of course!” At the sound of the rings being made, Renge seemed to lose any anger she might’ve had over being cut off, “I’ll give you a free copy of our movie as a token of my thanks for getting everything done so fast!”

“Gee! Thanks!” Asuka stood, “Goodbye now!” 

With that, she once again rushed towards the door. 

-

“What the hell was it called…” Asuka’s finger tapped the table relentlessly. 

“Can you give me some details?” Mayu asked from next to her. 

They sat in Ouran’s computer lab. It was a recent addition, she’d found out after finding it but not seeing it on a map of the school. But it made sense, Ouran was meant to have all the best facilities for its students— so of course it would have some brand new computers too. Even if students seldom came down here. 

“Uhg… it was something really otaku-ish. Like…Yuki Doki?” 

“Uki Doki Memorial?” 

Asuka quickly typed the words into the search bar and sure enough, a dating sim popped up. Though the look of the characters only questionably looked like the rest of the guys, Kyouya definitely looked quite recognizably like one of the dateable characters. 

“Huh. If she already had a few screws loose it’s no wonder she got confused.” Asuka thought aloud to herself before snapping over to look at Mayu, “Wait. How did you know that?” 

Mayu looked sheepish for a moment, “I like to play dating sims, okay? They’re just nice sometimes. Maybe you should try one.” 

“Like this one?” Asuka asked incredulously. 

“God no.” Mayu laughed, “Uki Doki Memorial is awful. The character archetypes are so bland and yet so over the top at the same time. You feel like you’re talking to cardboard half the time.”

Asuka snorted and then looked back to the computer, adding the word ‘plot’ after her initial search of Uki Doki Memorial. She quickly found a forum that offered a decently plot summary and hmm’d to herself, leaning back in her chair. 

“It’s just like I thought.” She whipped out her phone. 

“What?” 

Asuka Kaneko

Renge is making you guys reenact Uki Doki Memorial’s plot line, btw. Ouran Host Club copyright scandal?? :-( 

She added the last part facetiously, hoping that it might buy even an exhale from Kyouya— but who knew. With how wacky Renge was, it very well could become an issue. 

“Oh my god- what!? Spill! Who are you texting about Uki Doki Memorial!?” Mayu suddenly leaned over and grabbed her phone. 

“Hey!” 

“From Kyouya Ootori: Figures. Thanks. I’ve got it under control. Meet me at the school at noon on Saturday.” Mayu gasped incredulously, holding Asuka’s phone close to her chest as she reached out to try and swipe it from her, “Asuka! Secret rendezvous?!” 

“It’s not like that!” Asuka shot back, making another attempt at her phone. 

“You’re meeting up with Kyouya Ootori in secret on a weekend after having many strange encounters that you mysteriously won’t tell me about and you want me to believe it’s ‘not like that’” Mayu put up air quotes, at which point Asuka was able to snatch her phone back. 

“It’s not.” Asuka reasserted, “We’re working together on something.”

“What did you even text him about before? You just wanted to tell him he looked like this guy?” Mayu jabbed a finger at the screen that still displayed Uki Doki Memorial, “Oh my god! Did you want to play Uki Doki Memorial because Kyouya looks like him!?”

“No! Mayu!” Asuka clacked her phone shut and tossed it onto the table, grabbing her friend’s arm and tugging her closer, “No. No. No. One million times no.”

Mayu looked at her suspiciously. Asuka sighed and let go, leaning back in her chair again. 

“You remember the kind of crazy girl that showed up at the end of the Host Club session yesterday?” Asuka asked. 

“Yeah.” Mayu responded, wide eyed in wonder as her friend seemed to finally share some information with her. 

“Well, she came in and pretty loudly declared that Kyouya was her long lost love and that they were engaged.” Mayu gasped appropriately, “But she let it slip that she was obsessed with this dating sim and this guy-“ now it was her turn to jab a finger at the screen, “-so we figured she deluded herself into thinking she was engaged to Kyouya.” 

“Okay…” Mayu trailed off, “But why-“

“I’m not even done yet.” Asuka cut her off, “I got in trouble with her because I laughed when she called Kyouya her Prince Charming, so I got sucked into their weird after club meeting by her. Just when I’m about to leave, she suddenly declares that she knows I’m a Kaneko and I’m now in charge of making her and Kyouya’s wedding rings.”

Mayu giggles, but stays silent. 

“Today I go in to, I don’t know, pretend I’m designing their wedding rings— and she’s got all of them running lines. She’s like, completely overhauled the club, given them all new personalities and whatever. While I was working with her, I realized that there was no way she came up with all this overnight and managed to come in with that much energy this morning. So I decided to look up the Uki Doki Memorial plot and…” Asuka ends her tale by gesturing to the screen once more. 

“She’s using the Host Club to recreate Uki Doki Memorial?” Mayu concludes in amazement, “Wow. She does sound nuts.” 

“I know.” Asuka nods confidently. 

“So you were texting Kyouya to tell him what you found out?”

“Precisely.”

Mayu sits back and thinks for a moment. 

“But why do you care?” 

“What?” 

“I mean all you had to do was leave. You could’ve even said no to Renge asking you to design the rings. You’re just a customer, it’s none of your business.” 

Asuka sighs. Mayu can be mighty observant, sometimes she forgets that. And now wasn’t really the appropriate point to tell her she’d actually entered a business contract with Kyouya Ootori— she wasn’t sure her friend would be able to keep quiet about that one. 

“Listen. I can’t tell you a lot, but I can tell you that I’m less of a customer and more of uhh… glorified set dressing.” She cringes inside as she uses the phrase again. At least it seemed a fine enough excuse. 

Mayu didn’t laugh like she’d expected. Instead, her friend looked a little sad. 

“What?” Asuka asked, “Is this another ‘I have no girlish whimsy’ thing?” 

“No.” Mayu responds, “I just wish you would tell me things instead of hiding them from me.” 

Ouch. Asuka reached out and grabbed Mayu by the hands. 

“Mayu, I promise you that the only reason I’m not telling you is because I literally can’t.” Mayu looked up at her, “As soon as I can tell you what’s going on, you will be the first to know. I promise.” Asuka let go of her hands and held up a pinky. Mayu scrutinized it. 

“If I’m to accept this pinky promise, I have a few rules.” Mayu responds haughtily. 

Asuka rolls her eyes playfully, “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

“Until you tell me what you’re up to, I’m allowed to speculate on what you’re doing allll I want and you can’t get mad at me for it.” Mayu smirks. 

“Seems simple enough.” Asuka shrugs. 

Mayu quickly reaches out with her own pinky and confirms the swear before standing and slinging her bag over her shoulder in record speed. 

“I think you’re actually in an arranged marriage with Kyouya Ootori and you aren’t allowed to tell anyone until you’ve signed the papers!” She exclaims before dashing away to the door of the computer lab. 

“What!?” Asuka cries out, scrambling to log out and grab her own bag and stand, dashing over to try and catch up to Mayu. 

Mayu laughs at her and slips out the door, leaving Asuka to chase after her— doing their best not to slip on the tile floors. 

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[rose-demica]

Heya! So I stumbled across another A/B/O / Omegaverse story app and got hooked on one of the stories. Then the thought came to me, where would Kyoya Ootori fit if he were in that universe? The answer? I don't know... I would love to here other peoples opinion! Let's discuss where Kyoya would fit?

Here though, is the one shot that spawned from that thought and wouldn't leave me alone until it was written. Huge thanks to the amazing @mariekoukie6661 for checking over this and making sure I had my omegaverse facts right. (I did not, and now might need to do more research). Divider a gift from the lovely @buckys-zomdoll.

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Violetta Tatsuya (OC, part of a larger fic that will appear one day).

Kyoya frowns, catching Violetta as she glances at him, before returning her gaze to her manilla folder and giggling. She’s been doing it for the past - 8 minutes and 43 seconds by his count, and he’s had quite enough. What could she possibly be doing that was causing this much amusement? She had barely said hello, and hadn’t gotten up to greet him when he arrived, instead folding her folder shut while he came to her. She’d given him the briefest kiss before apologising, saying she really needed to finish up with this case and then she’d be all his. Not abnormal, he often had to wait, and he didn’t mind, he had more than enough to do himself of course. But laughing!? At him? Is this really a case? Has his father done something embarrassing and he has yet to hear about it?

He looks up, locking on those violet eyes and holding them in place when she looks at him again. She meets his gaze, laughter making her eyes sparkle more than they normally did. He watches the micro-expressions on her face as she tries to repress her laughter, but soon enough her nose crinkles as pearls of laughter escape her lips, head thrown back. 

“THATS IT!” He stands, snapping his laptop shut. “What is so funny?” He expects her laughter to stop, but it doesn’t, she only laughs harder, doubling over before falling off her chair. He waits, clenching his jaw as his anger grows. 

“Wait-” Violetta gasps, holding up a hand, visable over her desk. “I need help.” Not one to deny his lady in need, Kyoya steps around the desk, offering Violetta a hand, She takes it, leaving the folder on the ground as he helps her to her feet, an arm wrapping around her waist and holding her to him. 

“Pray tell,” He speaks through gritted teeth, hooking a finger under her chin and lifting her gaze to his. “What could possibly be so amusing about me?” There are tear tracks through the makeup on her cheeks, liquid simmering in her eyes as she squeezes them shut, trying to muffle the giggle that rattles through both of them. 

“Alright, so-” She doesn’t open her eyes as she starts to speak. “I’m working on a copyright case involving stories-” 

“Wait, what branch of law do you work in?” He thought she did business law, but she’s been looking at all sorts of cases recently. 

“Business mostly.” She opens her eyes to look at him, smiling a little, but not breaking down into laughter this time. “But I check over lots of cases, from all branches. My firm offers everything after all.” He nods, and she waits a moment before continuing. “Have you heard of something called Omegaverse?” The blank look on his face is answer enough, and he watches the corners of her lips twitch. “Sylvia’s complained about it a few times. Essentially there are werewolves, and within those werewolves, they’re split into groups. The one I’m working in just have Alpha’s and Beta’s, but some have Omega’s. Alpha’s are big boss wolves, generally lead the pack, generally only one in a pack. Beta’s are their right hand, Omega’s are just normal wolves, although sometimes they are abused and treated as servants.” 

“I do know how the Greek alphabet goes, my love.” He replies, so far none of this explains why she is laughing so hysterically at him. 

“Don’t interrupt me.” Violetta raises an eyebrow, daring him to keep speaking, but he stays quiet, which only causes her to burst into laughter once more. 

“Violetta.” He growls warningly, “You’re testing my patience.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down once more. 

“Right. It’s ridiculously sexist by the way. Most of what I could find are on those reading apps you have to either pay for or wait a stupidly long time for. And of those, rarely ever is there a female alpha, they mainly serve as Luna, which is just basically the Alpha’s mate. But, why can’t a female be Alpha, or Beta in their own right, why do they need to rely on a man? I really need to find a bunch with a female Alpha just to see-

“Violetta.” He cuts her off before she can start rambling about it. This still hasn’t explained why she’s laughing at him. 

“And also this mate thing. I get the whole theory, you have a soul mate - or sometimes several, which just seems counterproductive. And if you did have a soul mate, someone who is perfect for you in every sense of the word why would you reject them? Not only that, but they frame your mate as being a gift from the moon goddess, so isn’t rejecting them therefore also rejecting and spitting in the face of your goddess like-” He presses his lips against hers, silencing her. Her body softens in his hold, leaning into him, a hand sliding into his hair as she kisses him back. 

“Why were you laughing at me?” He whispers, pulling away from her. 

“Not at you per say-” He cuts her off with another kiss. “I haven’t even mentioned the mate bonding thing yet-” 

“They bite each other on a special gland that cements their bond and makes it known to the whole world. Generally while having sex.” He interrupts, her eyes go wide as she looks up at him.

“You did know!” Violetta steps back out of his hold, stooping to pick up the folder from the floor. This time it’s him chuckling at her. “You would have your answer by now if you’d said so!” 

“This is more amusing.” There is no way he’s telling her exactly how or why he knows about this whole ordeal. ”So.” He takes a step towards her, ducking his head and staring intently. “Why?” She gulps, taking a step back. 

“I was hypothesising.” Violetta brings the folder between them, shielding herself. “You see, I’ve been trying to figure out where you would fit in the universe.” What? His feet stop moving, eyes going wide. “Theoretically you’d just say Alpha and be done right? But Kyo- you are just so amazing at being a Beta. I mean, if you look at the Host club, you’re absolutely the Beta. You defer to Tamaki, he has the ideas, you make them happen. Then in real life,.. Heck, you’d make a fantastic Luna.” He feels his jaw drop, but he can’t control it, can’t bring it back. She thinks he’d be a good Luna?! “I could be the alpha, I would have you as my Luna in a heartbeat.” He forces himself to close his jaw, back straightening. Violetta should take it as a warning, but she’s laughing at him, again! “But then you look at your Shadow empire, and Alpha doesn’t seem so far stretched.” She raises a hand to her eyes, dabbing at the tears that escape. 

“Stop it.” He takes a step closer, but she doesn’t notice, eyes closed as she tries to control her giggles.

“But like, I just can’t imagine you as an alpha, barking orders, refusing to take smack from anyone, being all growl-y and possessive and demanding. It just... it doesn’t fit.” He reaches out, snatching the folder from her hands. Her eyes fly open just in time to see him fling it over his shoulder, paper flittering everywhere. “Kyoya!” He grabs her as she goes to move past him to collect it all back up, lifting her off her feet and throwing her onto her bed. 

Her eyes are wide as she watches him stalk closer, mouth opening to say something before stopping. With one hand, Kyoya undoes his belt, pulling it through all the loops before throwing it aside. 

“Not alpha enough?” He growls, dropping down onto the bed and crawling over her. A squeal leaves her lips as he tucks his head into her neck, jokingly biting before sucking the skin into his mouth. “I’ll show you.”

[supersamuraiprincess]

For those who are interested, I have been writing an Ouran High School Host Club fanfic.  Please feel free to live a fave/follow/comment: https://www.archiveofourown.com/works/7108222/chapters/16148215 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11565296/1/Demon-and-the-Beast

[subwonwooagenda]

Kyoya's Kitten | 3

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori X Fem!OC

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

This chapter will be smutty and this chapter will be long. I will include warnings.

Notes: I have created a taglist for this story, comment or dm if you’d like to join it! There is mild hinting about a triggering topic. Proceed with caution as you know your limits best. If I trigger anything, or offend anyone please let me know and I will edit it. Minors please don’t interact with my blog, If I find out you’re a minor you will be blocked.

Warnings: use of the word cock, touching, heavy make out sesh, CONSENT IS SEXY, Kyoya gets jacked off and does cum, Mira cums untouched.

I did have someone dm me about Mira, and I’m gonna leave them anonymous but I would like to say, please remember Mira is not the reader. She is an OC, she has her own personality and emotions as well as her own style. She is very touchy, very affectionate because that is how she is. It’s okay you’re not at all like her because she isn’t meant to be portrayed as you. Thank you for you feedback though, good or bad I appreciate it all.

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Mira woke up that morning as happy as could be. She couldn’t really give a reason for her bubbliness but she knew that it most likely had something to do with the events of the host clubs party they held a few days ago and the kiss she shared with Kyoya at the end of the night. Since then, the two have been almost inseparable, spending most club time with each other unless they were with their guests.

Her daydreams were interrupted by her sister knocking on her door, and peeking her head in, “Hey Mi, get ready we have school soon.” She reminded her, chuckling softly at the lovestruck look on her daydreaming sisters face. Mira snapped out of her memories, shaking her head a bit as she hurried to get dressed. She was so happy that Tamaki talked to his father about her not having to wear the female uniform. She hated to judge people or things but that dress was purely hideous on her. She chose a pretty royal blue romper, tying a white bow around her waist to show off her curves. She finished off the outfit with some pretty white wedges, quickly styling her hair and heading out of her room.

Her sister stood by the door, dressed in her uniform and waiting patiently for her sister. She smiled at the happy look on her face, it’s been a while since she saw it around anyone other than her and as much as it annoyed her she knew it was because of the boys in the host club. She took her sisters hand, lacing their fingers and making the walk to school.

TIME SKIP

Mira stood in a pretty maid outfit, her hair in pretty curls, right next to Tamaki and greeted the guests as they entered the school garden. Her usual trio of boys couldn’t make it to the club today so she decided to simply float around, spending time with each of the boys as well as her sister.

She currently sat on her knees next to Haruhi, all of them silently watching as Honey furiously stirred the tea he was making. She bit her lip as Mori leaned in, speaking softly in his ear. “Mitsukuni, you overdid it.” Honey froze, sitting up straight as his eyes started to water. The girls they were entertaining were quick to reassure him, Mira giggling softly as she stood. She pressed a kiss to Honey’s forehead, walking over to Kyoya.

She let a smile fall on her lips as he easily sold his silly photobooks to their clients. She walked over when he was no longer occupied, her hand reaching up to gently grab at his sleeve. He turned to her, giving a rare smile as he acknowledged her presence. Kyoya just couldn’t help but let the edges of his mouth quirk up at the mere sight of her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching as he wrote in his notebook. They stayed like that for a couple minutes before she noticed Tamaki in one of his emo modes next to them. Mira sighed, shaking her head with a fond smile as she walked over to him, kneeling down next to him, kissing his cheek and poking him softly to break him out of his emo mode. Tamaki looked up at her, giving her a soft smile before he remembered his dilemma.

“Say, Mommy dear?” He said softly to Kyoya, moving to lay his head on Mira’s lap. Mira sighed softly to herself as she played with the strands of Tamaki’s soft hair. Kyoya lifted his head, pausing the writing he was doing in his notebook, “What is it now, Daddy?” He asked him, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly as Miras soft giggle filled his ears. “I have a new theory. I mean, its just my hypothesis, but it seems that by being in the same class, Hikaru and Kaoru are able to spend more time together with Haruhi, then I get to here at the club. Kitten’s in our class so we spend the most time with her. This gives them a chance to get close to Haruhi, and if that happens…” Tamaki said, being interrupted by Kyoya. “Tamaki. You just now realized that?” He asked him, smirking slightly.

Kyoya turned to Tamaki, pointing at the random whiteboard that Mira never noticed before. Honestly, she realizes she should stop asking that many questions when it comes to her boys. “According to my research, in a single day, the twins spend roughly nine hours of class time with Haruhi. Meanwhile, your contact with her is limited to a couple of hours of club activities. In other words, your involvement in Haruhi’s life each day amounts to no more than a mere three percent. I’m so very sorry.” He said, a smug little smile on his face. Tamaki panicked, covering his ears with his hands like a child, “Ahh! I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna hear it!” He quickly stood up, rushing over to Haruhi, Mira sighing as she turned to Kyoya, “You had to egg him on?” She asked him. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. She shook her head as she heard Tamaki’s turmoil of trying to convince Haruhi to stay away from the twins.

She could help but laugh when Haruhi looked at her, clearly unamused by her senpais dramatics. She decided to help rescue her sister, walking over to them and gently pulling Tamaki away from her. “I don’t see why you’re in such a tizzy, Tama. She’s gonna be found out when the physical exams start.” She mentioned, very confused on how she was the only one to remember this. The twins agreed with her which seemed to snap Tamaki into action, “Physical Exams?..”

Haruhi tugged on her sisters skirt to gather her attention, “How’d you know about the physical exams?” She asked her, seeing as her sister was just as new as she was. Mira shrugged her shoulders, her eyes not leaving her boys as they continued with their theatrics on keeping Haruhi a secret, “I read the student handbook.” She said bluntly, not understanding that she’s probably the only student in the school who did. Mira couldn’t help but blush when Kyoya strolled over, her mind instantly filling with thoughts of him shirtless during his exam. She looked away quickly, not wanting to give herself away, not knowing Kyoya was having thoughts of his own.

“That’s right. I forgot all about it.” Kyoya said as he joined the boys, all of them looking right at Haruhi and Mira. Haruhi tilted her head a bit as she thought, “Then that means, there’s no doubt. They’re gonna know…I’m really a girl.” Mira startled a bit at the noises that left Tamaki, Kaoru, and Hikaru, a bit concerned about what exactly was going to happen if Haruhi had to leave the club, she loved the boys but she also couldn’t imagine staying with the boys without her sister.

After club hours, they found themselves back in the club room. Mira and Haruhi decided to go change in a separate room down the hall, needing a break from the craziness of the boys. Haruhi patiently waited for her sister, chuckling softly at the effort she put in. “You look pretty, Mi. Kyoya won’t know what to do with himself.” She teased her, laughing as Mira almost fell putting her wedges on, her face beet red, her laughter joining in with her sisters.

In the main club room, the boys were all watching Tamaki have his silly daydreams, waiting for the girls to show back up to the club room. Honey walked a bit closer to him, standing next to the twins, “He must be having a great daydream.” He said, ever the positive boy. Hikaru furrowed his brows, “I dunno. He’s kinda freaking me out.”

That seemed to snap Tamaki out of his dream, instantly turning to smirk at Hikaru, “Envious, Hikaru? This is all part of my strategy. While you’ve wasted time blinded by your jealousy, I’ve foreseen the outcome of this charade.” Tamaki turned his back to them, arms flailing out dramatically, “Ahh, this fanfiction is obviously a romantic school comedy. Haruhi and I are the main characters, so that means we are love interests.” Kyoya found himself thinking where he and Mira fit into this little fantasy in Tamaki’s mind. Hikaru and Kaoru looked at eachother before speaking up, “Yeah, then what are we?”

Tamaki turned to point at them “You boys…are the homosexual supporting cast.” He said, seemingly proud for the nonsense he was spewing. He drew a line in the floor, smiling proudly as he stood back, “So please make sure that you do not step across this line.” The twins looked annoyed, Kyoya shook his head while Honey and Mori looked at the line in confusion, “You gotta be kidding,” The twins said, “Listen boss, I don’t think you get it.”

Honey spoke up from in between them, “If word gets out that Haru-chan is really a girl, then she and Kitten-chan won’t be able to be in the host club anymore!” He said, all of them watching as Tamaki turned ghostly white at the mere thought of his girls leaving him. “But, if Haru-chan started wearing girls clothes, like Kitten-chan, I bet she’d be even cuter than she is now!” Honey said excitedly, trying to lift up Tamaki’s mood.

“She dressed like a normal girl when they were in middle school, right?” Hikaru stated, “They must have been pretty popular with all the boys.” Kyoya nodded from where he stood, ignoring the way his chest slightly tightened at the thought of Mira having attention from other guys, “Yeah. According to my investigative reports, someone would declare their undying love to Haruhi at least once a month. Kitten would be declared to almost biweekly.” He stated to them.

Kaoru put his finger to his chin, “Oh I see. So the boss wouldn’t even be able to get close to her,” he started, “But we’d be able to because we’re in the same class with her all day long!” Hikaru finished for his twin, both of them with mischievous smirks on their faces at their leaders troubles. “N-No way!..” Tamaki stuttered out, borderline in tears at the thought of Haruhi around those shady twins.

The boys were brought out of their conversation when the door opened, turning their heads to see the girls in question walking into the club room hand in hand. “Hey guys, sorry we’re so late coming back.” Haruhi started to say. Tamaki all but flew straight to Haruhi and Mira, grabbing Haruhi’s shoulder and Mira’s wrist as he leaned in close to them. “Don’t you worry Haruhi. We’re determined to keep your secret, no one will find out that you’re really a girl during tomorrow’s physical exams! So please, promise you’ll stay our beloved secret princesses?” He rushed out. Mira and Haruhi both blinked at him, confused but honestly not questioning his weird behavior, “Sure.” They told him. Mira wasn’t exactly a secret though so she was confused why she had to agree but what ever makes her Tama happy.

“You know what?” Hikaru started, looking at his brother, “I think both of us would be pretty peeved if we had to watch all the guys flirt with her.” Kaoru nodded his head, crossing his arms infront of his chest, “Then that settles it.” They said, turning to face yet another mysteriously placed white board. Mira shook her head with a sigh as she read the words ‘Operation: Conceal Haruhi’s Gender’ written across it.

Tamaki pointed at the white board, the boys standing at attention infront of him, “Listen up squad members! At tomorrow’s physical exams, position yourselves at formation A. And then, wait for your orders.” He instructed. “Yes, sir!” The twins saluted, Honey clapping excitedly at the mission. Haruhi and Mira were looking at eachother, trying to find out why they were so invested in keeping Haruhi’s gender a secret. Haruhi brought her fist up, tapping it into her other palm, “I got it!” She said, getting the boys attention, “You guys are worried cause if they find out I’m really a girl i can’t be a host and therefore we can’t repay our debt!” She stated, her sister nodding her head with what she was saying. Haruhi turned towards the window, her sister helping her calculate the remaining balance of their debt.

“Our balance is five million, three hundred and thirty three thousand, three hundred and thirty two yen.” She told her sister, checking if her math was correct. Once she concluded it was from Mira, they turned back to the boys, both girls putting their hands on their hips, “Well. Guess we’re going to have to come up with another way to pay you guys back.” Haruhi concluded, Mira nodding her head in  agreement, shrugging her shoulders as she fiddled with the bow on her waist. Both girls started laughing to themselves, not noticing the panic they’ve thrown their boys into.

Kyoya wouldn’t admit it, but he also felt a little panic, not wanting Mira to have to leave the club. The twins turned to Tamaki, “Do something! The subjects doesn’t appear to have any motivations!” They cried to him. Tamaki sighed, “Why’d we get stuck with such difficult heroines?” He asked himself, trying to think of a plan. He pointed at the girls, “Are you two saying that you hate being hosts?! That you hate this club?!” He questioned dramatically. Both girls thought about it. “To be honest, yes.” “Not really, I like it here.” They stated at the same time.

Mira’s answer calmed the boys down a little bit until they processed Haruhi’s answer. Tamaki turned ghostly white again, immediately finding his way to his emo corner to sulk. Mira, almost as an instinctual move, walked over to him. Tamaki leaned his head on her bare thigh as her hand ran through his hair, seeking out her comfort. Haruhi scratched the back of her neck at her sisters stern look, Mira trying to get the girl to have a little more sympathy. “I mean you guys aren’t bad, but if it gets out that I’m a girl there’s nothing we can do, you know?” She said, Mira nodding sheepishly from where she stood, still playing with Tamaki’s hair.

“They don’t seem to care one way or the other!” Hikaru said, “Well before we do anything else, we have to find a way to motivate them.” Kaoru finished for him. All boys stood thinking until Mori and Kyoya spoke up. “Fancy tuna.” Mori stated, Kyoya following along, “Cake pops.” Both girls’ eyes widened, Mira’s hand pausing in Tamaki’s hair. “Oh that’s right.” He started saying, turning to look at them both with the slyest look on his face, “You two didn’t get a chance to eat any during last chapters party. Did you?” Both girls looked at the boys shocked. Mira furrowed her brows, thinking to herself.

Would they really go so far as to blackmail us with something so ridiculous?

Yes. Yes they would.

“Did you hear that?” Hikaru ‘whispered’ to his twin, “She’s never eaten fancy tuna before.” Kaoru nodded his head, “And Kitten hasn’t had a cake pop in so long, isn’t that sad? Talk about a difficult childhood.” He said. Honey nodded, playing subtly with Usa-chan, “If only Haru-chan and Mimi-chan could stay in the host club, they’d have the chance to eat all sorts of yummy things whenever they wanted!” He said. Kyoya and Mori both nodded, a present smirk on Kyoya’s face as he locked eyes with Mira, who moved to her sister’s side, gripping her blazer tightly.

Haruhi waved them off, her voice shaky, “What are you talking about? Don’t be silly! Just cause we’re poor and I’ve never had it doesn’t mean we’re so gluttonous that we’d go one fooling everyone about my gender just to have the treats.” She said, trailing off. It was silent for a bit until Mira spoke up, a heavy blush on her cheeks at the shame of being bribed this easily, “…Are we really gonna get to eat them?” She asked softly. The boys instantly cheered at them, happy to have the girls along with the plan.

Mira walked over to Kyoya as they carried on explaining the plan to Haruhi. She gently gripped his blazer, blush still a little prominent on her face, “If you wanted me to stay so badly you could have asked.” She complained, still a bit embarrassed at having fallen to their blackmail so quickly. Kyoya smirked, “Trust me, Kitten. There is nowhere I’d be that I wouldn’t want you by my side.” He smooth talked her. The poor girl whined just loud enough for Kyoya to hear as she hid her face in his bicep, whining a little bit more at the sound of his soft chuckles.

“By the way, tomorrow I set aside a doctor for you to have your physical away from possible peeps. I will guide you there myself.” He told her. Mira smiled before deciding on what to stay, “And what of your peeping eyes?” She asked him, quiet enough so that just the two of them could hear. Kyoya stopped writing in his notebook, giving her his full attention. “Are you telling me you want my eyes on you, Kitten?” He asked. The corner of her mouth irked upwards a bit as she looked up to meet his eyes, “I always want your eyes on me. In any way I can have them.” She whispered to him before she turned her back to him, walking back over to her sister. Kyoya gave a subtle clear of his throat, shifting his stance a bit as he calmed his slowly increasing problem. He shook his head as he watched her walk away, his eyes tracing every inch of her stature. ‘Such a little minx.’ He thought to himself going back to writing what he was before.

The next morning

Mira, adorned in a sleeveless baby blue turtleneck, white jeans and baby blue flats, was in class with Tamaki and Kyoya. She sat on Tamaki’s desk, humming to herself as she made little paper cranes for him as he talked with Kyoya, whose hand has been rubbing up and down her calf gently. They all quieted down when a faculty member’s voice came across the speakers, “We will begin physical examinations shortly. All students please proceed to the clinic in your respective school building.” Mira sighed as the two boys stood. Tamaki thanked her for the cranes, kissing her cheek before helping her off his desk. She smiled at her boys as both of them linked an arm with one of hers, joining their fellow students in the hallways.

“How do you think your little mission is gonna go, Tama?” She asked him. She wasn’t really paying attention to them when they explained the roles and whatnot, so she didn’t know what it all entailed. Tamaki smiled at her, “Oh just you watch Kitten, it’ll be a grand scheme!” He announced, smiling to himself as she laughed.

They reached the clinic, Tamaki leaving the two to go set up whatever he had to set up. Kyoya tugged her gently, “Are you ready?” He asked her softly. She smiled up at him and nodded, wanting to get her physical over with before her sisters class joined them. She opened up to Kyoya a bit on their walk into class that morning about why she appreciated his private doctor so much. She’s never been a big fan of doctors due to a traumatic experience with a male doctor when she was a little bit younger. “Will you stay close?” She asked him. Kyoya nodded, “As close as they’ll allow me, Kitten.” She sighed softly, nodding her head as Kyoya took her hand and led her to a more private area. He opened a separate door that led into an office, nodding his greeting to the female doctor waiting for them. “Mira this is Dr. Yamaguchi, she is from one of my families many hospitals.” He introduced them.

Mira felt a little better that it was a female, her nerves slowly disappearing. The doctor smiled gently at Mira, moving to shake her hand, “Pleasure to meet you, dear. If you will, please disrobe yourself behind that curtain.” She instructed. “Is it alright if Kyoya stays?” Mira asked the doctor, both Kyoya and her looking at Mira a little shocked. Mira was battling with herself all morning on if she should ask, but she felt a lot better with him near her, and he wouldn’t see much seeing as she would be in a bath robe for modesty. The doctor nodded her head, “If it makes you comfortable, of course.” She said with a smile before turning to prep what she needed to.

Mira looked up at Kyoya, silently asking him if he’d stay with her. He gently squeezed her hand and nodded his head before closing the door, letting her know he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. She gave him one of her precious close eyed smiles before accepting the bathrobe from the doctor, moving behind the curtain to change out of her current outfit.

Kyoya was thankful he was great at keeping his true feelings masked. This girl was spinning his head like a tea cup ride. He clasped his hands together in his lap, his thoughts running wild at the thought that she was completely nude less than ten feet away from him. The satisfaction he felt that she wanted him there, she wanted him to be so close because it made her feel safer fueled his ego so much. He was lucky the doctor was here, not knowing for certain if he had enough restraint to not indulge in his sinful thoughts. All it took was one breeze of the curtain and he would see her. From her head, to her large breasts, perfect for cupping, down her plush stomach to her full ass and thighs. He would lose his absolute mind if he ever got to see her in such a manner.

Mira wasn’t faring any better behind the curtain. As she stripped her clothes she willed herself to calm down, to erase the thoughts of him pulling away the curtain to descend upon her vulnerable form. She wanted his eyes on her, she wanted his hands on her, his mouth, every part of him she wanted to have in contact with herself. She cursed her lewd brain, feeling embarrassed that she was having these thoughts with him in the same room. With a stranger in the room, it helped her calm down and by the time she tied the bathrobe and neatly folded her clothes she willed her racing heart to slow its pace.

Dr. Yamaguchi smiled at her as the curtain opened. Once Mira put her clothes on the chair next to Kyoya, the doctor helped her sit up on the examination table, being kind enough to explain everything she was going to do. Mira felt her hands shaking a bit, still on edge around a doctor. Kyoya took notice and silently stood, walking over to her and lacing his fingers with hers. She smiled gratefully at him, squeezing his hand.

“Alright, Ms. Fujioka, I’m simply going to listen to your heartbeat, so if you will when I say so take a deep breath for me.” The doctor instructed. She lifted the end of the stethoscope, pulling away the edges of Mira’s bathrobe to place the cold metal against her warm skin above her heart.

Kyoya swore his heart stopped. From where he stood, being taller than Mira’s sat form, he got a perfect glimpse of the top of her breast, the bathrobe stopping just short of exposing her nipple to the air. He swallowed his spit his hand unconsciously squeezing Mira’s again. She looked up at him, thinking he was trying to get her attention when she took notice of his state. If she was honest with herself, it gave her such a confidence boost that someone as powerful and contained as Kyoya Ootori looked ready to devour her by the mere sight of her bare skin.

When the doctor was finished with her physical, the more intimate aspects being done with Kyoya facing the wall, he helped her hop off of the table, his hands feeling at home around the subtle rolls of her waist. The doctor told her she was in perfect health, easing a bit of her worries. She shook hands with Mira and nodded farewell to Kyoya before taking her leave to give the results to the school for documentation. “Well, all that’s left is to get dressed so we can meet with Tamaki and see his silly plan to action.” He told her. Mira nodded, turning her back to go retrieve her clothes. She was being oddly quiet, her mind running up and down on if what she was about to offer was a good idea.

Kyoya turned and moved to leave the room, “I’ll wait outside for you to change. I’ll be right out the door.” He said, stopping immediately as her soft voice spoke the words he so desperately had been wanting to hear. “Or…you could stay here. Just incase I need you.” She said, voice barely above a whisper.

Kyoya liked to think of himself as a gentlemen but he felt no worse than the sleaziest men when he immediately turned to face her. “You want me to stay?” He asked as he slowly stalked closer to her, “Think of what you’re asking, Mira.” He said, foregoing the use of her nickname to relay the severity of her ask. She felt her breath shake as he stood toe to toe with her, her eyes locked up at his. “I know what I’m asking. I know what I’m setting into stone with this.” She told him. “If I have read the signs wrong you may leave the room and we can forget it ever happened, but I like to hope that every sign I’ve given you in the last 45 minutes had been mutual.” She told him.

Kyoya felt his heart soar at her words. Both of them seeking the consent they needed to understand that while this would change them, it is a change they were both welcoming. Kyoya decided to not talk, to let his actions relay his answer for her. He reached his hand up, fingertips brushing against her upper thigh as he stopped it just above the sash that held her robe together. Mira nodded her head at him, the final expression he needed to know that she wanted this. He slowly untied the bow she tied it into, his breath picking up as the sash fell apart. He lifted his hand up, gently cupping her cheek, their eyes staying locked on one another as his other hand moved to her shoulder, slowly sliding the fabric off her shoulder, his ears picking up on the soft sound of the robe hitting the floor.

He let his eyes move down, a deep sound of want leaving his throat as he looked at her body. His hand moved from her shoulder to rest on her ribcage, just below her breast, his thumb running over the warm skin. His thumb brushed over her nipple as his eyes made it down to the spot he so desired. She was well groomed, obviously maintaining her hygiene as much as she maintained her appearance. He felt his mouth practically water at the sight of her core hidden away as she squeezed her thighs together.

His eyes snapped up to hers when the smallest, quietest moan left her lips, his thumb gently gliding up and down over her nipple. At that moment Kyoya’s resolve snapped. He pressed her up against the examination table, his lips instantly finding hers as he kissed her. His arm wrapping around her bare waist, holding her body close to his. He lifted her up, setting her onto the table, her legs easily parting to make room for him.

Mira felt she could fall apart, her hands found their place at the base of his hair, tugging gently at the strands on the back of his neck as they kissed. Kyoya devoured her sounds, wanting to keep them to himself for the time being. Mira could barely think straight as she tried to squeeze her thighs together yet again, trying to assist the tingle of want that ran through her body, pooling at her core. She knew she wasn’t ready to fully have sex with him but for what she had of him at the moment, she was content.

Kyoya was in the same boat. He pressed his growing erection up against her thigh, groaning into her mouth as they pulled away from their kiss, their foreheads resting against one another. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered to her, his hand grasping the back of her neck to make her look up at him. Her eyes met his and she felt herself wanting to cry at the genuine way he looked at her. So full of adoration. So full of want. He knew she wasn’t ready at all to fully indulge himself, and the last thing he wanted to do was disrespect her. But god, he needed to release himself.

As if she knew if his inner battle, she let her hand move to the waistband of his slacks, her thumb dipping beneath it dangerously, “I don’t know if I want you to have me yet…but I wish to help you.” She told him. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, “As much as I would love that, please understand you don’t have to.” He assured her, it wouldn’t be the first time he helped himself to the thought of her. She kept eye contact with him as she made her decision, slipping her hand into his pants to wrap her fingers around the hard length hidden behind his boxers.

Kyoya let out a moan, his head falling to her shoulder the hand that wasn’t holding her thigh on his hip slapping onto the metal table, caging her into him. He didn’t think he could remember a time he felt this good. He took his hand off her thigh, pride sweeping in him as she kept it where it was, and tugged his pants down just below his boxers, his hips moving up into her hand. He gently sucked on her bare shoulder, muffling his pleasure as best he could.

Mira felt like she was on cloud nine. Being a virgin, she never did this sort of thing with anyone but with Kyoya, it just felt right. “I wanna see you..” she whispered, wanting to watch him fall apart at her touch. “Yeah?” Kyoya asked, his lips moving from her shoulder to her neck, still thrusting gently up into her hand. She nodded against his head, whining softly as his lips left her skin to stand fully. Kyoya knew they didn’t have a lot of time before a certain blonde would hunt them down so he wasted no time.

He watched the ways her eyes shined and widened at the sight of his cock. He thought her hand looked beautiful wrapped around his length, shyly stroking up and down his arousal. “I do hate to rush you but we have a certain impatient king around here that would barge in here at any moments notice.” He told her, a smile on his lips as she laughed softly, nodding as she sped up her movements. Kyoya went back to the crook of her neck, moans absorbing into her skin.

Mira was mesmerized. She has seen a man before but she never knew they could look so…pretty. She felt so confident, knowing it was her who was bringing him that pleasure. It was her he wanted so close. She gasped softly, biting her moans back as she felt Kyoya’s mouth wrap around her nipple. Her wrist sped up, the slick of his precum easily helping her glide. “You’re doing so good, darling. So good for me.” He told her, sucking gently on her breast. She wanted more. She wanted to be good for him, to make him feel good.

Kyoya was so close. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not with how she made him feel. He could feel her body reacting to him in the best way possible. He wanted her to know he didn’t have to touch her to make her unravel. “Just like that.” He instructed as he stood up fully, his eyes locking onto hers as his hand continued to assault her nipples. Her sensitivity and the cold room making them so perked up, so easy to flick around and abuse. His other hand wrapped around her hand on his cock, moving her a little bit faster, helping her bring himself to the edge.

Their foreheads stayed pressed together as they continued to pleasure eachother. Kyoya’s hushed dirty words reaching into her soul to bend her at his will. “You’re gonna make me cum, huh? Gonna have me fall apart at your touch.” Mira nodded at his words, her hips subtly moving to try and release the pressure building up inside her. Kyoya let go of her wrist as he felt that bubble quickly fill inside him, “If you don’t want me covering your hand in my cum, I suggest you stop.” He warned her. His eyes widened slightly as she sped up her movements, wrapping her legs around his waist to tug his pelvis closer to hers, the tip of his cock brushing against her lower stomach.

“I want to feel it, I wanna feel you let go as I let go. Bring me there Kyoya.” She said to him, moaning a little louder as he kissed her one last time, his fingers continuing their assault on her breasts as they both felt their pleasure peak. Kyoya came with a deep groan, keeping her hand still on his cock as he released, his warm load landing on her tummy, painting her skin with milky ropes. At the same time, Mira felt her rope snap, her back arching so perfectly as she let go, coming undone by just the touch of his hands on her chest, her thighs shaking slightly.

“That’s it..that’s a good girl, looking so beautiful coming apart for me.” Kyoya mumbled to her. They both remained in their place, not wanting to let eachother go yet. They crossed a one way bridge that had no return. They didn’t seem to want to go back, both of them wanting to run further down that bridge until they can’t run anymore.

Kyoya stood up fully, looking down at the mess he made of her body, he leaned over, grabbing a box of wipes, gently cleaning her up, soft kisses being pressed against her upper body. When she finally brought herself back with the help of his gentle words and praises, she looked up at him. Both of them silently speaking with their eyes, both understanding that this wasn’t a one time deal, they were falling. And they were falling fast.

Kyoya helped her off the table, helping her get dressed and presentable. Thankfully for both, he never went hard enough to mark her up. Once they dressed and calmed their bodies down, Kyoya checked the time. They were away for almost an hour, which means their classes physicals would be done and Haruhi’s would begin. “We should go find Tamaki.” He told her, smiling as he watched her lean on him to slip her flats back on, coming her hair neat with her fingers. “Do you think anyone heard us?” Mira asked as they opened the door, flushing slightly at the thought. They both observed their fellow students, no one standing out to be looking at them. “I think we’re clear. Now let’s go help that fool with his stupid idea.” He grumbled, smiling to himself at Mira’s laughter.

They searched around until they found Tamaki, the boy not even questioning their disappearance. As they waited for a bit, the doors opened and the first years entered the hall. Mira waved at her sister who looked entirely out of her element. She squeezed Kyoya’s hand before walking over to her sister who quickly latched onto her. “I hate all these damn rich people.” She growled, tugging Mira along after the nurse as she giggled. Both girls sweat dropped as they walked by Honey and Mori, dressed up as doctors. “Honey-senpai? Mori-senpai?” Haruhi asked. Mira sighed as they shushed them and she shook her head fondly, “You’re so obvious..” Mira mumbled.

Kyoya walked up next to the girls, his hand finding Mira’s back immediately, “I’ve got those two on standby just incase something happens.” He tells them. “Why are they in doctor disguises?” Haruhi asked, Mira nodding along to her question. She doesn’t know if she’s ever been so confused by her boys. “They’re just helping to set the mood. Disguises help make our operation feel like a real espionage mission.” He said, causing Mira to laugh softly.

She zoned out a bit as Kyoya and her sister talked, giggling as she waved to the younger kids who shyly whispered about her beauty and her academic achievements. She was brought back to her senses when a man bumped into her, causing her to stumble a bit until Kyoya steadied her, frowning at the man. “I’m terribly sorry.” He said to them before rushing away again. “No problem!” She told him with a smile, not noticing the way Kyoya looked at the man confused. “Kitten?” He said. Mira looked up at him, humming softly. “I want you to stay close with Haruhi. Okay?” He asked her, having an off feeling in his gut about something. She nodded, noticing he wasn’t playing around. She slipped her hand into his, “Are you okay?” She asked. He nodded, pressing a kiss to her head, “Just fine, darling.”

She nodded and moved to be closer to her sister, liking arms with Haruhi as they both watched in mild shock at the girls screaming for the twins who just did their brotherly love. “See girls? A rather impressive turn out today. Physical exam day is quite popular with the ladies.” He told them. “What’s wrong with the girls at this school?” Haruhi mumbled, slumping into her sister who seemed highly amused by her suffering. Mira yelped as Haruhi was whisked away, being pushed by Honey and Mori, who carried her along. She sighed, knowing there’s not much she can do about this, relaxing in Mori’s hold until he put her down.

“Mr. Fujioka, it’s time for us to take your chest measurements. Once you finish disrobing, would you please come with me?” The nurse asked. Mira stood a little nervous as the boys minus Tamaki stood behind her.

Speaking of, where is Tamaki?

She thought to herself. “Mr. Fujioka, are you ready to be measured now?” The nurse asked. Mira moved her eyes over the crowd of anxious girls to try to find Tamaki. She got her answer when the curtain pulled back to reveal her friend in a brown wig. “Yes. I’m Haruhi Fujioka.” Mira pressed her lips together, trying her best not to bust out in laughter. It was silent until some girls spoke up, “Wait..that’s Tamaki?” “There’s no denying it that’s definitely him.” “Is he cosplaying as Haruhi or something?” They wondered.

Mira finally broke as the twins doubled over, quickly spinning herself around so Tamaki couldn’t see her laughing. “I can’t believe he actually did it!” Hikaru laughed, “They recognized him, I told you they’d see right through it!” Kaoru said. Tamaki growled, snatching the wig off and running over to the twins. “You jerks! You said there was no way the girls would know it was me!” He yelled at them. “It’s payback for calling us the homosexual supporting cast.” Hikaru laughed.

Mira took this time to go comfort her sister who was less than pleased. She squatted down. Rubbing her sisters back as she seethed. Tamaki peeked into the room, “I’m sorry, they figured it out.” He said sheepishly. Haruhi turned and glared at him, causing him to scream in terror. Haruhi sighed and leaned into her sister, less angry but now just annoyed with the boys. Mira sat there smiling softly as she hugged her sister close, turning to face the sound of footsteps revealing Kyoya who gently touched Haruhi’s shoulder.

“Haruhi, ready? I went ahead and set up a separate room for you, a special boys clinic, and I have a doctor standing by sworn to secrecy similar to your sisters physical.” He told them. The twins rolled their eyes at them, “it turns out the doctors here are all on staff at one of Kyoya-senpais families hospitals.” Hikaru said, “Would have been nice if he had said something sooner.” Kaoru finished as they both shrugged. Kyoya smirked as he helped the girls up, his hand finding purchase on Mira’s hip, “I had to get my revenge too. I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m supporting cast. Homosexual or otherwise.” He said. Mira giggled as she shook her head at him. “Such a sneak.” She said taking a peek at the girls aweing over Tamaki’s state of dismay.

Haruhi and her sister walked a little ways away to the special boys clinic Kyoya set up. “So you wanna spill what you and Kyoya did to have you each clinging to eachother?” Haruhi asked her as they walked. Mira sighed, knowing she would have to tell her sister sooner rather than later. So she confessed what they did. Haruhi wasn’t upset with her, just concerned. Mira wasn’t the most trusting and the last thing Haruhi would want is for her to let someone in just to get hurt in the end. She squeezed her sister’s hand, “As long as you’re happy and he’s treating you well, then I’m happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this way, and even if it’s caused by stupid rich people, I’m happy cause I love you.” Haruhi told her. Mira smiled and hugged Haruhi tight, “Thank you, I love you, Haru.”

They finished talking as they reached the room, knocking softly as they entered. “Hello, mister and miss Fujioka. I’ve been made aware of your situation, if you wouldn’t mind disrobing for me over behind that curtain. “Sure.” Haruhi said, bringing her sister into the room too.

Back at the clinic

“I’m telling the truth!” A girl cried. Kyoya, Honey and Mori turned once they heard her. “One of the doctors grabbed me by my shoulder. He tried to make a pass at me! I’ve never been so scared.” She said, being comforted by a nurse.

“I had a feeling this might happen.” Kyoya said as the twins and Tamaki joined them. “What do you mean?” Honey asked him. “A bit earlier today, Kitten and I saw a strange man, wearing a lab coat but clearly not one our hospitals doctors and I thought he was a little odd.” The twins deadpanned at him, “Shouldn’t you have said something sooner?” They asked him. Kyoya shrugged, “Well it’s no big deal, I’m sure the security guard will catch him.” He told them before they listened to the wailing girl again. “Did you see where the pervert doctor went?” Security asked her, “Yes, sir. He ran off towards the special boys clinic.” She told them. The boys immediately went rigid, running off in the direction of Haruhi and Mira, fear running through them all.

Back with the girls, they conversed softly as Haruhi undressed. She slipped her button up off, Mira helping her fold it neatly, knowing her sister would just drop it on the floor. Mira went stone cold at the sound of the curtain drawing, gasping softly at the man who entered where they were. “Excuse me.” Haruhi said, Mira helping cover her from his view. The man gasped, rushing towards them and covered both their mouths. “It’s not what you think, please just keep quiet.” He begged.

“Haruhi! Mira!” Tamaki yelled, “Tama-chan kick!” He yelled, kicking the man in the face, sending him into the wall. Mira held her sister close, both in awe at what he just did. “One.” The twins said, “Good looks that attract the public eye.” Kyoya stepped behind Mira, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Two. More wrath than you can imagine.” Honey and Mori joined them, “Three. A chivalry that will never be able to overlook,” Mori started, “The hideous wickedness of this world.” Honey finished. Mira noticed how serious they looked, feeling chills run up her spine. Tamaki draped his button up over Haruhi, shielding her body, “That’s what makes up the Ouran host club.” He said. “We’re here. Watch out.” They finished, sending the man into a fit a fear.

“Please don’t hurt me, spare me my life!” He begged as he bowed to them. Mira shook her head, her boys were so weird. She stood with the boys as the man told them his life story. She felt sympathy, having your wife and daughter leave you for your addictions was troubling, and a burden she wouldn’t wish upon anyone. “I know I’m terrible at managing our money, and I can’t say no to anyone. I don’t blame them for being tired of constantly living in debt.” The doctor said, hanging his head in shame, “But I wanted to see my daughter one more time, so I came here. After being pelted by rain and wandering the streets I made it to your school. When I entered I was mistaken for a doctor here to examine students.” Mira sighed, “Well of course you’re wearing a lab coat.” She mumbled as the twins said it loudly.

“And then it happened. When I tried asking a girl about my daughter she started screaming and before I knew it there were all sorts of people chasing me!” He cried, Tamaki immediately sobbing with him, “That’s so sad!” He wailed along with him. “Dr. Yabu, I think you may have the wrong place. Are you looking for Ouran public school?” Kyoya asked him. The doctor nodded, “Yeah, that’s right.” Kyoya nodded, “I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, a private institution, your daughter doesn’t go to school here.” He bluntly stated. Mira gently hit his chest, “Be a little nicer Kyo, he’s hurting.” She whispered to him.

The twins immediately started berating the poor man. “That’s pretty sad. You don’t even know what school your daughter goes to?” Hikaru started, “I bet your relationship is messed up because you don’t pay enough attention to her, not because of some stupid debt.” Kaoru said. Honey smiled up at Kyoya, “Wow, Kyo-chan! I’m impressed you figured out he had the wrong school.” He smiled. Kyoya shrugged, “Well there’s no way the daughter of such a small time doctor would ever be able to get into Ouran academy.” He bluntly stated. Mira and Haruhi both looked at him, Mira yet again hitting his chest.

“Kyoya.” Tamaki said, bringing the attention back to him, “Would you please find a map of all the public schools in the area? I’d like to help this man find his daughter.” He said sincerely. Mira smiled softly as Kyoya agreed. Thats the thing she loved about Tamaki, even with his childish nature, he always put the welfare and hopes of others before himself. A selfless man. She loves and respects him so much for it.

Mira checked on Haruhi, making sure she was alright before hugging her close. They all watched and waved as the man bowed in thanks before walking off to continue his search for his daughter. “Are you sure about this?” Hikaru asked, “After all, even if he does find her, there’s no guarantee she’ll want to talk to him.” Kaoru said. Tamaki sighed, “Well then, that’s something he’ll have to find out for himself.” They watched for a bit until Haruhi spoke up, “I’m sorry about this you guys, but could you please leave?” She asked. Mira laughed softly, resting her head on her sister’s shoulder as the boys gasped, “Haruhi? You’re not still angry with me are you? You two aren’t thinking of quitting the host club are you?!” Tamaki asked dramatically.

Both girls laughed and shook their heads, “Don’t be stupid, senpai, I’ve just gotta finish my physical exam. As a male student of course.” Haruhi said to them. “And we’re not doing this cause you’re bribing us with food. We’re doing it to pay back our debt.” She stated. Mira found she enjoyed the smiles the boys gave them. She locked eyes with Kyoya, their smiles meaning a little more to eachother than anyone else’s. She jumped slightly as Haruhi was tackled into a hug by Tamaki, the room erupting into chaos. “You’re so cute Haruhi! I can see right through you, I know you’re just after that fancy tuna!” He gushed. “Cut it out! Ahh, don’t touch me there!” Haruhi yelled at him. Mira sighed for the millionth time, trying to tug him off her sister. “Red card!” The twins yelled, “Looks like Tamaki-senpai is the real pervert.” Mira giggled happily as she kept tugging, Tamaki not budging a bit until her sister yelled at them all, “Who cares, would you guys just get out of here?!”

Mira decided then and there that she wouldn’t trade her boys in for anything or anyone in the world, and after a long time, she’s letting her heart tug more and more people closer. Who knows how it’ll end for her.

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I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC‼️

its a kyoya ootori x oc

i think its called delicate but idk for sure. the mc was engaged to kyoya at a you g and and she has a sister named aphrodite. latee in the story they break ofd their engagement but shes secretly pregnant but at the end they get married

please help

[findroleplay]

－ 20 year old looking for some fandom roleplays at the moment! some info about me and my rules before we go any further. i am currently in college and working while also having other activities and what not on the side, that being said i can't alway be online! please do not bombard me 24/7 but i always love a good reminder here and there, just not painfully every minute. i'm personally an advanced literate roleplayer so it may take me a bit more time to type up my replies because i love details and details and details! i also write in 3rd person and would prefer my rp partner to be about the same please. just easier that way for me. mostly i'm looking to do ocxcc (me playing my oc) but i'm also VERY happy to double up!! i love seeing other creative ocs and setting both sides around the same time and letting our ocs interact. let's just make sure that both sides are fair and we write the same for both! that being said, please do help come up with the plot. let's get our creative juices flowing and throw out all ideas, no matter how insignificant or dumb you may think it is; i will gladly hear it!! i'm very much someone that LOVES talking ooc with my partners. i love sending tiktoks, edits we make, ideas, headcanons, all outside the rp. i would love for my rp partner to also love those things because it just makes it more fun for us both! nsfw is completely fine and i am more than very happy to do it, let's just not make it something that happens every five minutes you know. i am also fine with more darker/dead dove sort of topics as long as we're both in agreement to what we're comfortable with and not comfortable with. one detail i would very much love to add to the roleplays is omegaverse, but that's not required or anything at all. now for the more fun details! alrighty here are the fandoms i am currently looking to roleplay and what characters i would love to pair with my oc from each of these fandoms! (fair warning some of these i don't have a wiki for my oc, but i do have the important details we will need to start off) - Shameless (as of this being written i am on season 5, episode 7, and i haven't ever seen the show before so i'd love minimum spoilers! i will keep track with you where i'm at in the show ofc as time goes on!) : Philip/ Lip or Fiona Gallagher. off topic but for this show i'd also love to do Ian x Mickey (me playing mickey) - Marvel (this is very broad but so you know, i have seen all the movies; not recently but i have, and i've watched up to the FATWS show. i have seen both Spiderverse movies, the X-Men movies, Daredevil, The Punisher show, Venom, and i'm pretty sure that's it for now) : Logan Howlett, Miguel O'hara, Miles Morales, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Eddie Brock/Venom - One Piece (oh the wonder that is of this anime. i won't lie, i only started it recently and i just got to Skypiea and that arc sooo you will have to be very patient with me on this show 😭) : Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Nico Robin, Hawkeye Mihawk - OHSHC (one of my all time favorite animes, i've rewatched this show so many times already. it's such a comfort and i just love it!!) : Kyoya Ootori - MHA (so i'm rewatching the show because i stopped watching after like Endeavor Agency arc i think it was, so it was a long while back. right now i'm on season 2 and JUST started the UA Sports Festival arc so like with One Piece be patient because I have like 3-4 shows i'm watching at the moment LOL) : Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Natsuo Todoroki

i'm more than happy to move to discord to discuss and roleplay there, but for now that's all. i'll try to get back to every like that i see as soon as possible!

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[cursedvida]

The Art of Unplanning (Kyoya Ootori x fem!OC)

I just rewatched the anime the other week and though about how the 15years old me used to be really obsessed with this anime/manga and i think i owe her to make a fic about her favorite character so this is just a very self-indulgent thing

Kyoya's centric fanfic based on the post-manga events. So... A lot of spoilers of the manga basically if you ask me of some warnings. Plus explicit language and eventual smut in the future. Also i know this story is from 2006 but i just decided to based the fic in nowadays bc i need to include social media on it lol sorry not sorry.

Its also Kyoya's POV mostly of the story. A classic slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, sunshine/grumpy trope and a lot of denial of feelings. Haruhi and Tamaki as a golden otp because they're everything to me and Tamaki and Kyoya's friendship being a main thing in this plot because their dynamic is priceless ok. So... I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Kyoya Ootori always had a plan, but over the years and thanks to his friends, he had realized that a bit of improvisation could yield very good results. He hadn’t planned on spending his last year of high school abroad, but when Haruhi and Tamaki went to Boston, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to get a head start on the inevitable. It wasn’t also part of the plan to end up applying to universities in the United States either, or for Tamaki to show up at his house unannounced when Haruhi had too much studying to do and needed to focus, but those were acceptable surprises.

Yes, there were many things that weren’t planned and turned out well, but many more, like meeting that spoiled brat, had disaster written all over them from the start.

[ty-does-blogs]

"It feels like flying" [Chp1] {Pt1}

The loud speaker crackle on overhead as the sound of casual conversations could be heard. The people talking slowly brought their conversations to a close, or continuing them as the announcer said "Will contestant number 25 please come to the main floor. Your set is up next." The monetized voice finished as the person in the navy blue and purple suit turned to their family.

"That's me." They said the sound of excitement bubbling in the back. There was this look of delight behind the light blue iris of their face . A small light chuckle sounded for their mothers throat.

"We'll be waiting in the front row watching you Enkai." said their mother as she had slightly squeezed their shoulders. Enkai looked to see their brother and father nodding along. With one final nod to their family and a good luck said. Enkai turned on their heals and walked to the starting area. After placing her bag in the locker and closing it. Enkai took a deep breath.

"You've got this. You belong in the air." They said as the hallway became slightly brighter as the gymnastics area came into view. A smile appeared on their face as they waved to everyone. The sound of voices cheering then becoming quite as a hush came over. They climbed up the silks hand grabbing the soft material. The music started and she took their place. Slowly the silk twirled as she moved. Enkai turned with the music.

"I let it fall, my heart. And as it fell, you rose to claim it." The music flowed into her ears. Enkai turned, their body flowing against the sight breeze from the ac. You could always feel it this close to the ceiling. Their body stretched out flowing the memorized retune.

"It was dark and I was over. Until you kissed my lips and you saved me." The music continued pulling any thoughts from Enkai's mind as they grabbed more silk and moved around. The light always made Enkai look beautiful. Their body moved so softly as the silks were layer across it.

"My hands, they're strong. But my knees were far too weak." They twisted around. The soft scurrying of the two extra people never reached their ears. The sound of the music had always been too loud for you. Nobody ever noticed the small earplugs in their ears to help quiet it. They slowly leaned out stretching in the silks.

"To stand in your arms." They leaned out before letting the silk go. "Without falling to your feet." They dropped down a bit. A small smile forming. That was her favorite part. "But there's a side to you." Their family and the crowd watched in awe. The way she looked always looked ethereal." That I never knew, never knew." Enkai climbed back up then laid upside down. Reaching down, grabbing more silk. Enkai moved down before preparing themselves.

"And the games you play." They grabbed more silks. "You would always win, always win." Enkai wrapped more silks around their legs. As the music flowed in the area Kyoya looked around, his friend had dragged to this meet for someone. He watched as she moved. The delicate hand that grabbed the silks. The way their slightly toned legs that had been wrapped up in the silks laid against their skin.

"But I set fire to the rain!" Enkai dropped, bringing a gasp from the crowd as they watched on. Their hands went out. "Watched it pour as I touched your face." Grabbing the silks and bringing them close back. Kyoya let a light gasp come from his chests. He never thought this was intriguing but now, now they had aroused his interest.

" See!" A hushed whisper came from next to him." They're amazing! Don't you think?'' asked his blond haired friend named Tamaki. A small chough came from his through as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"I suppose so. I've never seen anyone do this before so I can't say for sure." His gaze never leaving the dark haired performer.

"Well, it burned while I cried." Enkai reached out. Their legs wrapping in the silks. "'Cause I heard it screaming out your name." They dropped again this time adding a few flips as they went down.

"Your name." They flipped down again before collecting more of the silks and spinning. "When I lay with you. I could stay there." Moving back up the silk, they stopped mid way to pose in the silks. The one free hand stretched out before coming back up to their head. "Close my eyes." She paused moving the silks back as they poised. Enkai loved this feeling. The air moving around her, the lights that slightly cooked her skin. It was everything to them." Feel you here forever. You and me together." Enkai let the silks fall as she sat in mid air. The silks tension providing support as she swung in the air." Nothing gets better." She turned in the silks. Reaching to begin the climb up the silks.

"'Cause there's a side to you. That I never knew, never knew." Kyoya watched in amazement as the girl climbed. The silks like a barrier in-between her and him.

"You know. She's gonna start at Ouran soon. Shell be in our class." Tamaki said, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend, whose gray eyes were stuck on the moving creature in front of him.

"Really?" He asked not taking his eyes away. "Maybe we can get her to visit the host club sometimes." He added before letting the music take him over again.

"All the things you'd say, They were never true, never true." They moved around making sure to keep the silks in place. "And the games you'd play. You would always win, always win." The silks got wrapped around their legs. As she continued, they moved the wraps around their feet and fixed it.

"But I set fire to the rain, Watched it pour as I touched your face." Her body flexed out as it spun. The glittering sparkles of the costume showed in the light. Her hand went up only to fall back down her body. Oh how kyoya wanted it to be his hands. But that would wait, as much as he wanted that. He wanted her by his side much more.

"Well, it burn while I cried, 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!" Enkai stopped and just flowed in the air. The way the breeze felt. The slight pain in their muscles. All of it, their family said they were made for it. Gathering the silks and moving up the top of the silks. "I set fire to the rain. And I threw us into the flames." Their body stretched out. Before slipping back and flipping under the silks. Enkai stretched out letting their unbound leg fall as they looked like an angel coming from heaven.

"When it fell something dark 'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time!" Climbing to the top of the silks. She posed again. The silks perfectly falling around them. "Sometimes I wake up by the door." Their body flipped over and fell upside down, wrapping the silks around. They flexed their body around.

"That heart you caught must be waiting for you." Everyone watched as they moved up again, before laying sideways. The music continued as the silks flowed around. Slowly the music came to a close as enkai did one final drop. Falling from the ceiling as the silks held onto their body. Their body spun as they ended with their foot out and wrapped in the silks. Soon the loud roar of cheering could be heard. Enkai drank it in. The white lights slowly growing replacing the red ones. They bowed as the crowd stood and cheered.

"WOOOHOOO!!" Shouted their mother with growing claps from your brother, and whistling coming from your dads mouth. What Enkai didn't expect to see was Tamaki and his friend cheering her on.

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Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 8

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she’s up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who’s equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

The whispering that occasionally followed Asuka as she ducked through the crowd to make her way out to the terrace was not her favorite thing in the world. She was learning more and more that Kyouya wasn’t really a frequent guest haver but more of a floating entity that occasionally sold you goods.

Obviously that made him more desirable and mysterious. 

Asuka heaved a sigh as she finally made it to the terrace and gently shut the large glass doors behind her. The talking and music instantly became muffled, the sound of chirping bugs and gentle wind taking over as the primary sound. She moved forward to lean on the rail and stare out at the expansive garden. 

She was to be Kyouya’s shield, in a way. She could do that. She was almost positive he’d give her some sort of script for these phone calls. She was also realizing that this partnership might lead her to talking to more girls across the school– certainly she might make some good connections there. 

But for now, she would focus on designing the jewelry. If she wanted to do a line based on the Host Club to sell to Host Club goers, it would be best to make a unique piece for each host. Perhaps she could sit down and do interviews…

Asuka’s peaceful thoughts were interrupted by the rest of the party goers flooding through the doors. As fast as everyone has arrived, Mayu has already managed to find Asuka and grab her by the shoulders. 

“You have so much explaining to do!” She whisper shouts at her friend, turning Asuka around to face her.

Asuka stumbles slightly in surprise.

“Jesus, Mayu! What’s going on?” 

“Oh.” Mayu unhands her, “Right now they’re just announcing the queen of the ball.” Her face suddenly hardens again, “But you are not getting out of the details this time. We have a whole car ride back home for you to talk so you better start getting ready for it.”

Yeah, there was not any escaping this one. She could resign to that. 

Asuka turned back around and shuffled backwards to stand next to Mayu, realizing that Tamaki had been shouting dramatically the whole time at a pair situated down just before the garden. 

Tooru Suzushima, he’s in teacups isn’t he? She thought to herself, Then is that his fiancee down there? I suppose it would make sense–

Asuka zoned back in as Mayu gasped next to her. In the few brief moments she had zoned out while trying to recognize the two at the front of the garden, the host Haruhi Fujioka had somehow found himself kissing Suzushima’s fiancee on the lips. 

Asuka clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh as the rest of the surrounding crowd gasped. She was quite shocked as well, she could admit. It seemed her laughter had infected Mayu, who now gripped Asuka’s shoulder again and sealed her lips tightly. 

“Lets go, lets go.” Mayu choked out, dragging Asuka into the pandemonium that was the crowd behind them. 

The two girls slipped through the throng of ladies to get back to the glass doors. At first Asuka was glad to be leaving, and then she remembered why Mayu was probably so eager to. 

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Asuka groaned loudly into her hands as the limo drove quietly along the dark road. Mayu shook her by the shoulder. (Ow. Her poor shoulder. Seriously, it should be bruised at this point.)

“I’m telling my driver to lock these doors and not let you out until you answer me!” She declared. 

Asuka looked up from her hands, face hot; “It's a weird question, Mayu! Seriously! I’m trying to indulge in that girlish whimsy you were talking about but this is just weird!” 

“It's not weird!” She scolded, “You danced with a cute boy! You can comment on if he's a good dancer or if his hands or soft or if-” 

“Stooop.” Asuka rolled her eyes. 

“You’re literally blushing!” 

“Because I’m embarrassed by these questions! It was just a dance!” 

Truth be told, if this was just some random guy it might be easier to indulge in Mayu’s ‘girlish whimsy’ desires. But effective earlier today; Kyouya was officially a business partner. Business and romance were strictly different things.Was he attractive? Yes. She could admit that. Hosting business was obviously the place to be for someone with his looks. Did she want to think in depth about how he was a surprisingly good dancer or how his hands were soft but surprisingly strong? No. She didn’t. She actively wanted to erase all those thoughts from her head right this moment.

“Does he wear cologne?” Mayu’s voice suddenly pierced her thoughts again.

“Oh my god!” Asuka exclaimed, “He was a good dancer! His hands were soft! With the way he smiles you’d think he’s a fox in disguise! Is that enough for you? Can I skip the cologne question?” she pleaded. 

Mayu stared quietly for a moment before bursting into laughter. 

“You added that last part in yourself.” She grinned. 

Asuka stared back at Mayu slack jawed before reaching over and grabbing her friend by the shoulders.

“You make me fucking crazy!” 

[fragmentedshards]

And yet again more Tsubame Kinoshita! I’m busy busy busy with school, but I want to write more of Tsubame and Kyoya’s story; I’ve been working on a little scene with them that I’ve had in my head for ages, hopefully I’ll be able to write much more in the future.

[kumezyzo]

chapter seven of STG was posted!

okay tbh, i made kyoya kinda ooc towards the end 😅 but hey, its fine.... its for plot.... and he'll be back to normal in the next chapter. oki bye bye. and please enjoy and comment and shit 😭😭

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hold tight || tamaki suoh - chapter one

Summary: In which a politician’s daughter begrudgingly transfers to Ouran Academy

Word Count: 2,036

Preface | Chapter One

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chapter one : out of element ❝ i feel very small. i don't understand. i have so much courage, fire, energy, for so many things. and yet, i get so hurt, so wounded by small things ❞

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"Perhaps I should have warned you about the uniform."

A light chuckle left Kyoya's lips when he was met with Kana's frightening glare. Her usually slender figure was covered up by a pastel yellow school uniform. She grunted and pulled at the puffy sleeves, muttering, "I have been dressed by Versace himself, and you stuff me into this monstrous uniform. I look like a pastry."

Kyoya rolled his eyes, ignoring the death glare she had sent his way. There were times when it felt as though being in her presence was no different from being in the presence of a very angry goddess. The goddess of death, perhaps. Her porcelain skin and obsidian features would surely fit the bill. But then, his nickname at Ouran Academy had been "The Shadow King." Surely commoners such as Haruhi Fujioka viewed him the same way he saw Kana Kadenokiji.

"You have far more important matters to attend to than your outfits. The drive to the school will be about thirty minutes. I can walk to you to class when we arrive."

The girl only hummed, turning her head and pressing her head against the window. She and Ootori were only a few days apart, birthday wise, so it was no surprise they'd ended up in the same class. She knew she would have an adjustment period. There was a vast difference between having to see Ootori every week and seeing him everyday.

It would be a welcome distraction, though. It would be refreshing to see a life outside the walls of her bedroom. She swallowed the lump in her throat, fingers gripping her yellow skirt. "Are there any updates?"

Kana watched a look of remorse cross Ootori's face, and she wished she'd never asked. "None."

"I asked you for this one thing--"

"Your brother is a fifteen-year-old boy who ran into the woods in broad daylight. He couldn't have gotten far, so please, let my family handle this," He responded.

She motioned for the driver to shut the partition, turning her attention back to her dress. It had taken a full week for her to completely transfer her files to Ouran. When she'd arrived, she was presented with a tour of the pink European-esque architecture. It was beautiful, to say the least. She was sure the only thing she would have to worry about was getting lost.

Her eyes landed on the diamond encrusted ring around her finger, and she remembered the club activities Ootori involved himself in. He'd mentioned it briefly, as though he were asking her rather than telling her. Truthfully, she couldn't have cared less; but she supposed she would have to, now that she was attending the same school as he. She wondered if he'd ever spoken of it to his colleagues.

"You don't have to take it off if you aren't comfortable with it," Kyoya explained, as though reading her mind. "No one at the school is aware of our engagement except those who put effort into researching each of the students. It's public record, so there isn't any point in hiding it. And most of my work at the Host Club consists of finances and advertising, so there's no problem there."

"I thought you were supposed to be the Cool Type."

"You don't think so?"

A sigh left her mouth. "I am going to be your wife, Ootori. I think whatever you want me to think."

Equals. It had been an unspoken agreement between the two that they would treat each other as equals, and nothing less. They were each brilliant in their own way, they would each have their own roles to fulfill within the business. Still, that never stopped the uneasy feeling that rested in Kana's stomach. The feeling that one day, Ootori would surpass her in her own game, and she would become Ootori Kana: wife of the CEO of Kadenokiji Industries. Nothing less, and unfortunately, nothing more.

Thirty minutes passed in complete silence. Ootori was writing in his little black book, and Kana spent the remainder of the travel staring out the window. Every so often, she would catch a glimpse of Jun, hiding in plain sight; but she would blink, and the image would be distorted. It would be a boy with skin that too tall to have been Jun, or perhaps too skinny, or perhaps too happy.

Kyoya had requested that they be dropped off at the back of the school, stating that it was a much easier route to the classroom they would need to get to. Kana glanced down at her schedule and sighed. These classes couldn't have been much harder than the ones she'd been given at home.

"These classes are going to be much harder than the ones you've been given at home," Kyoya stated, opening the door on his side of the car and reaching for his bag. "You're going to need some time to adjust, but I assure you, you'll be alright."

She narrowed her eyes at the Shadow King. He hadn't mentioned anything about rigorous schoolwork -- come to think of it, he hadn't mentioned anything about schoolwork. Most of his arguments consisted of Japanese education and distractions. Not five minutes and she already found herself missing her Parisian tutor, Emilie. She'd had an odd name and her Japanese hadn't been perfect, but she might have preferred the familiarity to whatever nonsense awaited her.

Emilie had taught her English, French, and Latin. She'd been the kindest of Kana's three tutors, and even when she'd been harsh, it had been hard to stay angry at her. The girl was of Indian descent and had stood at 5'2" with sweet brown eyes and a warm smile. Snapping at her had made Kana felt as though she'd kicked a small kitten.

Jinwoo had taught her maths and sciences -- and by default, Korean, as he refused to speak in Japanese. This had been something Kana forced herself to becoming accustomed to, assuming that he hadn't known how to speak Japanese or English. She learned three years later that the old man was fluent in Japanese, English, Mandarin, and Swiss.

Rosita had been her music teacher -- or musical warlord. She'd used extreme methods in her efforts to teach Kana the violin. The lessons stopped when she turned fifteen and her father noticed light bruising on her left hand. They never spoke of it.

If the classes at Ouran Academy were more extreme than the ones she'd taken at home, she swore to herself she would call her driver to bring her home within the first hour.

Kyoya had gone out of his way to lead Kana to her classroom, speaking to her despite the cold aura she seemed to radiate. He spoke of the founders of Ouran Academy, the subjects, he'd even gone out of his way to mention the Host Club. He was well aware she had no interest in learning any of this, but he would take comfort in knowing she was well-informed.

"The teacher was previously a professor in Tokyo. I can give you a copy of his file so you're aware of his credentials."

"No, thank you." Kana stopped at the door of the classroom and took a breath. As she stepped into the busy classroom, it occurred to her why her father had invested so much money into home-schooling her and her brother. The teenagers in front of her were no better than heathens.

She wondered how many of them would know who she was. Whether or not they would approach her, and she rehearsed the cutting lines she would respond with in her head. Kana made her way through the classroom, taking a seat three rows from the back -- one seat away from Ootori. Her eyes shifted to the black-haired boy, who stood at the doorway speaking to an eccentric blond male. The corner of her lip switch as she watched Ootori deadpan at the boy's eccentric movements.

'That must be Suoh, then,' She thought to herself. Ootori would mention him every now and then -- mostly to vent about what an idiot he was. Still, Ootori seemed to treasure their friendship, and she wondered if he was as interesting as Ootori had described him. 'The Host Club's king,' she recalled.

The group of students fell into silence as the professor entered, and everyone scattered to their seats. Suoh took the seat behind Kana, and it occurred to her that she should have checked the surrounding seats before choosing.

Despite Ootori's warnings, the professor was rather liberal in his teachings. He was kind, extending a hand to Kana as he asked her to introduce herself. When she respectfully declined, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she was met with Suoh's strange violet irises.

"Hello, Princess. My name is Tamaki Suoh. It's a pleasure to have you here." He took a hold of Kana's hand, placing a kiss to her knuckles. "I assume you've heard of me?"

"Tamaki, please take your hands off Miss Kadenokiji," Ootori sighed, already exasperated at his antics.

Kana glanced at him, amused that he hadn't been able to last ten minutes at Ouran Academy without breaking his façade. He'd always been so composed during their meetings. Was it Suoh that was able to bring it out of him? If so, how far would she be able to push him?

"It's nice to meet you," Kana replied to Suoh, slipping her hand out of his grasp. When the smile fell from his face, she added, "Ootori has mentioned you quite a bit."

Ootori glared at her through his glasses, and Suoh threw himself at him, yelling praises about how much he loved him and how he always knew they were meant to be friends. Mischief danced in Kana's dark eyes as she turned her attention back to the professor. She had always known how to play her cards correctly. It was no wonder why her father had chosen her to be his heir.

"Mommy dear, I always knew you cared for me! Why, it's no wonder, after all. My blond hair and light features compliment yours, perfectly! You are the moon to my sun. I am the stars in your sky. We are perfect for each other!"

Kyoya cleared his throat. "Tamaki, shouldn't you be focusing on making Miss Kadenokiji more comfortable? It is her first day at Ouran Academy."

"Ah, yes. So, tell me!" The extravagant French boy turned his attention to the girl, leaning so far over his desk that, if the laws of physics had applied, he would have fallen. "Why did such a beautiful girl like yourself transfer to Ouran Academy?"

"Because I wanted to," Kana responded simply, doing her best to focus on the lesson.

"You know, I've heard about you and your family."

Kana stiffened, her grasp tightening on the fountain pen between her fingers. Surely he wouldn't bring up her brother's disappearance in such a public place. Information such as that could be used for blackmail. There was no use if he was going to announce it in the middle of a classroom, and why wasn't the professor interfering? Surely this has to be against school policy. No one else is talking. Was this a daily issue? Had they gotten so used to it that they didn't bother cutting him off?

"All of you are just so beautiful. Tell me, do you get your beauty from your mother or your father?" Suoh flirted, while Ootori simply copied down his notes. "I'm sorry, I can't help but ask. I've never seen a beauty quite like yours, Princess Kana."

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, ignoring the ink puddles that were now staining her paper. Perhaps attending a school in which everyone knew who she was, wasn't her best distraction after all.