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anonymousewrites · 2 days ago
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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Seven
Kyoya Ootori x Reader
Chapter Seven: Pansy for Thoughts
Summary: The Host Club goes to an Ootori resort, and (Y/N) and Honey end up in trouble.
            (Y/N) smiled as they floated on their back in the water. When they woke up for school that morning, they hadn’t expected to be dragged to drag to the Ootori Aqua Garden before it’s opening, but, hey, what were rich friends for if not to have new experiences that they weren’t going to afford on their own? So there was (Y/N), wearing green swim trunks and a white swim shirt in the middle of a tropical forest.
            “It’s so peaceful here,” sighed Tamaki happily. “Quiet, no customers to serve, just what the doctor ordered for a young warrior…” He grabbed Haruhi by the shoulders before she could find her way to the exit. “We have splendid tropical birds here, Haruhi. Electronic replicas, too. Know what kind of bird that is? You know, as irrelevant as that really is, it still behooves those who pursue beauty to let our minds wander like this once in a while.”
            “Mine’s wandering and not remotely interested. Can I go home now?” sighed Haruhi. “I gotta do laundry…Though I am curious to know what Kyoya’s family business is really about.”
            “We manage a plethora of enterprises, Haruhi,” said Kyoya. “If they have anything in common, though, I suppose it’s that they all have to do with healing.”
            (Y/N) swam to the sign of the pool and floated at the edge, leaning on their hands and looking at their friends. “Kyoya, could you phrase that in a more mysterious way?”
            “It’s simply the truth,” said Kyoya, smiling.
            “Right,” said (Y/N).
            “Haruhi! Let’s go try the waterslide!” said Kaoru.
            “Where’s your bathing suit? You didn’t pick one from our extensive inventory?” said Hikaru.
            “Can’t you swim?” said Kaoru.
            “I can okay, it’s just that I don’t really care to, here,” said Haruhi, shrugging. “I like wading pools. Dressing for swimming’s kind of a hassle, anyways.”
            “Wading pool? What’s that?” said Kaoru.
            “It’s round. About this big—” Haruhi held out her hands. “—and you blow it up.”
            “That’s an airboat,” said Hikaru. “No such thing as cheap pools. It’s for riding, not wading.”
            “No, it’s a pool, and it’s for kids,” said Haruhi.
            “Naw, it’s a boat,” said Kaoru.
            “Idiots!” said Tamaki, grabbing the twins. “If Haruhi says it’s a pool, it’s a pool! Don’t argue with her!”
            “Haruhi! Come and swim with (Y/N) and me!” said Honey, waving from where he was sitting on Mori’s back while he did all the swimming (against the current).
            “…They do realize they’re doing it wrong, right?” said Haruhi, looking at (Y/N) at the edge of the pool.
            They chuckled. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
            Splash!
            “Hey!” said Tamaki as a stream of water hit him.
            “Here we go, Boss!” said the twins. “The twins versus the king!”
            “Don’t get me involved in such childish things,” said Tamaki.
            “Tamaki, you’re the most childish of them all,” said (Y/N), chuckling.
            “Hey…” said Tamaki.
            “Haruhi, will you marry me? Now?” said Kaoru, taking Haruhi’s hand.
            Haruhi deadpanned, knowing they were messing with Tamaki.
            Tamaki loaded a giant water gun and fired. “Don’t get fresh with her!”
            “Now we’re rolling!” said the twins, grinning and running.
            (Y/N) looked at Haruhi. “See? He is.”
            Haruhi smiled and laughed lightly. She took a coconut drink and situated herself on a seat. She looked up as Mori got out of the pool.
            “Taking a break?” Mori nodded. “Want a drink?” He nodded again.
            Honey was kicking his feet happily (still against the current), and (Y/N) swam out to hold onto his flotation device and to swim with him.
            “Take this!” said Tamaki. “Side leap beam! Gotcha!” He lunged to the side and fired his water gun.”
            It hit the twins, who shot back at him. Tamaki slipped on the water and fell into a pole. His shoulder hit a lever situation, and a loud thunk echoed. Instantly, the water surged to life, and a wave loomed over Honey and (Y/N).
            “Eh?” said Honey.
            “Honey!” said (Y/N), grabbing him as the wave hit them. The water smashed them into the water, and they were propelling downriver.
            “(Y/N)!” shouted Haruhi.
            “Mitsukuni!” shouted Mori. He dove in, but the other current caught him and pulled him back to shore.
            Kyoya stood instantly as the water washed (Y/N) and Honey away.
            “Kyoya, we gotta shut it off!” shouted Tamaki.
            “You broke the lever!” snapped Kyoya.
            “I’ll go after them myself, then!” said Tamaki, running towards the jungle. He screamed and jumped back as alligators snapped at him from the water and piranhas swam beneath his feet. He screamed and jumped back into the twins’ arms.
            “Hm. Alligator’s roaming loose creates difficulties, the piranhas need rethinking, and the controls for the currents need to be moved.” Irritated, Kyoya wrote quick, curt notes in his notebook.
            “We’re test subjects?” said Tamaki, sweat-dropping.
            “Of course,” sighed Haruhi.
            “I know the direction the current took them. Let’s start moving,” said Kyoya, turning to face the jungle.
            “Want to tell us what else we should be watching out for, Mr. Vice-President?” said the twins, hands on their hips.
            “We’re in the jungle zone by the south gate. So there may be—” rain started to pour “—squalls.”
            “Quick, to the hut!” said Tamaki, gesturing to the small pavilion.
            The hosts ran in to escape the rain.
            “How long is this going to last?” said Kaoru. Poor Mori was staring, forlorn, at the rain.
            “A moment. It’s already letting up,” said Kyoya. He was waiting for a chance to leave as intently as Mori.
            “Okay, everyone, ready?” said Tamaki.
            “Right, Boss,” said the twins, holding up their water pistols threateningly.
            “Right.” Tamaki held up a map. “Here’s the layout of the garden with our current position. We figure Honey and (Y/N) will wash up at one of these two locations. Either here or here. We gotta cover at least two square miles!”
            “There’s a lot of unspecified areas…” Haruhi looked doubtfully at the map.
            “They haven’t been developed yet,” said Kyoya.
            “Alright, here’s the situation,” said Tamaki. “We must plunge into the jungle, rescue Honey and (Y/N), and escape! We’ll take two teams—”
            “Follow me,” said Kyoya, walking into the jungle without waiting for Tamaki to finish his ridiculous, dramatic plan.
            “Hey!” Tamaki pouted and ran after them.
            “Hustle it, boss, or you’ll get left behind,” called the twins.
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            (Y/N) pulled themself out of the pool and groaned. Their bruised shoulder hurt, and now their leg was scraped from being tossed around by waves—they were really doing great. The cuts were shallow but stung uncomfortably.
            “Are you alright?” said Honey.
            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). They were able to move just fine, these were the same types of minor cuts and bruises they used to get as a kid running around and playing. They looked around themself. “We should try to get back to the others. Who knows what the Ootoris put out here.”
            “I’ll keep us safe!” said Honey, beaming.
            “Thanks, Honey,” said (Y/N), smiling.
            “And Mori and Kyoya and the others will be trying to find us, too, so we’ll be okay!” said Honey.
            “We all know how much Mori worries about you,” they said, smiling.
            “And Kyoya will be worried about you,” replied Honey.
            “What do you mean?” said (Y/N), frowning.
            Honey smiled. “He’ll be looking for you. You’re his favorite.” He turned to face the jungle. “Let’s go!”
            (Y/N) stared at him in surprise, frowned, and followed.
            His favorite, huh?
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            “Mori fell in a ditch!”
            “Who would’ve thought?!”
            The twins stared as the normally calm and composed Mori tripped and fell into mud. He stood, face still emotionless, but everyone was aware of him not acting like himself. He was worried about Honey and being separated from him, of course.
            “He and Honey are childhood friends, right?” said Haruhi as she considered the situation.
            “They’re cousins,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.
            “The Morinozuka family has served the Haninozuka family for generations,” said Kyoya.
            “However, marriage blended the families two generations ago, so the hierarchy should now be inoperative,” said the twins. “That hasn’t stopped Mori from sticking with Honey, though.”
            “Or his young brother from sticking with Honey’s,” said (Y/N), nodding.
            “I figure that loyalty is in the blood. It comes naturally,” said Tamaki, smiling fondly. “Such a sweet tale!” His moment of deep thought was over, and he dramatically teared up.
            “Mori,” said Haruhi, looking at the taller boy. “Honey’s alright, you know. They both are. He’s small, but he’s tough, and there are coconuts for them to eat if they’re hungry.”
            Mori smiled slightly and patted Haruhi on the head. Haruhi smiled at him.
            “Is Mori taking over for dad?!” Tamaki couldn’t believe it.
            “Not from you, Boss,” said Hikaru, unimpressed.
            “You have nothing to fear there,” said Kaoru, equally deadpan.
            Kyoya was still walking, and his phone rang. He tsked, busy, but he picked up as he saw a worker’s name. “Hello? We have a situation. Well, it’s a little complicated. Yes. Send a search party. The river at the south entrance. Yes. And make it snappy.” Kyoya hung up and looked back at the group. “A search team’s on its way. They’ll do a better job than we can. Let’s go back to the gate so we can—” He paused. “Where are Mori and Haruhi?”
            Kaoru, Hikaru, and Tamaki’s eyes widened. The pair had disappeared into the jungle, too. An irk mark appeared on Kyoya’s forehead.
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            “I wonder just how far we ended up from the others,” said (Y/N), frowning as they and Honey kept walking.
            “Takashi isn’t far,” said Honey, smiling.
            What, do they have cousin sixth senses? I thought only twins had that, thought (Y/N). However, as they walked, they did hear shouting.
            “Put that boy down, sir, now!”
            Honey and (Y/N) ran forward at the aggressive orders and spotted Mori, holding Haruhi, surrounded by Ootori police with guns.
            “Oh my god!” said (Y/N), eyes wide.
            “Wait a sec!” said Haruhi as the police pulled her away from Mori.
            “You’re safe now, son, the situation’s in hand,” said the police.
            Mori narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled Haruhi back since she clearly wasn’t trying to go with them.
            “He’s resisting!” shouted the police. “If he persists, prepare to fire!”
            “Honey!” said (Y/N).
            Honey was already in motion. He jumped, grabbed a vine, and swung into the clearing. “Takahi, Haruhi, duck! Hyah!”
He kicked the police down. Haruhi’s eyes widened in shock as she watched Honey, the tiny, sweet third-year everyone loved, kick the Ootori police’s ass.
            “Jeeez, what a buncha weaklings!” said Honey. He puffed out his cheeks. “Don’t pick on my friends, y’hear? That’s a no-no!”
            “I don’t think they can hear you,” said (Y/N), looking at the unconscious men.
            “(Y/N), you’re alright!” said Haruhi, smiling in relief.
            “I think you were in more trouble than I was,” laughed (Y/N).
            “Haruhi, are you okay?!” Tamaki finally caught up and immediately ran to Haruhi.
            “Wha…Oh, Honey handled things,” said Kaoru.
            “They’re knocked out. Okay otherwise,” said Hikaru.
            “Honey gave them the usual,” said Kaoru.
            “Good to see you and Honey, (Y/N),” said Hikaru.
            “I really don’t think we were the ones in danger,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “You know how Honey is.”
            “What are you talking about with Honey?” said Haruhi, frowning.
            “You don’t know?” said (Y/N). “The Haninozuka are a famous martial arts family. Honey’s a national champion in judo and karate. Mori’s a national kendo champion.”
            Haruhi’s jaw dropped open. “No way.”
            (Y/N) chuckled at her reaction.
            “You were Haruhi’s most noble protector, Takashi,” said Honey, patting Mori on the head (Mori had bent down). “Not too lonely while I was away, were you?”
            “Not really,” said Mori quietly.
            Honey smiled and hopped onto his back. “Okay! Piggyback me to the exit.”
            Kaoru and Hikaru sighed. “We didn’t even get to enjoy the park. It’s a school night, so that about does it.”
            “I want to go to bed…” sighed Haruhi.
            “Me, too,” said (Y/N). That had been enough excitement for them.
            “Say, we could do a beach for summer vacation,” said Hikaru and Kaoru. “How’s that sound?”
            “Why would Haruhi be interested in that?” said Tamaki, huffing.
            “The beach…” Haruhi hummed. “I might want to go to the beach.”
            “No, Haruhi, what?!” Tamaki was ashamed that the twins had come up with an idea she was happy with.
            “I’ve always found these fancy-schmancy artificial places a major turn-off. The sea is beautiful and real.” Haruhi smiled. “I like the idea.”
            “Then I guess it’s the beach next time,” said (Y/N), smiling as they headed towards the exit.
            “(Y/N),” said Kyoya, stopping them from leaving. “You need to get those cuts disinfected.”
            “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it when I get home,” said (Y/N) as their friends headed to their cars. “I’ll just get a ride with someone—”
            “I have first aid in my car,” said Kyoya. His was pulling up outside the water park. “We can handle the scrape now while you get home.”
            (Y/N) nodded. “Alright.” They weren’t going to argue with Kyoya (no one won against him).
            (Y/N) followed Kyoya to his car, and he told his driver (Y/N)’s address. No sooner were they inside than the car sped off, and Kyoya opened a compartment to pull out a first aid kit.
            “Show me the cut,” said Kyoya.
            “I can handle it myself,” said (Y/N), smiling.
            “Show me,” said Kyoya.
            (Y/N) sighed and put up their leg. As they had said before, no one won an argument against Kyoya. The easiest thing to do was just listen to him.
            Kyoya looked at the shallow cut down the front of their knee. He dapped a cotton ball into the isopropyl alcohol bottle and dabbed it against (Y/N)’s knee. They grimaced at the sting of the alcohol against their cut, but Kyoya kept a steady hand on their knee to keep them in place as he dabbed. Silently, he reached back into the first aid box and took out antibiotic ointment. He patted a bit around (Y/N)’s cut before finally putting a band aid on it.
            The entire time, (Y/N) watched silently. What were they supposed to say? That Honey’s words about them being Kyoya’s favorite were bouncing around their head and they were curious about whether it was true?
            I have no reason to be jealous, and yet— And yet the feeling of him taking care of them was undeniably nice. Oh. That’s a…new thought. There had been a lot of those recently.
            “There,” said Kyoya.
            (Y/N) put their leg down. “Thank you, Kyoya.”
            “Do try not to wander off when we go to the beach. We can’t have you getting lost again,” said Kyoya. That was his version of “you’re welcome, but don’t make me do this again.”
            Or, said (Y/N)’s head, his version of he was worried.
            (Y/N) ignored themself and smiled. “You can blame Tamaki for this one. But don’t worry. I won’t. You won’t have to fix me up again.”
            “Good. I prefer not to,” said Kyoya. He had been a bit worried, after all.
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moodnoodle · 7 months ago
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ouran sketches :)
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sometrasno · 1 month ago
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A sticker set I made of a very badgood comfort show!
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notafandomblog · 3 months ago
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Bro I accidentally broke a vase that's worth 8 million yen. What do I do?
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babyouran · 9 months ago
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Ouran High School Host Club - have you ever wanted to be a part of the plot? well in this fan fiction, you are put right in! y/n is the daughter of the Takahashi family who owns a successful technology company. through her friendship with haruhi she is introduced to the club and soon enough becomes a member. join her through the silly adventures and blooming relationships with her fellow hosts!
I ~ Trust Me!
II ~ Beware of the Physical Exam!
III ~ Attack of the Lady Manager!
IV ~ The Twins Fight!
V ~ The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type!
VI ~ Jungle Pool SOS!
VII ~ The Sun, the Sea, and the Host Club!
VIII ~ A Challenge from Lobelia Girls' Academy
IX ~ A Day in the Life of the Fujioka Family!
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noveaucolors · 6 months ago
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if ouran high school host club comes back in any meaningful way you it’s sooooo over for all of you
i’ve never left, i’m still here. in the alice in wonderland episode.
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fourkicks · 5 months ago
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anime-fan-05 · 6 months ago
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You don't have to but can you do the Hosts (from OHSHC) but not Haruhi when they find out their crush (female if you may) is being teased by their admirers because they're often together?
Ouran HighSchool Host Club ~Finding out their crush is being bullied by their fans~
Manga/anime: Ouran HighSchool Host Club
Warnings: nothing
(Y/N): your name
(S/O): significant other
Premise
S/O is walking calmly in the garden of Ouran HighSchool, enjoying the light breeze which ruffles his hair.
However, sounds of sobbing suddenly distracts him from the peace he was feeling: (Y/N), the girl he's madly in love with, is crying in a remote corner, with her clothes torn and her hair messed up.
S. Tamaki
He'll immediately run to you, shocked
When he finds out his fans have reduced you like that, he'll be shocked and furious: not only the girl he loves is destroyed, both physically and mentally, but she's so also due to him
Nevertheless, what will shock you the most will be the fact he'll be very quiet
It'll probably take him several days to find a solution, and he'll ask the other Hosts what to do (especially Haruhi, as she's a girl)
After a week of reflection, he'll make an announcement in front of all his fans: "I'm very flattered by your love, but what you did to my friend -he'll be tempted to say girlfriend- is unacceptable. If something like this happens again, we'll be forced to close our Host Club."
O. Kyoya
He'll probably be the one who will react coldest, but that doesn't mean he'll be less affected than the others
He'll sit next to you and give you a handkerchief to dry your tears in a rather cold way even if he'll be suffering inside
Then, he'll help you to go to wash your face, and he'll give you his clothes to change you
It'll then seem he won't take action, but in reality he'll threaten write to all his fans involved
From that day on, he'll stay closer to you in school's corridors and always accompany you home and to school to prevent something like that from happening again
H. Hikaru
He won't have the best reaction: as soon as he notices how reduced you are, he'll almost snap, and he'll almost lose his mind and freak out when he finds out he's the cause of what happened to you
In fact, he'll probably increase your crying, and he'll feel terribly bad about it
However, after about ten minutes he'll calm down, taking a deep breath, and hold you in his arms, rubbing your back and murmuring some apology to you
He'll ask his brother and Kyoya for help to find out who did that to you and Tamaki to chase everyone involved out of school
If Tamaki can't do it, he'll always be close to you, even going so far as to let you stay with him when he's at the Host Club
H. Kaoru
His first thought will be to calm you down: he won't care why you're crying, he'll just hug you tightly
After calming you down, he'll try to convince you to tell him who did that to you
When you tell him that, he'll freeze for a moment, but he'll soon recover and come back to hold you tighter than before, telling you how brave and strong you are, but also to come to him if it happens again
He'll ask his brother to help him to protect you: from then on, Kaoru will stay close to you like a bodyguard whenever he can, Hikaru will watch you from afar when his twin can't be close to you
He'll also make a promise to himself, that's never to let anyone hurt you like that again
H. Mitsukuni (Honey)
He'll immediately run towards you, hugging you tightly
When he finds out those who did that to you are his fans, his face will darken, and he'll break your embrace, give you Usa-chan and run away to those responsible for your situation
After arriving at his fans, he'll tell them to leave you alone, appearing calm on the outside and behaving as usual, but seething with anger on the inside
After this, he'll return to you to take Usa-chan back and whisper compliments to you, so that you won't think about the words of your attackers
He won't let any more unpleasant things happen to you, because he's sweet and kind, but if someone he loves gets hurt by someone...
M. Takashi (Mori)
At first he won't know how to react, so he'll stare at you for a few seconds and then give you some embarrassing pats on the head
"Y/N." "…Yes?" "What's wrong?"
After you explain what happened, he'll nod and awkwardly wrap his arm around you protectively
The next day (he'll have had to go to ask the other Hosts for advice and their approval on what he intends to do) he'll go to his fans and tell them to leave you alone
He won't care what happens next or if they're no longer his fans: for him the important thing is your happiness and security
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shackledkitty · 1 month ago
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every other ohshc host's backstory:
ooh ahh my parents.... i am missing one of my parents... my parents are neglectful, my family members... ooh ahh they're so mean... ehuhuhuhuuhuhh 😢😢😢😭😭😭😔😔😔😞😞☹️☹️🙁🙁😕
Mori:
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ren-054 · 30 days ago
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OHSHC self insert au fic art in 2024??? damn
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I wrote the AU nearly 3 years ago and it’s just been sitting in my notes, so I thought it’d be fun to visualize some of the scenes aksnsk
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ellssbellss · 2 years ago
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I may or may not have been awake for about 48 house, so I wanted to ask a request before I fall asleep.
The hosts when their SO was up for 2 days straight doing work and starts to slip when get to the host club and acting a little bit too much like the Kyoya.
been thinking about this more than my actual story lately, and i have terrible writer's block, so hopefully this will help! {thank you, anon for the idea!}
The Host Club and their Sleepy, Cranky S.O. {Ohshc X Gender Neutral!Reader}
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.oOo.
"mon amour? you need to wake up, darling." tamaki's voice whispers gently in your ear.
the darkness that had surrounded you minutes ago suddenly vanishes as you open your eyes, your head swiftly lifting off of the hard surface that you had rested your eyes upon just a few minutes ago.
it had been just a few minutes, right?
coming out of your tired daze, you feel a warm hand under your chin, and your eyes are turned to meet the concerned, violet gaze of your boyfriend. he is positioned above you, one soft hand resting the club's table in front of you and the other on your face, trailing gently from the point of your chin to the roundness of your cheekbones as his thumb runs gently over the skin there.
"my love, do you know what time it is?" his voice was like butter as dips his head a little deeper, worry creasing his perfect face as he watches you lean into his touch almost automatically.
"mmph..." through his stress about your exhausted state, he giggles slightly as you sigh and shrug, your eyelids dropping more with each second. "i don't know, love."
"it's nine, (y/n)."
"what?" any haze that had chained your brain was broken as you shot out of his gentle hold.
straightening your back, you peer towards the large windows that created a barrier between the club room and the outside world, seeing an endless night erasing any of the natural light you had experienced when you walked in here after class.
"it's nine o'clock?" panicked, the chair screeches across pristine tile as you grab at the things scattered across the table. laptop, charging cords, notebooks and pencils all make their way into your grasp as you hurriedly shove them into your bag. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?"
tamaki had watched the stress bunch up in your shoulders the minute you broke away from his grasp. he watches it wind into your muscles and face as you close up your pack and swing it around one arm, hastily pushing the chair in.
"you look like you needed your rest." he says softly, taken aback by your harsh tone. "i talked to my father to let us stay here a little while longer, since i know you have been working really hard on that project you have, and i thought-"
"exactly!" without raising your voice, he feels the sharp frustration rolling off the tip of your tongue, and it pierces something tender as you whip around to face him. "i have been working so hard not to get behind on my schedule, and now that's all out window. why didn't you wake me up like I asked?"
yellow eyebrows raise as you bite back at him, and he is getting whiplash from the sudden venom in your voice. "i tried, (y/n), but you didn't wake up!" his hands move in an pleading gesture. "you shoved my hand off when i tried to shake you and faced the other way when i kissed your cheek. the end of the world couldn't wake you."
your lips purse as your eyes squint and roll, and you stomp towards the door. stuttering, your golden retriever boyfriend follows behind as you nearly rip the door off it's hinges in your haste.
his words are rushed as he rushes to follow you out of the club room as you make your way down the long, empty staircase. "truly, you're not as behind as you might think, angel, not with all the work you've been doing?"
"you would think, huh?" another frustrated sigh escapes you, but it's more tuned towards yourself than anything. you push through the grand entrance of the school.
tamaki chases you out into the moonlight. his tall form stops in the doorframe though, when he sees the way the pale light drapes over your figure.
your usual bright stance sags in the night, and the hand he loves to hold rakes harshly through your perfect locks before it disappears to run down your face.
"(y/n), mon amour, what's wrong?" you hear his dress shoes click against the pavement. long arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a soft cheek nuzzles against the side of your face. tamaki tightens his hold, encouraging you to melt into his form. "talk to me."
after nothing more than a second, you do, because how could you not?
your head falls back as your spine molds into the bends and divots of tamaki's long torso, and a deep, shuddering sigh ripples out of you.
"i'm sorry, my love." tamaki feels your apology vibrate against his chest. "i just-, i've been extra stressed lately."
"about your project?"
"yes."
"why, angel?"
your neck twists, and you meet your prince's gaze in the complexity of his embrace, and tamaki sees the deep circles under your eyes. he notes how they had darkened since the last time he noticed them.
"i just have a lot riding on my grade for this course. my mother is counting on me for the future of her company, and if this project doesn't go well, then..."
"stop it." the comforting hug he had wrapped you in briefly vanishes as his touch pulls against your uniform. his fingers travel up your waist and forearms, gently grasping your shoulders as he spins you around to face him. "stop thinking like that."
when you're looking at him, his hands run up the rest of your body to your face, holding your jawline in his touch. "you've been working and worrying for two days, mon amour. you haven't been taking care of yourself, and there is nothing more important than your wellbeing."
his tone is different from his gallivanting, and incredibly endearing, dramatics. it's gracefully intense, like when he helped a struggling doctor find his way to his estranged daughter. the way he looks at you is also fierce, love and determination swimming in his purple irises.
"tamaki..."
"why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"
"i haven't had the time!" your voice tries weakly to defend yourself, but tamaki raises another eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "there isn't enough time in the day for me to work as hard as i have been and get a full night's rest."
"then why haven't you come to me about it?"
"i...i don't know." defeated, there is a drop in your gaze as you give up trying to defend yourself. "i thought i could do it on my own."
"you don't have to do anything on your own. not when you're with me." tamaki bends slightly to get into your line of sight. "you know you can talk to me, (y/n); that i'm here to give you anything and everything you need."
your (e/c) eyes whip back up to him. "i know that, love, but i-"
"no buts. you come to me if you need me. that's how it has always been for us."
the moonlight reflects off the small amount of wetness in your eyes, and tamaki's serious expression crumples. all of your stress and exhaustion breathes out of your body at his words. he smiles softly as you bury your face in his chest, placing his hand on your hair and another at your back, kissing the side of your head.
"i need you." your voice sings through the night, into the air as it's carried into the rose garden, red petals fully in bloom.
.oOo.
kyoya has seen this look before.
the tension of your lips as they writhe over your teeth. the slam of your footsteps as you make your way over to your usual seat across from him. especially the small smile you give to whomever greets you.
the smile that doesn't reach your eyes. the smile that falls immediately after you give some random excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation, and you let it fall because you think no one is looking.
but kyoya was watching.
"good morning, (y/n)." he greets over his laptop as you click open your own, and you meet his gaze briefly before turning your attention back to your computer, giving him the same dismissive smile.
being that he was your boyfriend, that hurt a little.
"good morning, kyo."
he lets his eyes linger on the bored, dull look that you attach to your screen, accompanied by your sluggish movements and purple smudges under your eyes. a dark eyebrow quirks from behind his glasses as your chest rises with a sigh, and your face crinkles despairingly at whatever you are working on.
"what are you doing?"
your lashes flick up to him once more before returning back to your task at hand. "i'm working on the budget."
he blinks a little at your reply. "still?"
the tension from your mouth seeps into your form at his question, and you shift in your seat. "yes, love, thank you so much for pointing that out."
lips parting slightly at the sarcasm in your voice, the club's director raises his fingers off of his keyboard, favoring to clasp them under his chin instead as a more calculating gaze sweeps the figure of his beloved.
he catches an eyebrow twitch, a flare of your nostrils, the way your head bobs slightly before you shake it, as if that could erase the pure exhaustion radiating from you.
yes, kyoya has seen this look before.
in the mirror.
"how much sleep did you get last night, my dear?"
this time, you don't even look at him when you answer. you just shrug at him, too focused on your typing to really concentrate on a reply. "i don't know. maybe an hour or so-."
a sharp flare of concern rises in his chest before you spin your computer on it's base, shoving the screen in his direction with a wary look in your eye. "does this look right to you? i feel like something's missing."
his hands are still at his mouth when he glances at the spreadsheet you two created together, the perfect, color coded numbers arranged into straight columns.
but his brow furrows even more the longer he looks at it. lowering his hands to the device, kyoya pulls it closer to him as he scrolls through, skimming the text for any sign of error or miscalculation.
he finds none.
"(y/n), this is perfect." his pupils dart across the page behind his frames. "i have no idea what you're stressing over."
the laptop is pulled away from him once more as you run a hand through your hair. "no, no." you hit the backspace button on your keyboard, tired eyes squinting over the excel sheet. "something isn't right."
your aggressive typing fills the air once more, a little more frenzied and anxious than a minute before.
kyoya leans back in his chair, still observing. "(y/n), have you been working out this budget since the time i sent it to you?"
"of course."
"that was two days ago."
"i know."
he stands, pushing out his chair, but you don't notice. "have you slept at all?"
"not really. i've been going through the math, the incoming inventory. sure, it looks perfect now, and we are within this month's spending range, but i know there's a way to save more money. if i could just-"
"that," the lid of your computer is suddenly pushed down, closing the screen in front of you. a pale hand with pianist-like fingers attached to it splays across your protective case. "is more than enough, then."
"kyoya!" you sit in front of him, shock emanating from your face as his name is gasped from your lips. "what the hell?"
kyoya leans in front of you, one hand bracing your laptop closed while the other slips into the pocket of his trousers. his raven hair falls into his eyes a little bit, but the gray color is still piercing and raw.
"my dear," he pulls away slightly, adding pressure onto your computer so that it drags to his side of the table. "you need to take a break."
"a break?" you rise as well, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but your director could tell that your patience was thinning. "i'm on the brink of figuring this out, and you want me to take a break?"
"you already have figured it out, (y/n). i looked it over. you found the solution."
"but it could be better."
quickly, kyoya rounds the table, walking into your space to grab one of your hands.
he places both of his palms around one of your own, trying to get through to you through his touch instead of his words, even if the connection was small.
"how much sleep have you had in the past forty-eight hours?"
abandoned by the distraction your work gave you, you now face your boyfriend head on as he studies your movements.
since the moment you met him, kyoya has always watched you intently. as a man who didn't involve himself with anything that he didn't care greatly for, the process of dating him has and will always include him taking the time to observe and study you; to commit your mannerisms to memory. gray irises will forever notice how you bounce your leg underneath your desk when you have something to say but won't say it out right. or how you take your (f/h/d) in the morning, and the exact brand that you use.
or how your face lights up when he comes into view from down the hallway, and you excuse yourself to meet him halfway.
or how you always seem to kiss him with soothing, deep movements, which always encourages him to respond in kind.
but, very rarely is that intent stare coupled with concern.
yet, here it was, bathing his beloved gaze as he waits for your reply, leaving you with an aching heart. you think back to they way you've been acting, cranky and stand-offish, and a pang of regret sparks in your stomach.
your hand adjusts slightly in his as you hold onto his grasp, albeit a little nervously.
"you want the truth?" your beautiful eyes break his gaze as you stubbornly shift in place.
"always."
"not very much. maybe three hours." he swallows as that sharp flare of concern burns into an engulfing flame in his torso. "in total."
A disappointed frown etches onto his handsome features, but it's not angry. it's sad.
sad that he didn't see your exhaustion before, not in it's totality. he saw your frequent yawns and the way you tended to drift off mid-conversation, but he was busy with work as well, and couldn't connect the dots until now.
"(y/n)-"
"i know, i know. it's not the best." you take a deep breath and look at him with more confidence, ready to admit to your actions. "the perfectionist in me kind of let loose. i'm sorry, i just wanted it to be the best that it could be. for the club, ya know? for you."
tugging on your clasped hands, a deep hum resonates from the ootori son as he draws you closer. soon, your hands naturally loop around his neck while he settles his hold at your waist.
his forehead rests on yours as he sighs deeply, and you close your eyes as his low voice reaches your ears. "i think the best thing for me and the club is for you to get some rest."
he smirks a little as he feels you giggle tiredly against him. "yeah, i think you're right."
kyoya chuckles softly as he raises his forehead off of yours to place a kiss in the same spot. "i'm always right, my dear."
.oOo.
"hikaru! stop it!"
arms caged yours as you writhed against his chest. your legs were wild as they kicked up into the air, barely missing your boyfriend as he picked you up from where you had sat on your desk.
"put me down right now! what are you even doing?"
he grunts a little as your swinging legs hit his calves before throwing you down on your bed. unceremoniously, the bed frame creaks with your weight as you land face first into your duvet.
a loud huff escapes you as you turn around from your position, seeing hikaru standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed, a victorious smile plastered onto his sharp mouth.
"well, i asked you to take a break from your studying. and you said 'make me.'" his fingers come to either side of his head to create quotation marks. "so i made ya."
"i didn't mean literally, jackass." you grumble as you shift. your palms push your body up off the bed and spin you so that you are seated properly on your comforter. scooting roughly to the edge of your mattress, you barely stand up before your pushed onto the bed again.
"hikaru!"
"nope. not gonna happen."
"i need to study!"
"that's what you've been saying for the past two days!" his rough voice sounds exasperated as he gestures wildly to you. "in the clubroom, in the cafeteria, on our facetime calls. shit, (y/n), i don't think there has been a single second where i haven't seen that textbook open in front of you."
he points to the hefty calculus book open on your desk, three quarters of the pages turned to one side.
"that's what studying is!" you move to get up again with another frustrated sigh. "my test is tomorrow, my love, i can't afford any breaks right now."
this time, instead of simply pushing your back onto the bed, hikaru pins you down. in a flash, golden eyes fill your vision as his fingers clamp around your wrist. when you fall back, his weight takes you down as he flops heavily on your chest.
"you're not going anywhere, baby. not until you tell me what's going on."
"nothing is going on." you huff, blowing a few of his ginger strands out of his face. "now get off me."
"i don't believe you." ever the stubborn twin, hikaru makes a point to wiggle his body on top of yours to amplify the fact that you have no hope of pushing him off. "and i'm not moving until i believe you."
"what?" you bite back.
a more serious tone laces his voice as he scans you. "today, during club hours, you looked like a zombie."
you shoot him a blank look. "thanks."
"a gorgeous zombie, but still."
"not helping."
a crease forms between his eyebrows at your usually soft, bright tone crackling into dry one. "you were dragging your feet, and talking to yourself more than usual. it was creepy."
you rolled your eyes, and hikaru watches as the bags under your eyes moved with the motion, his jaw setting into a firm line.
"so i'm not getting off of you until you tell me what's been up your ass lately."
offended, you gasp and writhe once more, trying to break free of the surprisingly strong grasp the hitachiin twin has on your wrists. "i don't have time for this!"
he chuckles a little at your flustered expression and sinks more of his weight onto your figure. "well, if you're not going to take a break, than i will. i think i'll take a little nap on this comfortable bed."
realizing he doesn't need to pin your arms down anymore with all of his weight on you, he lets go and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his arms and legs sprawling out over your uniform.
"don't you dare, hikaru!" you say as you try to bring your arms underneath him to push him off, but he's just a block of dead weight.
his breath hits your ear, and you can feel the mischievous smile on his lips. "oh, wow, this is a bumpy mattress." wriggling, he adjusts so that he locks perfectly into your body, and a deep sigh emits from his lungs. "that's better."
another weak push strains your muscles before you give up completely. flopping back onto the mattress, you let out a frustrated groan.
"hikaru, please."
"oh, the mattress speaks?"
"my love."
laughing, he presses a kiss onto the column of your throat. "what's up, baby?"
like a weighted blanket, hikaru's body flush against yours has calmed your heart rate slightly, and all the exhaustion and stress that you have been feeling suddenly comes to a head.
your arms lift from your sides to wrap around his toned back, and you turn your face into the divot connecting his shoulder and his collarbone, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne and laundry detergent.
"i've been awake for the past forty-eight hours."
his chest rumbles with a sympathetic hum. "i know."
"i'm tired."
his head pops up from the embrace, and sincerity shines in the liquid gold of his irises. "let's take a nap, and then we can figure something out afterwards, yeah?"
you can already feel your eyelids dragging over your pupils. "yeah, that sounds nice."
as you succumb to your fatigue, you barely register the way hikaru rolls off of you. his warmth returns when you feel an arm wedge itself under your waist and pull you to him so that you can lay on his chest with ease. the other wraps around your shoulders, and you feel his breath tickling the top of your head as he settles in beside you.
"thanks for telling me, baby."
.oOo.
"so, i think because i found the magnitude of this vector, than i should be able to find the acceleration, right?" kaoru asks, back hunched over his desk, spinning a pencil in his left hand as he concentrates on the paperwork in front of him.
when he doesn't get a response, he stops fidgeting and looks over to you: his incredibly intelligent, and usually helpful, partner.
you're sat next to him, slaving away at your laptop while he watches the blue light practically burn your retinas.
well, sat is a strong word.
you slouched, your neck barely able to keep your head on your shoulders as you worked at his desk, fingers robotically clicking at your mouse and dragging images to their predetermined place, your graphic design coming to fruition with each release of a button.
"(y/n)?"
at the sound of your name, your spine flinches slightly as it straightens. you whip your head towards him with such a quick motion, that he winces at the twist of the muscle, hoping you didn't get whiplash.
his hopes are dashed when you immediately face the front, bringing one of your hands up to massage the nape of your neck.
"are you okay?"
"i'm fine," you breathe, exhaustion sprinkled in your sigh. "what did you need?"
cautiously, kaoru slides his paper over to you while you shift closer to him, pulling your chair over until your legs touch underneath his desk.
"i don't know if i got this problem right."
through a yawn, your eyes scan his homework, everything coming together in a blurry font due to your lack of sleep. you can barely make out his handwriting on your best day, so the fact that you hardly think straight doesn't really help.
but you couldn't let kaoru know that.
"it looks good, babe."
he quirks a ginger eyebrow, glancing between the paper and then back up to where you sat.
"yeah?" he asks, studying you carefully.
"for sure."
"okay, well then," your boyfriend flips the paper over, where another disarray of words meet you. he scribbles something out before circling an answer choice from his options, then looks back at you. "that must be right, too, yeah?"
you nod, blinking slowly. "mhmm." you turn to look at him, a small smile on your lips. "you're so smart, love."
his lips curve up into a half-smirk as he tilts his head, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. golden irises squint as he glances over your face once more. "it's a smiley face."
your smile fades. "huh?"
the sneaky twin gestures towards the paper again, and after rubbing your palms over your eye-sockets, a happy face penciled in lead comes into accusing focus.
"i drew a smiley face, and you said i was smart." kaoru summarizes, a deadpan tone only being interrupted slightly as he laughs through his sentence. "what is going on with you?"
a frustrated whine ripples past your throat as you rest your head in your hands. your voice breaks into a quiet groan, and while your volume doesn't rise, your disappointment does. "god, this essay is making me lose my mind! i can't even think clearly, let alone write three more pages of this shit."
"hey, woah." kaoru rests his hand against your spine and rubs it, moving his hand back and forth in calming motions. "talk to me."
another deep sigh rushed out of you as you talk behind your hands, and your poor boyfriend can't hear a single thing.
the hand on your back glides to the side of your face, bringing your chin up and out of your grasp. he locks his gaze with yours as he leans back in his chair. "try again, babe."
"this essay makes me want to jump off a cliff."
"and you were gonna do that without me? i thought we had an agreement."
"shut up." despite yourself, you laugh.
the fingers on your chin shift to your scalp while he laughs with you, pushing only a few of the stray hairs away from your face. "have you slept?"
"not well."
kaoru notes a redness in your eyes he didn't see before. "not well, or not at all?"
you roll your eyes a little, but he knows it's not directed at him. you're disappointed in yourself. "a mix of both." hastily you look back at him, widening your eyelids a little at a poor attempt to look more awake.
"but it's no big deal!" your voice is a little too bright. "i can catch up on sleep once i submit this paper."
the gingered twin squints his eyes, but to your surprise, he shrugs, spinning in his office chair as he refocuses on his work. "yeah, i guess you're right. i get it."
your mouth was slightly agape at the fact that that actually worked. "you get it?"
"yeah. sometimes, people just can't sleep enough with everything going, ya know? i only got two hours of sleep last night, so i understand what you're going through."
there's a pause. kaoru fights a smirk as he scratches an equation into the top right of his paper.
"what?" a concerned voice reaches his ears, and he almost feels bad for lying. "only two hours?"
"mhmm." he hums, not even giving you a second glance.
"kaoru," the sweetest whine escapes your lips as he feels a hand on his shoulder. he steels his expression into one of confused nonchalance as he faces you again, only to be met with the spot you get between your crinkled eyebrow when you're worried. "why didn't you tell me?"
"what do you mean? it's not a big deal."
"yes it is!" your other hand reaches his opposite shoulder, and he turns to face you fully, reveling in your touch as you move to cradle his face. "sleep is important, babe, you can't just-"
his grin widens as a flash of realization flutters across your face. The worry in your features melts into a blank expression, and he laughs as you push his face away from yours, muttering a "jackass" under your breath.
the sneaky twin closes the distance though, pulling your chair ever closer to his to where nothing was standing in his way to pull you to his lap. you resist slightly, pouting as your sat into the space between his legs, but a natural, familiar gravity pulls you towards him anyway, and your face rests gently in the crook of his neck.
"rest for a couple minutes, okay? your paper will be here when you wake up."
a contended sigh seeps out of you as your exhaustion bubbles up to the surface. your eyelids begin to drop when you speak into his neck. "and what about you?"
kaoru's arms come to wrap around your folded form, burying you closer into his chest. "i'll always be here."
.oOo.
mori had gotten used to your talkative nature. being a man of little words, you complimented him well with your bright, energetic commentary about anything that excited you.
he supposed that he hadn't just gotten used to your bubbly personality shining through your lovely voice, he had come to love it; to rely on it.
so, when you entered your usual sparring session with your heels dragging on the wooden floor of the dojo, not only did the air feel off, he felt off.
your white gi hung off your rounded shoulders, the karate belt around your waist haphazardly tied in a knot at the front. and while you still looked as stunning as ever, mori could feel the confusion and worry well up in his chest.
he stood up from stretching out his hamstrings, his long body gracefully walking over to you to greet you with his usual hug. your smile was tired, and when you wrapped your arms around his thin waist, he felt you snuggle more into his hold and release a breath.
still gripping his waist, you looked up at him, your grin still exhausted but content when you propped your chin on his chest to meet his eyes.
"hey." you said, and your voice was airy and cracked.
"hi."
"how was your day?"
"good." his palms tightened on your back. "yours?"
you could barely keep your eyes open as you shrugged. "meh. it was interesting."
"yeah?"
"yeah." still, even in your tired state, you inched your face closer to his, a dazed look in your eye. "but we can talk about it later."
a disbelieving, good-natured scoff left him as a sharp exhale, your boyfriend knowing full-well that would not want to talk about it later. but he met you halfway, and your lips met in a lazy, soft kiss as he lowered his head to yours.
you had nearly put all of your weight onto him at this point, and as you sunk into his grip, he arched his back to counteract the force. his hands glided from your waist to your cheeks as he tilted his head, smirking slightly at the warm hum that left your throat.
pulling away, he kept his forehead on yours as he held you. a breathy left glazed over his face when you separated from him, and he opened his eyes to see a light curve on your plump lips.
"thanks, takashi. i needed that."
that brought all of his worries rushing back.
"(y/n)..." and you opened your eyes at the way he said your name. since mori wasn't the most vocal man you've been with, you learned to pick up on his tonal cues.
your name could be spoken in many ways. a gentle breeze as he tells you that he loves you, a deep inhale as you, yet again, prove your the clumsiest human alive, or maybe a groan in the late, late hours of the night.
this one was a mild warning, forming at the front of his mouth as he stares at you, deep brown eyes boring into yours with earnest.
"what?" you didn't want him to ask. but, he was kind and loving and really fucking stubborn. so, of course he was.
"what's wrong?"
a whine bubbled to the surface of your soft pallet as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck, even if you had to stand on your tip-toes to do so. abandoning your hold on his waist, you preferred to bring your arms up and around his shoulders, locking them around the back of his neck.
"i don't want to talk about it."
"what happened?"
"nothing, really. i promise."
"doesn't feel like nothing. here," gently, you felt a pressure on your hips as mori pushes you out of his hold, instead moving to grab your hand as he leads you to a traditionally decorated wall of the dojo.
letting go, the stoic leans his back against the wall before sliding down, tucking his lanky form into a sitting position before inviting you to do the same. "sit with me."
and he looked so sweet, his gaze hardened on the surface but filled with emotion and weight within it's depths. so how could you say no?
plus, he really wouldn't stop until you told him.
taking a spot next to him, you let your head roll onto the back of the wall before resting it on his shoulder. and the spot was so comfortable, so familiar, you wanted to fall asleep right there.
mori was stubborn, yes, but he was also patient. he waited like a boulder against the tide as you gathered your thoughts, loyal and permanent and determined to help you through whatever was plaguing you.
in your thoughtful silence, he imagined the stress you had been baring when you were assigned that presentation in class. even if you were energetic and outspoken, he knew public speaking terrified you. the pure panic that had erupted in your irises when you told him about the ten-minute powerpoint you had to put together in three days told him everything he needed to know about how your weekend was going to go.
that was two days ago, and he had suggested this impromptu sparring match to give you a little bit of a break. physical activity always cleared his head when he was stretched, and he figured if he could remind you how strong you were, then you could convince yourself that this would be a piece of cake.
but the bags under your eyes and the unanswered calls from him on your cell-phone made him think that this had been harder on you than he had originally expected.
a small snore broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at the source.
your eyes were peacefully closed, and your lips were parted as deep, calm breaths washed in and out of your chest. he relaxed slightly into the wall, and smiled as you cuddled closer to him in his small movement.
kissing the top of your head, he rested his cheekbone upon your hair as he rested his eyes as well.
you two would talk later. it wasn't physical activity you needed, or even a helping hand if you had let him.
all you needed, really, was a little bit of rest.
.oOo.
"(n/n)-chan! (n/n)-chan!"
honey bounced up to your desk as you typed away, usa-chan banging against the side of his calves as he stopped at the end of your chair. "wanna play with me, (n/n)-chan?"
you barely spared him a glance, but your eyes met his with a quick shake of your head as you returned your urgent glance to your laptop. "not right now, honey. sorry."
the blonde's bouncing stopped, a little to awe-struck at your rejection to feel sad about it. he was more confused than anything. you never said no to him.
a deep, apparent wrinkle appeared between his brows as the boy-lolita tugged on your sleeve, causing your fingers to slip off the keyboard slightly as you typed. "please?"
"what the-?" your hand having slipped, it gently brushes the cup of tea near your working space, and you gasp before rolling your eyes. "no, honey. i told you, i can't. go play with usa-chan, okay?" you quickly pulled your sleeve out of his grasp and got back to your work, leaving him deflated at your side.
this time he was pouting, and the wrinkle on his forehead turned from confused to determined as he walked around to the opposite side of the table to crawl into the chair across from you.
"what are you workin' on?"
this time your eyes flicked up to him for a longer moment. you wondered why he couldn't leave you alone, but you guessed it was better that he was sitting over there rather than pulling at your uniform and keeping you from your work. "the club's website."
he gasped as he swung his legs on the chair, too short to reach the ground from this height. "ooh, are you making it pretty?"
a sigh came from deep within you as your eyes squinted, zooming in on something on the other side of your screen. "you could say that."
"what are you doing to it?"
you shrugged, still focused on your work. "formatting, graphic designing, boring tech stuff."
"cool!" honey excitedly places his palms on the table, seeing if he sat up straighter, he could get a better view. "how do you know how to do all that?"
you suspiciously scanned him over as he edged closer, pulling your computer forward on the table. "lots of practice."
a high-pitched hum exudes from the third-year as he tilts his head, almost fully on the table now, but something has caught your eye, and your back to your furious typing, not noticing how close he's gotten.
his voice sounds distant in your focus. "couldn't you take a break? for cake? a cake break?" he giggles, but his smile falters when you don't hear his joke.
"haven't taken a break in two days, honey. not gonna start now." your voice is low and inattentive, trailing off as you scroll through the columns and columns of pictures and texts.
still crawling towards you, his brown eyes widen slightly. "two days?" he gasps, and begins to count on his fingers. "that's uhhh..." honey counts his fingers under his breath for a moment before he brightens with an answer. "forty eight hours worth of work! did you even sleep?"
"nope. no sleep. kyoya needs this done by tonight."
"what?!" at that, honey stands to his full height, his small but strudy weight easily supported by the desk underneath him. you jerk back as he points a finger in your face, his voice still young but firm as he speaks down to you. "you need to take a nap right now!"
"honey!" the blonde has your full attention now. "get down!"
"nope!" his pink lips pop the 'p' noise as he shakes his head defiantly. "not until you agree to sleep! kyo-chan can wait."
your hands come up in an exasperated motion and you stand up, pushing your chair out from under you. "honey, this table is not stable. you're gonna fall if you don't get down!"
"will you take a break?"
"i can't!"
"well, then i'm not coming down." folding his arms across his chest, he puffs it out, a proud look on his face.
his confident aura melts, however, when the table shifts with his dramatic movement.
you suck in a breath as honey throws his arms out to balance himself, barely keeping the table at bay as he wiggles side to side.
"okay! okay, i'll take a ten-minute nap! just, please sweetheart, get down from there."
even in the midst of chaos of his own making, honey still finds the. motivation to negotiate. "twenty minutes!"
"fine!" you round the table and extend your arms, and he leaps into them as you pick him up. your heart rate slows as you hold him while the table falls with the loss of his added weight, your tea and computer skidding to opposite sides of the tile.
blankly, you look at honey as he winces at the impact, and then at the dark aura that slowly begins to crowd around your frame.
"i can pay for that." he promises.
.oOo.
your knee bounces under your desk as you watch haruhi's eyes flick over your screen, the words you spent two days writing reflecting back in her dark brown eyes as she reads your work.
your hands are clasped in front of your lips, keeping you from saying anything like 'i changed my mind!' or 'okay, you can stop now', because you're pretty sure haruhi would ignore you anyway.
she had insisted on reading your short story. it was something you did in your free time, and it was something she knew you took pride in.
sometimes, if you felt courageous enough, you would submit them into newspapers, or maybe magazines and blogs if you were really going all out, this past weekend being one of those times. day in and day out, you sat at your writing desk, typing away for what felt like mere seconds as the story in your mind began to unfold onto the pages in front of you. barely any food and close to no sleep rendered a masterpiece of literature, or at least that was what haruhi had assured you she would call it if you let her proof-read it.
your natural host promised that it would take her only a few minutes to read the whole thing, and then you could be on your way to submit it to the magazine's editor. plus, it was the least you could do since you basically ignored her calls and used up all of your study-date time to edit and revise your concluding paragraph.
but finally, finally, after many torturous seconds, your girlfriend leans back. her hands wrap around the edge of your macbook to only shut the laptop halfway and push it aside, turning her full attention back to you.
very briefly, you pulls your hands away from your mouth to ask the question you've been dreading. "what do you think?"
the gentle look that haruhi always wears stays frozen for a moment, but slowly starts to melt into a soft smile as she meets your nervous gaze. "it's good, love. it's really good."
straightening, your eyes widen as you bite your lip. "really?"
her smile gets brighter as amazement floods your cheekbones. "really."
"oh my god." releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, you throw yourself into the back of your chair. pulling your palms up and around, they rake over your face before scratching through your hair, a groan morphing into a laugh as relief sputters out of you. you feel like you need to say it again, probably louder for good measure. "oh my god! you really liked it?"
the honor student's deep laugh joins yours as watches you bask in a job well done. "why would i lie about that?"
touching down to earth, you shrug, your hands falling into your lap. "because you love me, and you would do anything to make me happy?"
she snorts, leaning forward as she is drawn into your space. "you're right. i do love you. probably just enough to never lie to you again."
a teasing smile curves your lips as you fake offended disbelief, scooting closer so that your knees slip between her own. "again?"
brunette eyebrows work upwards as haruhi mirrors your smirk, nodding as she gets even closer. "mhmm."
"and what have you lied about, haruhi dear?" her breath is mixing in with yours now, and she keeps her kiss barely out of reach, her lips grazing yours as she responds.
"about letting you leave tonight."
"wha-?" your eyebrows knit as haruhi shoots out of her chair, and before you can protest, she is straddling your hips, one of her legs on either side of you as you blush at her sudden proximity.
"haruhi!" but even if your voice sounds surprised, you hold her closer, your palms coming to rest on her thighs.
"when was the last time you slept?" she asks, suddenly serious as she cups your face in her hands.
"last night." you say, but she squints at your response.
"for how long?"
"enough." you whine, bringing your hands around her waist, encouraging her to be flush against you. "don't worry about it."
"(y/n), you look exhausted. i'm going to be worried about it."
you look at her for a moment before realizing that she isn't going to back down. shoulders slumping, you drop your head onto her shoulder, hugging her close to your body. "two hours. maybe."
a displeased noise expels from her throat, but suddenly you feel slender fingers rubbing your back, toying with the hairs on the back of your neck. "you need to sleep."
making a grunt of blind agreement, you melt into her hold, the excitement and anxiousness you felt about your story being blown away by a gust of drowsiness. the scratches on your scalp weren't helping.
"like right now." she emphasizes, and tries to wiggle out of your hold, but you were stronger. tightening your grip around her slim waist.
her shoulders shake with another endearingly low laugh as she hugs you back. "let's get to the bed, love."
you don't think you've ever slept deeper in your life.
.oOo.
starting to write again, and i used this as a little exersise to get back into it. hopefully it can tide you over! i'll see you soon :)
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atanukidraws · 6 months ago
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OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB FANS WHERE YA ATTTT
guys sorry for jumping from fixation to fixation 😔
these summer classes making dopamine chasing exhausting therefore i must rewatch a classic 🌹🌹
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moodnoodle · 6 months ago
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ouran sketch pt.2
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anonymousewrites · 18 days ago
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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Prologue
Kyoya Ootori x Reader
Prologue: White Rose for New Beginnings
Summary: (Y/N) joins the Host Club.
Mouse Note: Welcome to Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom! I'm so excited to share my Kyoya Ootori x Reader. I have loved OHSHC for so long, it's one of the first anime I watched, and I decided to finally write for it. I will be following more of the manga and picking and choosing chapters, so the anime stuff is mostly there, but there are some chapters towards the end of this book that aren't from the anime at all (same for the second book when it comes).  Please feel free to comment (please, writers love it <3)) since it motivates me! And please, please, please enjoy! Updates will be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
            “So the Hitachiin twins are in,” said Tamaki happily.
            “They didn’t say yes,” reminded Kyoya.
            “Yeah, but they can tell they’ll have fun, and that’s what they want,” said Tamaki, shrugging. “They’re joining the host club.”
            “With them, then, it makes six,” said Kyoya, checking his notes. “That seems to be enough.”
            “No, there’s still something missing,” said Tamaki, considering. “We’ve got the Prince Charming Type, the Cool Type, the Cute Type, the Strong and Silent Type, and the Little Devil Types, but we need something else to balance it all out…”
            Kyoya sighed. He knew Tamaki wouldn’t let up until he had what he wanted, and if he thought something was missing, something was. “Who are you considering?”
            “I’ve heard girls talking a lot of the scholarship student in our year,” said Tamaki.
            Kyoya flipped through his black notebook. “(Y/N) (L/N). Excellent grades, comes from a modest family, here on scholarship…Nothing special.”
            “But that’s just it!” said Tamaki excitedly. “They’re not out there, you know? I hear all the girls talking about them because they seem so down-to-earth. That and they can’t figure out (Y/N)’s gender, even though they wear the male uniform, so the mystery is exciting since they’re attractive, but the main reason is that people think they’re genuinely nice. They don’t put on airs. I think we need someone like that.”
            “Outreach for multiple genders?” said Kyoya.
            “Not that, though girls and boys seem to like them.” Tamaki paused before continuing. “But I think the girls like (Y/N) because they seem so normal, comfortable—” He snapped his fingers “—the Amiable Type! Everyone likes them naturally.”
            “You want someone down-to-earth? I hardly believe it,” said Kyoya.
            “Kyoya,” whined Tamaki.
            Kyoya smirked in amusement.
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            “You’re (Y/N) (L/N), right?”
            (Y/N) looked up from their calculus book to find two boys standing over their table. They recognized the pair instantly—everyone at Ouran Academy knew them. The blonde with the giant grin was Tamaki Suoh, and the raven-haired boy with glasses was Kyoya Ootori.
            “I am,” they said, smiling. Were they confused about why they—the scholarship student—were being approach? Yes. But Tamaki had never been rude to anyone, that (Y/N) knew of, so they weren’t going to be rude.
            “Fantastic!” said Tamaki. “Kyoya and I had a question for you.”
            “What is it?” asked (Y/N).
            “We want you to join the club we’re making!” said Tamaki. “The Ouran High School Host Club.”
            “…A Host Club?” repeated (Y/N), tilting their head. They looked at Kyoya questioningly. In classes, he had always seemed rather serious, so hearing that he was involved with that was…unexpected.
            “Yes,” said Kyoya, pushing up his glasses. “Merely a place for pleasant entertainment that has potential.”
            “You just have to be a real prince to the lovely ladies who come and join us,” said Tamaki.
            “And you want me?” said (Y/N).
            “Yes! People naturally like you, so you’d be perfect!” said Tamaki. “You just have to be yourself.”
            (Y/N) paused and considered. As strange as the idea was, Tamaki seemed to have good intentions. And (Y/N) did need to get involved with extracurriculars at Ouran.
            “Alright,” said (Y/N), smiling. “When are we starting?”
            Tamaki lit up. “You’re saying yes?”
            “At best, I am involved in a club and meet more people. At worst, your club fails, and I go back to how my life was,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “It seems fair to try.”
            Tamaki deflated. “So practical…”
            “You said you wanted someone down-to-earth,” remarked Kyoya. “You’re getting it.”
            (Y/N) chuckled, and Tamaki pouted.
            And that’s how (Y/N) joined the Host Club.
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notafandomblog · 6 months ago
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Other hosts: Losing their minds over Haruhi
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Honey: Nah, thanks. I'll wait for my goth gf
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dailyfigures · 4 months ago
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Hitachiin Kaoru & Hitachiin Hikaru ; Ouran High School Host Club ☆ Orange Rouge
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