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morinuu · 8 months ago

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Hello!!!!

I’m so happy to see your requests are open I absolutely love your writing!!

Kyoya x fem reader where they have an arranged marriage because it will help both there parents companies, and Kyoya and reader start to actually have feelings for one another, even though they weren’t sure about marrying the other at first?? Just thought it would be super cute!!

Hope your day/night is going well!!

hiii im so glad u like my work! :3 added a wee bit of angst turnt fluff cus why not. its not exactly what u asked for but i hope u like it anyway!

❄｜kyouya x reader where you're both forced to marry under your families' order. 1.7k words. this doesn't follow the canon for the events after the ouran graduation.

the noiret paced around his room in uneasiness. he knew one day his freedom would be cut short, he'd been waiting for that day, but he also had learnt to have the slightest, stupidest hope that his father's newfound respect for him had changed things.

he wonders, however, how he of all people could have been so naïve.

outside, the fairies of the winter had been drawing pretty little drawings of ice on the edges of his windows, as if to try and distract his racing mind from the events that would unfold the second he got out of his room. he was used to the noise of social events, the people chatter and the pressure of socialising, so this should be nothing for him, right?

right.

he didn't understand this feeling. it wasn't that he necessarily hated an arrangement for marriage, life would go on whether or not it would happen.

looking at the fairies' drawings of comfort one last time, he took a deep breath and exited his room to leave for the wedding venue without a word.

the car ride was uncomfortable. his family had already arrived so they weren't there to talk his ear off and the bride would come some time after than he did as the tradition goes. he had time left to think and contemplate again and again.

he looked down at his tuxedo. the bride requested that if she wasn't able to marry of her own free will, that she at least get to have her dream wedding. not a bad deal, kyouya thought. their outfits had been in matching colours, and both were over-the-top decorated. he felt slightly embarrassed at the outfit, but it wasn't anything too extreme in comparison to what he wore in highschool. the only concern was that his whole family and many important people would be there, though he swallowed that as well, as he'd been doing the entire year of the wedding preparation.

he'd met his fiancée plenty of times in that year. the first time they met was at his university graduation. she was smiling brightly standing next to his sister who rushed to hug him and congratulate him. he remembers her bowing politely and introducing herself, before his father stepped in to explain the situation. he remembers the slight surprise on her face at the lack of comments about his sons' achievements.

the next time they met was at a museum. his sister had advised him to ask her on a date so they could get to know each other. she was intelligent, charismatic, and he couldn't deny her face was pleasant to look at. her interest in history was a plus - at least she had an interesting characteristic.

their second date was a dinner at a restaurant, only the best to serve the ootoris. she'd picked steak and juice - quickly explaining she doesn't drink at the slight raise of his eyebrow. he nodded and changed his own wine order to juice as well. 'you don't have to do that!' she rushed but he assured her he's just being considerate of his fiancée. he never forgot how to be a gentleman.

the fifth date she asked to meet at a commoners' shopping mall to show him around. kyouya wasn't surprised by this. he'd learnt early on from his investigation on potential wife that she'd been adopted into the l/n family due to some sort of an affair. despite it being well-known, the gossip around the situation wasn't very clear, so he decided to wait until she talked about it instead.

at some point down the road, the two had become something akin to friends, and although not very close, y/n claimed she was satisfied with the bond they'd created regardless of its strength.

nine months later, he now is at the altar, bouquet in hand, a performative smile for all the guests to admire - until a beautiful woman comes through with her arm linked to her father's.

the ceremony didn't last long, the after-party however? most guests had already left but the couples' friends continued to act like it was the last day of their lives. the bridesmaids' laughter and his friends' drunk dance moves tired kyouya, but he was having fun, so what's another night sleepless?

a tap in his shoulder by his wife.

"you okay? you seem tired. we can call it a night." she exclaimed into his ear through the music. he'd read enough women's blogs to understand what that meant.

even if he wasn't tired, she was, and that was a roundabout way of telling him. what sort of husband disobeys his wife?

the second they got to their new house, y/n rushed to the bed and flopped on it like a sack. she had no energy to get changed or move, instead asking kyouya 'if they could complete their duties the next day, nobody was rushing them anyway'. kyouya he helped her out of her dress and comatosed with her in peace.

the next morning, nobody bothered to wake the couple. soon they'd leave for their honeymoon anyway. everything happened way too quickly and kyouya didn't know how to handle it. the weeks passed, and he refused to communicate any issues to his wife that weren't work or family related. he felt conflicted, but he didn't know about what. the woman lying next to him was kind, beautiful, clever. what right did he have to complain?

i mean, what did it matter if he didn't feel any connection in bed? why would it matter if she had a disappointed look on her face whenever he had to cut their time short? would it make any difference if he had an heir later and ignored his parents' whines about it? it was a tough thing to do, but each time he failed to satisfy his wife, it felt like a stab in the chest wounding his male ego. so did it really matter that he was away for long periods of time? it was a marriage of convenience, after all, and she wasn't missing out on anything.

she claimed that whatever friendship they had felt like it was dissolving because he 'didn't make an effort'? him? when he's the one working hard to make sure his dad's company doesn't make the wrong decisions? what does she know when she sits at home all day getting princess treatment despite being illegitimate?

"you chose this, kyouya." what?

"you refuse to leave your father's shadow." that's not it.

"maybe if you stood up for yourself, half the issues you're complaining about would be gone!" you're wrong.

he doesn't have free will, he never did. since he was a kid his life had been dictated by those around him, and surely you under-

"you're nearing thirty, kyoya! i'm tired of your self-pity! do something! i'm sick of this!"

it felt like yesterday when he saw his wife in her wedding dress for the first time. back then, he didn't really understand the concept of forever.

yet it had already been seven years.

seven years of obedience. seven years of keeping his head down. seven years of neglecting his wife to dedicate his time to his work. seven years for him to realise he was serving the ootoris. he was never on an equal level.

the issue wasn't his father, it was him. and on his twenty-ninth birthday, a snowy day just like his wedding day, with the winter fairies for comfort, he announced to his old man his retirement from the company.

"i'm sorry, y/n. i'm sorry for everything. let's try again."

you took his hand and embraced him. you knew your husband was broken somewhere inside him. you'd known for years. you'd seen how his family treated him, how they took him for granted. but no matter what you did, how much you pressured him, he only let you see specific parts of himself, and you couldn't help but blame yourself.

you refused to leave his side, no matter how exhausting your marriage felt. you rarely went on dates anymore, he never made the move to touch you, it wasn't marriage, it felt like... a business transaction.

deep down, you knew that that's what it was. you'd considered divorce plenty of times but at the end of the day, even if not your lover, kyouya was your friend. the man whom you ate breakfast with and lied on the same bed with. the man you'd seen you at your worst and gave you strength, and you knew you had to support even if he refused to let go of what was familiar to him. even if he refused his own happiness.

the sobbing man in your arms reminded you of a younger version of him. years ago, on your third anniversary when he'd planned a trip to chongqing because he remembered you saying you always wanted to go. during your two week stay, he got wine tipsy at dinner and eventually drunk by nighttime, spilling feelings he'd kept to himself for years.

he'd kneeled in front of you, furiously crying in your lap as he held your legs tightly, begging you not to leave because he could feel himself changing and neglecting his personal life.

you'd carried him to bed and admired his face as he fell asleep, naïvely thinking that this was just a rough patch and he'd go back to putting effort in just like he did in chongqing.

but the years passed and he proved to you his fears were legitimate.

"sure, let's try again kyouya." you patted his back when he held you in even tighter. "but this time we're trying counselling, okay?" you giggled, trying to light up the mood.

he pulled back and gave a tiny smile when you wiped his cheek.

"whatever my wife says." he caressed your hair. "let's stay married, okay? i don't want to lose you."

he didn't say the three words, but that was okay. it didn't matter much. romance could wait, because you knew you loved him more than a woman in a cheesy romcom would. you loved his soul, and you wanted nothing more than to see him bloom.

"let's stay married, kyouya. happy birthday."

it was a new beginning for the both of you and you had nothing but time on the horizon.

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yumenoberu · 3 months ago

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She’s a Teaser

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader

summary: It’s a regular Saturday afternoon in the Ootori estate. Y/n and Kyoya, the notorious Ouran Host Club’s very own managers, silently work on the club preparations. Worn out and fatigued after hours of endless calculations and composing, someone gets distracted by a curious scene from the corner of their eye…

word count: 700 words

warnings: none!!

published: 10/18/24

author’s note: my first published fic!! who cares if it’s assessment week its not like all my projects are due and i'm back tracking my tasks— hey! duty calls when ur mind decides to plague u with fluffy OHSHC brain rot yk!! and now, my doves, please enjoy ✨🥳

‘Sitting on the foot of his couch while crunching down an endless flow of numbers and letters till the sunset. Neither of us ever spoke a word, being simply content with the comfortable silence. This was our average weekend. ’

Such was the silent arrangement Y/n and Kyoya developed over time.

The click and clacking of computer buttons overrun the comfortable silence that rang through Kyoya’s living space. The two second-years alternate between buttons on their respective keyboards, typing up an almost rhythmic stream of characters for their shared digital accounting space. Although, for one of the teens in the room, Y/n couldn’t gauge what exactly she was writing—her mind was elsewhere.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the monochrome walls of the Ootori estate with contrasting radiant, warm hues. They’ve been working on a proposal for the next upcoming, unequivocally extravagant, Host Club event. Accounting for the lovable, yet ever-impulsive Host King’s whims always proved to be a task of considerable difficulty.

But nothing is impossible, no? Not for the Host Club! Why, their Shadow King irresistible charm is to blame!

Y/n’s grown quite accustomed to arranging for every outlandish fantasy the eternally flamboyant, capricious Ouran Host Club’s President desired to make a reality. But man could she never get used to how exhausting the process could be.

‘We’re gonna be here for another few hours aren’t we…’

She sighs out loud, rubbing a hand on her strained eyes as she looks up from the screen, straightening her back and stretching her arms up, but not without subconsciously stealing a glance at her ‘coworker’.

Kyoya was, as she anticipated, glued to his usual spot on the couch, posture impressively as straight as a knife even after hours of sitting in the same position, and was, similarly, typing away on his computer with tired eyes with an uncharacteristic brow arched, outwardly showing his irritation at whatever was on his screen.

‘The work’s starting to take a toll on him too huh,’ She almost chuckles to herself. There was something about the sight that was so amusing to her. Perhaps witnessing his usually unwavering prim and proper facade, peel off ever so slightly was, for the lack of a better word, endearing, to her.

‘What a look.’ She thought, a playful smirk inching its way up her lips. Opening her mouth to give a teasing remark on his state, she bites her tongue, rethinking her actions.

‘But then, it always seems like more trouble than it’s worth, annoying him.’

Her puckish gaze lingered even as she relaxed the rest of her body after her little stretch. She didn’t realize she was starting to stare—being much too preoccupied by the sudden train of thoughts that cascaded across her mind at the peculiar scene.

‘Nevertheless, he always seems like he’s in a bad mood around me, wonder what his deal is…’

‘Always so condescending and cynical, not a cute look Ootori, not a cute look.’ She teased. Though inwardly, of course, she wasn’t planning on dying just yet.

She internally contemplates for a while longer, exhaling aloud through her nose, exhausted from her own ramblings. Her work, completely abandoned.

‘He’d be annoyed if he sees I’m not working… Can’t the man relax for a bit, why's he always such a grouch. That's the Shadow King for you.’ At the notion, she unintentionally let her face contort into a playful scowl.

Her inner monologue continued on, her mind jumping through hoops of arbitrary thoughts, making all sorts of faces at her disses toward the boy.

To her knowledge, he was too focused on whatever he was doing to notice she was staring at him; however, ever so clueless to the reality of things, little did Y/n know that Kyoya had noticed since the beginning.

But he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. In fact, he finds it quite amusing, cute even. Because as he recalled, just moments before, while she still wasn’t looking at him, he was doing the same thing.

He almost smiles at the thought, nevertheless as stubborn as his nature is, he suppresses it.

Then, they simultaneously fondly think to themselves,

‘What goes on in that head of yours?’

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jupiter-esque · 2 years ago

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hello! can you do mori from (ohshc) with a small s/o ty!

Note: omg this is my first time writing for him, I wanna rewatch ohshc so badddd but my stupid brain refuses to watch anything twice ever .

You. Are just so. Tiny.

You're the perfect height for him, the cuteness is too much.

Obviously you wouldn't get all that from looking at his face, you'd have more luck understanding hieroglyphics than you'd have from picking apart Mori's emotions by facial expressions alone.

But god he can barely contain himself from how precious you look.

He needs to carry you everywhere.

And when I say everywhere. I mean it.

You've nearly forgotten what it feels like to walk the school halls honestly.

Mori is a very naturally stoic personality, it's the first thing you learn when you meet him but he is so overwhelmingly protective when it comes to you.

It comes with the little things of course, constantly needing to have you either on his back or be touching you in some way.

Quietly asking if you're okay or if you need anything an ungodly amount of times per day.

naturally due to your body proportions, your hands are considerably smaller than his so his fingers just completely swallow yours up when your out strolling on school grounds or the city. Only the tips of your fingers peeking through his large hands.

Comparing hand sizes just reaffirms his need to shelter you from the world.

Omg cup his face at least once pls, he'll die.

If you don't stop him he'll feed you himself during lunch time.

He doesn't view you as childish or incapable it's just that he's so used to taking care of Honey-Senpai in this way.

And you don't really have the heart to stop him.

Speaking of honey senpai, you both are currently competing in the Mori-climbing Olympics.

First one to manage to sit on his shoulders while he walks with you both wins.

He'll snatch you up from the twins the moment they start teasing you and leaning on you to emphasize your height.

"But Moriiiii-senpai, that's not fair!"

"Yeah, Hikaru's right, give her back!"

More whining ensues.

He'll just turn away scoffing and grumbling while placing a soothing hand down your back even if you were giggling at their antics.

He might just get a scoliosis diagnosis from how often he's having to lean down to give you his full attention, he hangs onto your every word.

Wouldn't want you to think he doesn't care now, would we ?

break his back babe, he couldn't care less.

He'll swoon if you pull him down by his school uniform tie. <3

The amount of times you've been picked up by the scruff of your neck is concerning.

But to balance it all out, he's kissing your knuckles and smoothing out your hair lovingly :3

At this point you're convinced overpowering you through height is his kink or Smth but Ur not really complaining.

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ellssbellss · 10 months ago

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Lavender Roses ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader

pairing ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is. Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

here is part two!

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A Challenge from Lobelia Girl's Academy!

The collar of your white button down carved into the skin of your neck, only cutting deeper each time you swallowed. The (s/c) of your suit set seemed like a good idea this morning, but now it blared at you from your peripheral, a warning of possible danger ahead.

Room A326 was a bland one, only consisting of a podium, a projector, and your teacher perched neatly on a chair in the back. In the middle of the room, a long table sits three of your high school's most influential people, one of them being Chairman Suoh. The man’s blonde lashes flickered over you and Kyoya as each of you ran through your practiced dialogue, the presentation not suffering at all from your time apart.

It was almost eerie, in fact, how easily the both of you fell into the groove of working together again, as if it was second nature.

But the thing that made your nerves stand on end wasn’t the investors watching your every single move. It wasn’t the fact that you and Kyoya had barely gotten together maybe an hour or so before one of the biggest presentations of your life. And it wasn’t that that hadn’t gone very well.

It was the fact that if you were shaken by just how natural this whole thing felt, working so fluidly together without so much as a word to each other in days, Kyoya was knocked off his feet.

People who hadn’t known him for years wouldn’t have caught the tick in his jaw, or the long looks behind his frames when it was your turn to present a slide. He gripped his index cards a little too tightly, and his tie rose too high up on his neck, the material crinkling the fabric of his shirt.

It appeared that you weren’t the only one about to burst at the seams because of how unfair it was. That the both of you had finally found someone that understood you both inside and out, made you feel comfortable in your own skin, supported you, brought you back to earth, and shared your ambitions and secrets. All for one petty, rotten, evil argument to bring it down like a gust of wind on a tower of cards.

As you fixed the lapel on your blazer, you caught eyes with him again while he spoke. His gray irises quickly flitted to look somewhere else as he swallowed thickly, and you huffed through your nose.

Rolling your eyes internally, you turn back to the projector, smiling for the investors while a million thoughts ran through your head.

Why was he acting like this? He was the one that broke your heart, and he was too stubborn to apologize for it. He had only spoken to you when absolutely necessary, and ignored you after one of the most traumatic events of your life. You knew that that day on the cliff had been a shock to everyone, but everyone else had gotten over themselves.

You knew he had an ego bigger than Mount Fuji, but you had hoped you meant more to him than his reputation.

Such a stupid thing, hope.

“And that’s why this product should be dispersed globally.” You hear yourself saying, walking in a synchronized motion to the front of the podium alongside Kyoya. “It could change the lives of millions globally, and redefine what we label technology today.”

“Thank you for your time.” Kyoya’s voice resonates in the beige room, and as you both bow deeply, your presentation ends with a period written in black ink.

Applause scatters throughout the room, but you swallow. The presentation was easy, planned. The hard part is what follows, answering questions.

“Nicely done.” One of the investors says, a woman with streaks of gray in her black hair. “Your charts were extremely easy to digest, and very well organized.”

“Agreed.” The investor to Chairman Suoh’s left nods, fixing the glasses on top of his nose. “And your idea to use rising social media as a way to advertise your product is smart. Effective.” His voice is grumbling, barely audible behind his dangling jowls.

You hitch your breath as Suoh hums, fixing his hands into a pyramid on the table, like a god about to give judgment. “The two of you have created something that could truly sell itself, and maybe become a staple in a household’s everyday life. It really could change the market for products like this.”

Kyoya’s lips stretch into his business smile. No dimples, no teeth, just kind, practiced eyes. “Thank you, Sensei, that means a great deal coming from –”

“...in theory.”

The smile drops.

“Sir?” You ask, trying to drag your heart out of your stomach.

Both of you turn to look at the Chairman as he reaches for his reading glasses, perching them on his face before glancing back down to his notes. “Isn’t that what this all is? Theory?”

“Absolutely not, Sensei.” Kyoya says, briskly walking back to his computer and bringing up the slides of the detailed plan he made to put this idea into production. “As stated previously, it would all start with the investments from–”

“Oh, please.” The Chairman dismisses Kyoya with a wave of his hand, almost laughing. “I admire the to-do list you have here, son, but it takes more than a checklist to get things off the ground. It takes research. It takes money.”

“The research is in production as we speak, sir.” You say, joining Kyoya at the computer to access your resources that you cited at the end of your slides. “While it is in the newer stages, the results have been consistent, even leading to brand new–”

“How many patented technologies have been made with this research?”

You swallow, the blue light from your screen being projected into your irises as you look up your friend’s father. “None, sir. This would be the first.”

“So it’s a risk.”

“It is.” Kyoya confirmed next to you, his lengthy form crossing to the side of the podium. “But what is reward without the risk?”

“A guaranteed one, Ootori.” Suoh clips, and he rests his reading glasses on the table.

“It might take some trials, Chairman Suoh, but you said it yourself.” You say, taking center stage. This could help millions, possibly even billions of people across the globe.”

“And how expensive is one of those trials?” He asks, his ego spilling from his chair.

You swallow, and Kyoya meets your gaze before answering in a cold tone. “Seventy-five billion yen, Sensei. As stated.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” The billionaire chuckles, along with the two other investors as they shake their heads, as if that amount of money could even put a dent in their personal checking accounts, let alone their savings.

Then, his face falls gently, and Suoh’s violet eyes pierce into yours, but they don’t hold the same warmth that Tamaki’s do. Just the judgment. Just the cold.

“(L/n)-san. Would you spend seventy-five billion yen on a risk?”

The collar of your shirt suddenly isn’t a smooth blade. It’s a jagged knife, tearing your skin and cutting through your windpipe as you force yourself to think. How could you be so smart and not be able to defend this project that you had poured your blood sweat and tears into?

Can you even recover from this? From the doubt that is clearly in the scowls of the investors in front of you, the disappointed frown from your teacher in the back. How could you show your face to Tamaki again, after his father had humiliated you so thoroughly? And Kyoya, god knows Kyoya is raging inside his ice-cold demeanor.

If there was ever a chance that your relationship would go back to the way it was, it was drowning in whatever vengeful emotion the Shadow King was feeling. You’re sure you’d make it back to the club room tonight and see your uniform folded neatly on a table, a note written in perfect cursive telling you, curtly, to get the hell out of his sight.

“Respectfully, Sensei. If I may.” Kyoya’s voice rings amongst your spiraling, and you’re pulled back into reality as he places a hand on your shoulder. You even feel him give you a gentle squeeze, causing you to let out the breath you have been holding.

“We can agree that seventy-five billion yen does sound like a large sum. And, yes, it is risky to bet on a product that is based on theory and predictions, therefore leaving the end result undetermined.”

Kyoya paused, and you watched as Suoh’s smirk just grew larger, nearly showing his canines in the process. “But hasn’t that been the start of all revolutionary businesses around the world? We all know that Apple Inc. started in a garage, but did you know the same was true for Amazon? Google?”

Kyoya’s back was turned to you as he began to speak to these investors like equals, his potential lighting up the room like an upcoming star.

“The same can be said for Blockbuster.” The woman said, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Or MySpace. Blackberry.”

“All startups that ultimately failed in the long run.” The man added on, a permanent frown on his face as he analyzed the straight-A student in front of him.

“Because they couldn’t adapt.” Kyoya emphasized. “Our product is not only revolutionary, it’s evolutionary, and will change with the ages.”

“It may be a large investment, but it’s a worthy one.” You speak up, feeling supported under the confidence of the Ootori son’s words.

“I believe in this product. I believe in us as spearheads for this technology. This project will not fail with the two of us overseeing the development.” You say, gesturing between yourself and the suited host next to you.

“You two do work well together…” Suoh surmised, his cocky grin twisted into a slight frown.

You swallow the emotion you feel, playing the angle that you know will get the best response. “In the years I have come to know Kyoya, he has never once gave up on something he believes in. He is always going after what he wants with the finesse and ambition that anyone would want to have on their team.”

Kyoya brings his fist up to his throat, clearing it before fixing his lenses. “And I could say the same for (Y/n). Her creative intelligence and determination in her work is unmatched, making her not only an asset to this product, but also to Ouran as a whole.”

You look at him then, catching the way the veins in his jaw pulsed under the stress. His posture was straight, hands clasped in front of him maybe a little too tightly as he finished his praise.

He’s practically shaking, breaking his own pride to admit that he needs you. Believes in you, just as he always had. And that breaks something in you as well.

“Fine then, you two can talk to the investor panel at the end of this year.” Suoh grunts, earning the slow nods of the other two judges.

You whip your head around and smile brightly, taking a deep breath to thank him before he holds up a finger.

“However, there will be conditions. Find solid research that dilutes the risk of getting it produced.” He stands, the rest of them following suit as they begin to pack their things.

“Yes sir.” You say, vowing to do whatever you can to get your idea off the ground.

“And find a way to lessen the price. No matter how much you believe in something, it doesn’t change the price tag.”

“Of course.” Kyoya acquiesces.

Sighing with his briefcase in hand, Suoh is the last one out the door, on his way back to his office for the rest of the school day. He looks back at the two of you with his mouth in a straight line, but you can see a little bit of pride in his violet eyes.

“Congratulations, you two. We will be in touch.”

With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving both you and Kyoya with bewildered stares as his disappearing form.

“So…” You start, creasing your brows. “That went well. Right?”

The megane’s eyes shot to yours, before shaking his head once. “Not even close.”

“I mean, maybe it started out rocky, but we got the deal!”

“Barely.” Kyoya cuts your excitement in half. “We barely were able to pass through to the investor panel because our project was flawed.”

“It couldn’t have been perfect the first try.”

“It would’ve been better if you had answered the question decently, instead of standing there frozen.”

You stand there, shocked. “If I had answered honestly, the panel would’ve been discouraged against production. I was trying to find a way to-”

“Saying anything at all would’ve been better than letting the Chairman’s question hang in the air.”

Scoffing, you turn your back to him, shoving your laptop back into its case. “Well, everything turned out okay. You saved it with the connections to some of the biggest companies in the world, you should be proud.” Distaste leaked from your tone.

You hear the click of his briefcase echo as he packs his things, the lifeless room surrounding you. “I can’t save you everytime.”

Your hands pause, hovering over the zipper of your purse. The room is silent then, only the ruffling of clothes and the pounding of your heart making any noise. Your mouth is dry as you close your eyes, willing the rage and sadness that you feel to go away, just go away as a dark voice plays in your mind.

Stop it. Stop it, (Y/n). Don’t do this to me.

A briefcase clicks shut right as your zipper closes your purse, and you curse whoever made you and Kyoya forever in sync.

“Is that what this is about?” The tension strains your vocal chords as you ask, but you don’t turn to face him.

He isn’t looking at you either when he swallows. “It’s complicated.”

Nodding, you pull your purse onto your shoulder, and Kyoya barely has time to react before you’re furiously brushing past him.

“Let me make it less complicated for you, then. Since everything else is.” Your voice is cold as you push open the exit, still avoiding eye-contact. “You won’t have to save me anymore.”

Your shoes clack as you fly out the door.

Kyoya heaved off his glasses slowly, rubbing his eyes and the indentions that his frames had made on his nose.

“Christ, Ootori.” He mumbled to himself, running his hand down his face.

Why couldn’t he let you go?

Multiple people had made him angry to the point that he had cut off all contact with him, but it had never left him feeling so empty, so desperate for what was lost.

The director justified that it was because you were everywhere. He couldn’t get over your relationship because he saw you everytime he stepped into school, into the club he built. You were in his classes, his extracurriculars, your contact was pinned to the top of his messaging app (purely for easier access, of course). Your name was even signed on the same documents he had to fill out for his father because of the damned partnership between your two families.

He just couldn’t get rid of you. Physically or mentally.

Not only were you an active presence on campus grounds, but in the late hours of the night he saw your face smiling down at him in the sunlight, your laugh rang in his ears when he made a sarcastic comment.

He saw you disappear over a cliff’s edge.

His heart spiked and he threw on his glasses once more, sharply exiting the presentation room. He willed himself not to dwell on how things used to be, just what they were now. You had been reckless, so reckless that you could’ve been seriously injured. The pain he would’ve felt if somehow you hadn’t come back from that, or if your injuries were greater…it scared him.

All that feeling, the attachment, the wanting. It terrified him.

“No, Mom, I just–I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Your voice trailed along the empty hallways of the business building. School was still in session, but it was between periods. Everyone was in their classes.

Kyoya froze and expected you to be around the corner, fully prepared to turn the other way. But when you weren’t there, he listened again.

“I don’t think I want to stay here.” Dark eyebrows furrowed as he followed the echo to the women’s bathroom. Hearing you stutter and interrupt your mother made him lean against the wall outside the door.

“No, I know Ouran's the best, I know. And I really like it here. It’s just…” He heard you take in a breath while he held his own. “It’s getting too difficult. Were you able to send over the blank transfer application? To Lobelia?”

Kyoya’s head dropped against the wall as he suppressed a groan. Immediately, his body pushed off the wall, and soon he was walking quickly down the hallway. The afternoon sun traced his body through the exposed windows as he took tight turns, his long legs putting in their work as he jogged up the carpeted steps.

His head and his heart were at war as they both pounded on his way to Music Room #3. Just let her go, his mind yelled, then you can be free from whatever feeling she is holding over you.

But what would your life be, his heart cried, without her?

Kyoya busted through the pink doors, alight and tie slightly askew.

He clears his throat as he adjusts the tie, storming up to a surprised Tamaki.

“Kyo, hey. Is your presentation over? How did it g-”

“Will it work?”

“Will what work?” The blonde stands at his full height.

“Your plan to keep Haruhi and (Y/n) here at Ouran. Will it work?”

“Of course it will.” Tamaki gets a knightly gleam in his eye, pounding his fist into his palm. “We just need to do a few more things.”

“Leave it to me.” Kyoya states, his lenses flashing. “How can I be of service?”

The crowd around you cheers as you hug your middle. The Zuka Club performs gloriously on the stage in front of you, your front seat perspective making them seem larger than they actually are. And, you have to admit, their pompous, look-at-me attitudes are really helping their cause here. They are great actors.

Benio, Chizuru, and Hinako all move fluidly to their final positions, getting ready to set off the performance's grand finale.

“Lo~”

“Bel~”

“Li~”

“A~!”

The cheers get even louder, and you wince at the noise. Sighing, you look around at the crazed fans with hearts for eyes, wondering if this will really be the kind of people you will go to school with.

Not like they are any different from the fan girls at Ouran.

As the Zuka Club descends from the stage, a fan bumps into you as they try to get closer to the stage, knocking the enclosed letter out of your hand. You scurry to pick it up, praying that nobody steps on it as the crowd disperses. Your fingers are just about to wrap around the cream-colored paper before a lithe, manicured palm picks it up.

“What’s this?” Benibara’s smooth voice rings in your ears as you watch her read the front.

“Hey, wait, that’s not for you-” You scramble, but the squeal of Hinako’s excitement stops you from speaking.

“Oh my god! You’re transferring to Lobelia?!” She jumps, hands over her mouth.

“No!” Your voice cracks at the volume, and you bring it down as you clear your throat. “I was just…thinking about it. The forms are blank.”

“Well, thinking is over, maiden.” Chizuru smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze. “You are wanting to become one of us! Isn’t that great, girls?”

“Don’t get too excited,” A warning laces your tone as you pull away from the blonde. “I was just thinking about it. I’m not sure I’ll even get in.”

“Please, beauty.” Beni says, spinning you as she and her gang begin to walk back into the halls of Ouran. “If you were intelligent enough to be accepted into Ouran High School, then you will be just as openly invited to join Lobelia Academy.”

“Are you saying that Ouran has better academics?” You say, raising an eyebrow at the hand on the small of your back.

“Absolutely not!” Hinako scoffs. “Lobelia is the best in every wa-”

“Admittedly, yes.” The leader’s voice dips, and you can tell it pains her to have Ouran be the best at something. “But our grades have always placed second.”

And isn’t that where you should be?, you think as you pace back to the Music Room, somewhere that accepts second place?

“Oh, hello there, young maiden.” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, Benio calls to a figure that rounded a corner, unfortunately crossing the path of you and the Zuka Club.

You see Haruhi whip her short hair around, eyes widening as she makes eye contact with the three girls in maroon skirts, before meeting yours.

“Oh, hi ladies. Hey, (Y/n).” She waves, waiting for you to catch up to her. She eyes the way Benio’s hand guides your back.

“You shouldn’t call her a maiden in public.” You hiss at the girls, pulling away from them for a second time. “It could raise the wrong idea.”

“Not for long.” Beni smiles, a song of victory in her inflection. “Are you prepared to leave, Haruhi?”

A confused look crosses over her visage. “Leave?”

Chizuru nods. “Yes! With (Y/n) on our side, we are prepared to confront those boys and set things straight once and for all.”

“What do you mean ‘set things straight’? (Y/n)? What are they talking about?”

“This, beauty.” Benio says, and to your horror, hands her the transfer forms she had stolen from you. Haruhi’s brown eyes go wide, her intelligence making it so she connects the dots at a lightning speed.

“No, no Haruhi, I promise, it’s not what you think.”

That makes her even more perplexed. “So, you’re not transferring to Lobelia?”

“She sure is.” Hinako nods, a smirk coming onto her face.

“All she has to do is sign, and we will-”

“Stop. Just, stop for a second and listen to me.” You’re begging at this point, already seeing the hurt sink into Haruhi’s eyes.

“You three, shut up.” Pointing at the Zuka Club, you drag them to the otherside of the hallway. “Stay here while I talk to Haruhi.”

You begin to move before you hear shuffling behind you, so you whip around, glaring. “In private.”

The Zuka Club just roll their eyes, but they turn anyway.

Turning back, you swallow when you see Haruhi has her mouth in a thin line, but you’re so grateful that she is reasonable enough to let you explain.

“Haruhi, I’m not transferring.” You pause, taking a breath. “Yet.”

“Yet?”

Taking the letter out of her hands, you straighten out the crinkled paper. “I was going to bring this to the meeting today to let everyone know that I was going to apply. I didn’t want you all to be blindsided.”

“Yeah, well. I feel pretty blindsided right now.” Haruhi scoffs, crossing her arms. “(Y/n), what are you thinking?”

“I don’t know! I just, I’m trying to fix things. And I keep making it worse. I thought that if I just left, things would get better on their own.”

“With us?”

You almost whine at the hurt look she gives you, like a hesitant deer coming out into the sun. “No, no, that’s not it. I love you, I love being your friend.”

And you realized you did. You had missed the silent support she gives you through your times of anxiety and stress, but you had been pushing her away because you were sad and angry.

“I-I know I haven’t been around recently, and I really don’t want to talk about why.” You bite the inside of your lip again. “But I know that I want to be better, so I thought…”

“You thought leaving would help you be around more?” Haruhi asks, an exasperated smile highlighting her cheekbones.

“...Yes? When you put it like that, it sounds stupid.” You chuckle.

Haruhi shakes her head, punching you lightly in the shoulder. “That’s because it is.”

You stare at the ground for a minute before see her shift her weight. “Look, I don’t know what’s bothering you. But I won’t press.” The honor student holds her hands in a mock-surrender. “But I do want to be here for you. Just like you are for me.”

Your eyes meet hers again, brown crashing with (e/c), and it’s warm and sisterly. “Let me do that for you.”

A stuttering breath keeps your tears of joy at bay. “Yeah, yeah. I will.” You smile wetly. “I’m sorry.”

Haruhi just hums, taking the envelope in her hands and ripping it in half. “Yeah, you should be.” She finishes with a smile.

A disappointed Zuka Club meets you back at the clubroom’s entrance.

You quirk an eyebrow at them. “You eavesdropped, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but we still haven’t heard Haruhi’s answer!” Chizuru exclaims.

Haruhi rolls her eyes. “Actually-”

“Nope! No time!” Benio rushes, pushing Haruhi through the doors as you follow behind. “Let’s show them that you, maiden, should come to school with us and be with your own kind!”

But all of them freeze.

Stepping around them, you see their pale faces. Confused brows scrunching, you follow their eyeline to see colors and makeup, wigs and dresses and then-

Holy shit.

Kyoya’s wearing a corset.

“Ouran~!”

Off-key harmonization rings throughout the room, making sure to dampen the name Music Room #3. A bright light suddenly comes up on Tamaki, draped in a red gown with blonde extensions wrapped into a high ponytail. Red lipstick floods his mouth as he sings, posing in his very own spotlight.

“Host Club welcomes you~!”

There’s silence as you scan each and every one of your hosts. The twins look elegant, Honey is just darling, and Mori is dashing in his blue suit. Kyoya is perched on the couch, a fan in one hand as his purple dress cascades over his long legs.

Their makeup is terrible, their hair is hanging by a bobby pin on their heads, and once you and Haruhi meet eyes, it’s all over. The two of you double over laughing, clutching your sides as you collapse to the ground.

Benio is raging, smoke practically coming out of her ears. “What is the meaning of this? Are you trying to make fun of womenkind?!”

Tamaki gasps dramatically. “Absolutely not.” He begins to make his way over to you, his ankles bending as he fails to walk in heels, making you laugh even harder. “My dears, you all have lived sheltered lives, and may not know that Haruhi and (Y/n) like free things.”

In the midst of your tears, Tamaki gathers his voice, raising his voice a few octaves which makes you wheeze. “You ladies may be distracted by the Zuka Club, but choose us! And you will not only gain a club of brothers, but sisters as well! See?”

He bats his false eyelashes, the glue coming off the edge of his eyelid. “Aren’t I pretty?”

The Hitachiin Twins pop out, and you and Haruhi can finally stand. “We’re the Hitachiian sisters! We’re just teasing you.” They giggle like girls, a hand over their lips.

Honey-senpai prances about. “Listen, (N/n)-chan, Haru-chan, call me big sis, okay?” He asks, big eyes staring up at you as Mori taps his tambourine.

You looked expectantly at Kyoya to pose, flounce, do something, but you smirk when he just rolls his purple-shadowed eyes, his fan covering his face.

“Do you idiots really think you can win them over like this? I mean–”

But Tamaki’s head piece tilted off his head, floating to the ground, and it made both the honor students crack up again.

“Oh my god, I can’t breathe. I’m dying!” You cry, trying to catch your breath.

“This is too much! I don’t even know what you are trying to do?” Haruhi adds, and your laughter sings across the pink walls.

“You really think we’re that funny?” The twins come up to the both of you, purposefully swaying their hips. It breaks you down, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. The twins lunge at you and start chasing you, only for them to stumble as they run in heels. They try to catch you around your middle, your tears of joy flying back behind you.

“Maiden, what is your decision?” Benio gets Haruhi’s attention as they watch you three run around, and Haruhi just shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, but your club’s not for me. I think your school is great, but I came to Ouran with a goal and a plan for my future. I don’t think I was ever going to really leave Ouran.”

“Haruhi~!” Tamaki practically melts, violet eyes glistening as he twirls over to her. But then, he stops suddenly, pointing at her with an accusatory grimace. It was hard to take seriously.

“Wait, if you knew you weren’t going to leave, then why did you act all angry yesterday?”

Haruhi put her hands on her hips. “How would you feel if I took something of yours without asking? I really liked that pencil!”

“But I asked if you wanted my teddy bear pencil in return and you refused!” The prince whined, bringing the pencil back out from the confines of his skirt.

“That’s right, and I still don’t want it.” She says blandly, causing Tamaki to whimper.

Throughout the chaos, the Zuka Club stands.

“Um, Benio…” Chizuru starts. “Maybe we should-”

“Yes, I know.” The leader of the Zuka Club sighs, a frown creasing her handsome features. “We are not going to give up on you maidens! I swear, someday, we will come and rescue you from this place!”

No one is paying attention. Benio growls, spinning around and mumbling to herself as they walk out of the clubroom.

“And when we do, we will abolish the host club.”

The afternoon’s session ends with a bang. The guests loved the get-ups and the dresses, absolutely swooning over every host in the room. But now, as the chaos dies down and things are being cleaned up, you square your shoulders.

I deserve to be here. You think over and over, and it lightens the weight on your chest. I deserve to be here, to be happy and to get answers. I deserve to try.

Taking a sharp breath, you find a tall form, black hair a little messy from the absence of a wig as Kyoya reaches behind his back, struggling with the strings on his corset.

“Need help?” You ask gently, but he still jumps, his head turning ever-so-slightly to look over his shoulder.

A deep sigh rumbles through his chest, and you see the tips of red that color his ears. “Unfortunately.” He admits.

A small chuckle breaks through your lips, and your fingers begin to work the strings of the corset off of him, brushing against the button-up shirt he kept underneath.

Looking up, you realize that he is impossibly taller than usual. “You’re still wearing the heels?” He is standing straight, perfectly balanced as if he immediately mastered the art of wearing them.

“I couldn’t bend over to take them off with this corset suffocating me. I don’t know how women ever wore these monstrosities.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” You laugh, and the tension eases slightly, both in the air and on the straps of his corset as the piece comes undone, and you step away.

He steps out of it and sighs into a chair, pulling his ankle onto his knee to work on the strap on the shoe. You bite the inside of your lip, shifting your weight on your feet a little-

“You need to stop doing that at some point. It’s a bad habit. ” Kyoya’s voice interrupts your awkward shuffling and you stand straighter, looking up at him.

“Doing what?”

“The lip-biting.” He says, not even looking at you as he ties his own dress shoes into place. “If you have something to say, then say it. Don’t sacrifice the integrity of your lips just because your anxious.”

“Right.” You release your lip from between your teeth, a small smile being placed on them instead. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?”

“For trying to keep me here at Ouran.”

His gray eyes flick up at you as he works his laces for a brief moment before he nods. “I think everyone would agree that you are an asset to this organization.”

“And for speaking to me again.”

This time his foot drops off his knee, and he is looking up at you from his seat. It’s as if he’s realizing he has subtly lifted his cold shoulder.

“Yes, well, I thought that maybe, if you weren’t going to apologize, it was time.”

“Uh huh.” You tease, crossing your arms. “Because my pestering did nothing to push that along?”

He simply pushes up his glasses. “Your presence is quite grating.”

A smile pushes it way to your mouth before you can stop it, and soon you are pulling it back, remembering why you came over here.

“Look, I know you’re mad at me.”

“Because you were unsafe, reck–”

“Reckless, stupid, yes I know.” You finish for him before he can repeat what he berated you for on the beach. “But, I’m mad at you, too.”

His shoulder straighten at that. “Wh–”

“I,” You sigh, holding up a finger. “I can’t tell you why. Not yet. But I just wanted to say, if we are going to be mad at each other without trying to fix it, then we need to set some ground rules.”

His sharp features deadpanned. “And what, (Y/n), would those be?”

“You can’t call me stupid. We both know that I’m not” Assertiveness races through your voice, and you see him wince at the memory of him doing just that.

“We have to talk to each other. It doesn’t have to be as…constant, as it was.” You swallow, and the atmosphere depresses just a little. “But we have to be communicative.”

“Except when you don’t want to talk about something? How is that fair?” The businessman pushes, leaning his elbows onto his bent knees.

“I told you I will. When I’m ready. I know you might not think so, but I deserve that.” You can tell that Kyoya wants to retort, but one look from you, and it dies in his throat.

“And lastly,” Your voice loses that harsh, dictatorial tone, growing softer as you watch him intently. “I want you to know that I’m thankful you took that dive for me.”

Kyoya stops blinking, those calm gray clouds switching between each of your pupils.

“I don’t know what it ruined, but I’m sad that what I did broke whatever was, or what I thought was possibly…growing between us. But I will forever be grateful that I had a friend like you who would jump off a cliff for me.” You take a beat, grasping at your hands.

“That’s it.” Looking back up, you see Kyoya looking at you with the warmth that you thought you had lost, but then it’s gone as he shakes his head. “I’ll see you around.”

Spinning on your heel, your shoes clack across the tile before you hear Kyoya’s voice call out behind you. “(Y/n).”

Turning, you look at him, standing with a loosely buttoned shirt, his voice floating through the air.

“You’re welcome.”

Next Time on Lavender Roses

“Is Haruhi really suffering in poverty? I have to see for myself!”

“She is probably fine, we don’t need to go over.”

“Wait, (Y/n), how did you know about that?”

Day in the Life of the Fujioka Family!

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your-local-simp-writers · 3 months ago

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A Quiet Kind of Love

Word Count: 991

Warnings: None Note: This is meant to take place a year before the main events of host club!!

Takeshi Morix Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The kendo club was buzzing with energy as Y/N approached, clutching Mori’s forgotten notebook in her hand. She’d volunteered to bring it to him as an excuse to see him before their next class, but now that she was actually here, a hint of nervousness crept in. The faint sounds of wooden practice swords clashing mixed with laughter and loud chatter from the nearby track team warming up. The club room’s open doors allowed a rush of fresh winter air inside, bringing with it the familiar scents of the gym—slightly musty, mixed with wood and leather.

The kendo club was unusually lively today. Members were practicing in pairs, while others lingered by the benches, chatting and sharing snacks. Y/N noticed Mori instantly—he stood near the back, talking quietly with another member, his figure strong and grounded amidst the more animated crowd. Even from afar, he held an unshakeable calm, the kind of steady confidence that made him look perfectly at ease among the energy of his teammates.

One of Mori’s friends spotted her and grinned knowingly, nudging another member. “Hey, isn’t that Mori’s girl?” he whispered, a little too loudly, causing Y/N’s cheeks to flare red.

“Shut up,” another teammate replied, elbowing him. “Don’t embarrass her, she’s here for a reason.”

She took a steadying breath, then walked toward Mori, weaving her way past the chatting members and sparring pairs. She was nearly at the back of the room when Mori finally looked up, his gaze softening as he noticed her approaching. He inclined his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She couldn’t help but feel like everything around them faded a little.

“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice gentle but audible enough to cut through the noise. He took a step forward, shielding her from the bustling activity around them, creating an almost private bubble between them. His presence had a way of grounding her, calming her nerves even as her heart raced.

“Oh! Hi, Mori,” she stammered, immediately feeling her usual confident demeanor slipping away. “I… uh, I have your notebook. You left it behind in class.” She held it out, her fingers trembling slightly.

He accepted it, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. “Thank you. I would have missed it,” he said, his tone steady. His quiet gaze was fixed on her, and in that moment, the noise around them seemed to dim, the world shrinking down to just the two of them.

Before she could respond, a few of Mori’s teammates came over, waving at her cheerfully. One of them—a friend named Ryo—clapped Mori on the shoulder with a grin. “Wow, Y/N! You’ve saved Mori from another crisis, huh?”

Y/N laughed, her usual bubbly self peeking through. “Well, somebody has to look out for him!”

Another teammate chimed in, teasingly, “Hey, Mori, maybe you should leave stuff behind more often if it means Y/N will drop by. She livens up the place!”

Mori’s normally stoic expression softened slightly, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he listened to the banter. He didn’t say much, but the slight shift in his posture suggested he was relaxed and at ease, his usual reserved self letting down a guard he rarely showed anyone else.

Y/N shifted a bit, trying not to let her flustered smile turn into an awkward giggle. “I wouldn’t want him to forget anything important,” she replied, earning more laughs from the group. The noise and chatter around them made the moment feel normal and casual, though the spark between her and Mori was unmistakable.

Finally, Mori’s attention settled back on her, his gaze making her feel like she was the only one in the room. “Thank you again, Y/N. Really.” His tone was softer now, and for a brief moment, she forgot everyone else was there.

Realizing she might be overstaying her welcome, she cleared her throat. “Well, I should probably let you get back to practice,” she mumbled, her cheeks warming. She made a move to turn, but Mori took a small step forward, matching her pace and walking beside her toward the door.

A teammate raised an eyebrow, watching them with mild surprise. “Mori, leaving practice early?” he teased, but Mori didn’t respond, his focus entirely on her.

The two of them walked to the entrance in comfortable silence, and as they reached the door, Y/N turned to say a final goodbye. Mori held her gaze, and without another word, he leaned in, brushing a soft, warm kiss against her cheek.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her breath catching as he pulled back. She hadn’t expected that, not here in front of everyone, and especially not from him. Yet he looked completely unbothered, the hint of a smile still lingering as he stepped back.

A few teammates nearby saw the kiss, and their reactions ranged from shocked whispers to knowing smiles. A friend nearby chuckled, nudging his buddy. “Looks like Mori isn’t as reserved as we thought.”

Feeling her face heating up, Y/N stammered, “I… I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” She quickly turned, practically skipping out of the club room, her hand pressed to her cheek as if she could keep his warmth there a little longer.

As she walked down the hall, a huge grin spread across her face, her heart still fluttering with the memory of Mori’s quiet affection. Even though he’d barely said a word, his actions had spoken volumes, and she knew that was his way of showing her just how much she meant to him.

Back in the club room, Mori’s teammates surrounded him, grinning and asking questions about what had just happened. But he only gave them a calm smile, shrugging nonchalantly. His silent, affectionate gesture spoke volumes, and as he returned to practice, that small, quiet smile lingered on his face, visible only to those who truly knew him.

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host-club-hq · 2 years ago

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heyyy !!! can i submit a request ? thanks !!! feel free to reject/deny this if u want to tho !!!

reader who’s from a middle to upper middle range family and they’re like in their 20’s or so and they just seem to have a lot of time and money on their hands but their family doesn’t know what they exactly do in terms of work so they confront her and ask if they’re doing drugs or nsfw work and turns out they have a bf (kyoya) who’s just really rich

thanks !!! 🫶

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x fem!reader (slice of life!AU)

➼ summary: you come from a middle class family and all of a sudden you’ve been spending considerably large amounts of money… and your family is wondering what exactly it is you do for a living nowadays? are you in with the wrong sort of people?

➼ word count: 2.7k

➼ what to expect: "It's worth nothing if you aren't wearing it."

➼ warnings: none :) unless an excessive amount of fluff causes you to have severe heart issues (me too babe)

➼ i literally saw this request and was like oh my god i have to write it, then since i wasn't at my laptop, proceeded to write the fic in my beta reader's dms. thank u so much for this request it actually helped me get out of a writing rut :)

You never thought you would be sitting in your apartment for a living.

Well, technically, that's not what you do for a living, but it might as well be.

You work from home, with extremely short hours and a paycheck that's nothing to write home about. You could do your job from an office, but why bother? Most of the 8 hours you would work, you'd be sitting at your desk with nothing to do, your brain going numb from lack of stimulation.

Although you don't enjoy having virtual meetings with strangers, that's basically your entire job — you are a virtual history tutor, after all.

You never wanted to be a teacher but you still wanted to pass your extensive knowledge on to other generations, so you figured either being a substitute teacher or a tutor would suffice. And when the school you applied to mentioned an online tutor position, you snatched it up and ran with it.

Of course, you had a job before this. And it definitely wasn't your dream job. Before your passion for teaching arose, you took one of the first jobs you found available that called you for an interview. The secretary of a prestigious CEO of... a company that you're not quite sure what they did (you called it your Devil Wears Prada moment). You vaguely remember copying data and putting things in color-coded folders, but the position was brutal. You were set with impossible tasks and goals that your immediate superiors struggled to reach (truly, your Devil Wears Prada moment). You contemplated swerving your car into oncoming traffic every day on your way to work at 6:30 in the morning (obviously you didn't, too many innocent lives would have been put in danger).

But, at least, that's where you met-

Knock, knock, knock-knock-knock... knock, knock

Your ears immediately perk up and you turn your head toward the front door from your position on the sofa in the living room. There's only one soul alive that would knock on your door in that fashion.

You shut your laptop rather hastily and leap up to answer the door, sliding through the kitchen and the entry foyer in your socks to get there. Honestly, the distance from the front door to your workspace could have been considered a 5k marathon (no it's not, you're just out of shape).

You don't even have to glance at the peephole before you open the door to reveal-

"y/n! Oh, my dear, how are you?" You're immediately pulled into a crushing embrace and a comforting scent surrounds you.

"Mom?" You gawk, slowly encircling your arms around her to return the hug.

"I know I probably should have called but when I thought about doing it, I was already at your door. And I have to say, this is quite the upgrade!" Your mother wanders in without an invite, in awe of the clean, neat appearance of your apartment.

Well, penthouse. You take up the entire 58th floor at the top of your building. The elevator requires a reading of your house key-card to even press the button. It opens up right in front of your door.

... how did she get up here?

"How on earth did you get up here?" You voice your thoughts as her mother discards her walking shoes beside your own, slipping on a pair of guest slippers.

"I told the man in the lobby I was your mother and you would not believe the convincing I had to do to get him to let me up. He even needed my ID!"

"Well, yeah, because you don't live here-"

"Would you look at this place! My god, y/n, how do you keep it so clean? Not a speck of dust!" Your mother, true to her nature, swipes a finger across a nearby decorative table and it comes up absolutely spotless.

"Thanks, I mean it's not-"

"You even have a foyer! And a kitchen that doesn't double as the dining room!" Your mother wanders into the next room faster than you can process her presence.

"Mom, what are-" You try to best to follow her, slipping and sliding over the wooden floors in your fluffy socks.

"Really, y/n, I never pegged you to like modern furniture! I thought you liked a little character in your possessions. But, I must say, it's much better than I imagined your living situation to be." She strolls into the living room next, gawking at the mere size.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" You frown, relieved that she seems to have finally picked a room to settle in. She sets her enormous bag on the sofa.

"What are you even doing here? Not that I don't appreciate the surprise visit..." You save quickly, smiling sheepishly at the glare she briefly sends your way.

"I wanted to see you of course. But..." She digs through her purse and pulls out a Macbook. "I came for an explanation for this." She all but waves it around. You wince.

"Careful. Why do you need an explanation for that? You mentioned you needed a better laptop and your birthday was coming up so I thought-"

"Exactly! It's perfect, it's everything I could have ever dreamed of in a laptop!" Your mother scolds. You tilt your head.

"... is that a problem?" You blink owlishly.

"First it was the watch for your father's birthday, then the mountain of stuffed animals for your little sister for Christmas, and now this!" Your mother sighs, crossing her arms after setting the Macbook on the coffee table.

"Wha- I'm sorry, I think I'm missing what the fuss is about. I tell you guys to send me your lists and you never do, so I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted-"

"It is what we wanted, that's why I'm here!" She retaliates.

"Okay, Mom, you're going to have to calm down and tell me what the problem is because I am clearly missing something here." You lead her to the coffee table, where you both lower yourselves to the floor, cross your legs, and sit beneath it.

She takes a deep, calming breath, "I'm just concerned is all. Your last job was enough for you to live and have a fair amount of money to spare, but you don't even work there anymore." Your mother places both hands on the table, avoiding your eye.

"You're right, I don't work for them anymore." You quirk a brow, curious as to where this is going.

"And now you're an online tutor who barely works more than a few hours per day, sometimes a week! So... I'm just curious..." She sighs, shaking her head.

"How are you getting the money for all of this? This is a multimillion dollar penthouse, you sent your father a 7,000 dollar watch, and you sent me a laptop worth at least a few thousand dollars." Your mother finally meets your eyes.

Before you can respond, she reaches across the table and grabs you by the shoulders.

"Just tell me the truth. Are you selling drugs? Are you stripping? Are you doing drugs? Because whatever it is, I'm sure I can talk my way into gaining your innocence in a courtroom but you have to come clean-"

"Mom! I'm not doing anything illegal!" You exclaim adamantly, shrugging her grip off your shoulders.

"Are you in credit card debt? Your father warned you about things like this, and I always thought you were a modest spender but-"

"Mom, listen to me, okay? I'm not in debt. I'm not stripping. I'm not doing drugs." You take both of her hands in yours and speak calmly. She nods, still looking a little confused.

"Then how are you getting all of the money for this?" She asks.

You chew your lip, "Well... it's not really my money-"

Just as you begin your explanation, the front door opens and shuts loudly, the sound of dress shoes click loudly against the wooden floors.

"Honey, there's someone in your house." Your mom steadies herself, reaching for her purse like she's got some sort of weapon.

"Mom? Mom!" You hiss quietly as she starts to get up.

"I'm home, darling! Are you in the living room?"

Your mother blinks at the voice calling from the foyer.

"Yeah, I'm in here!" You reply in a trembling voice, your brain trying to decide whether or not you should greet your boyfriend or calm your mother first.

Before either of you can open your mouths again, the body attached to the voice calling for you appears in the doorway.

Kyoya sheds his blazer, leaving him clad in his button up shirt tucked into his dress pants as he tosses it onto the coat rack beside him.

"I was- oh." Kyoya finally looks up, meeting your eyes first, then the worried, albeit confused, eyes of your mother.

"I'm sorry, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." Kyoya bows politely at the presence of someone unfamiliar to him.

Your mother's instincts cause her to return the bow where she's sitting, still completely lost.

"You're not, darling." You get up from your place at the table to greet him.

Kyoya welcomes you eagerly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, bewildering your mother further, before making eye contact with her again.

"This must be your mother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. l/n. I've heard so much about you." Kyoya bows once more, a bit more deeply.

Your mother blinks, eyes glancing between you and Kyoya with haste.

"Mom, this is Kyoya Ootori... my boyfriend." You allow Kyoya to place a respectful arm around your back.

"Your what?" She blurts. You grimace. You knew you'd have to tell her sooner or later, but most of your high school boyfriends were intimidated by her and her doting nature.

And the fact that your father threatened to end their lives if they ever laid a finger on you.

"My boyfriend..." You sigh, almost like a scolded child.

"Ah, that reminds me. A flower for you, my dear." Kyoya sets down the shopping bag he was holding and his briefcase, handing you a rose.

"Oh, it's so pretty. Thank you." You'd rather Kyoya brought you individual flowers than an expensive bouquet since you're god-awful at keeping them alive. You peck his cheek.

"Oh, and before I forget. I saw this in a store window on my way home and I couldn't help but imagine how well it would paired with that black dress you know I like so much. I thought you could wear it to dinner." Kyoya pulls out a large, black velvet box from the shopping bag and turns toward you.

"Kyoya, we've talked about this-"

"I know. You don't like when I spend money on you but I just couldn't help myself." He opens the box to reveal a necklace glittering with diamonds, more than you can count. It glimmers in the light and you're afraid to even touch it, let alone wear it.

"Oh, my god, this must have cost a fortune." Your jaw goes slack. Your mother nosily peers over your shoulder and gasps loudly.

"It's worth nothing if you aren't wearing it." Kyoya smiles. A pretty pink hue dusts your cheeks at the compliment as your heart flutters.

"Thank you, my love. It's breathtaking." You gently take the box from him so he can gather his own things.

"Would your mother like to join us for dinner? I'm sure they won't mind moving us to a different table." Kyoya inquires innocently.

Your mother in question is still completely baffled by all of this.

"So... so you're dating my daughter? And... you're rich?" Your mother blurts.

"Mom!" You scold.

Kyoya chuckles, "I'm under the impression you hadn't been told about me. My apologies."

"Kyoya!" You scold him next.

"And... and this is... your house?" Your mother gestures to your surroundings.

"Yes, ma'am." Kyoya nods affirmatively.

"I moved in about... I want to say two months ago or so." You shrug. Kyoya nods.

"And how long have you been dating exactly?" She quirks a brow.

You nearly cringe at your answer, "... a year."

"A YEAR?" Your mother all but shrieks, earning a wince from you.

"Mom, it's not a big deal-" You reach for her to calm her down.

"It is a big deal! You've been seeing this gorgeous man with a mansion behind my back!" She gestures wildly to Kyoya, who blinks at her, brows raised at her reaction.

"Not behind your back! You never asked!" You insist.

"That's because you swore off men in high school after that boy stood you up-"

"WE don't have to talk about that." You want to shove your hands over her mouth. Kyoya quirks a brow quietly from behind you.

You sigh, "I met him while I was a secretary. He owns a portion of his father's company and was scheduled to meet with my boss."

That's the only thing you're thankful to that secretary position for. Your boss had buzzed for you to prepare two cups of tea for him and his guest. Once you brought them their tea, your attention was stolen by the man sitting across from your superior. Luckily, you didn't drop any of the china on your way in once you caught sight of him. After Kyoya was finished meeting with your boss, he struck up a light conversation with you that had your heart soaring. Simply basking in his beauty and powerful nature made you swoon.

Kyoya returned to your boss's office far more often than he ever needed to after his first interaction with you. He appeared at your desk, asking for your boss when these types of things could have definitely been handled over the phone. At first he didn't understand why he did it, but he soon realized his feelings for you when he caught himself asking you to dinner on his way out one day.

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell me you were dating this man. Let alone living with him." Your mother finally calms down enough to have your heart aching with guilt.

"I meant to, Mom, but I just... I guess I was afraid of how you'd react." You admit finally, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Kyoya helps me pay for you gifts because I want the best for you. But honestly, he can get you much nicer things than I pick out... I'm pretty sure he can buy you a house." You mutter your last sentence.

Your mother laughs, "If my daughter likes him, I like him. Come here, Kyoya." She strides forward and pulls Kyoya down for a tight embrace.

Kyoya nearly chokes, clearly rendered speechless by her sudden show of affection. He manages to reciprocate despite his shock.

"Thank you. I can assure you, I only want the best for your daughter. I'm sorry we haven't met sooner." Kyoya grins.

He has contemplated reaching out to your mother by himself despite your adamant disapproval. But he hated the idea of going behind your back to do anything at all, so he kept to himself.

"It's alright, dear. I'd love to get to know you better. Are you sure I wouldn't be a bother at dinner?" Your mother returns to the woman you know and love.

"Not at all." You shake your head, a wide grin spreading to your lips.

"I'll call the the driver, tell him to bring around the SUV rather than the Benz." Kyoya pulls out his cellphone.

"A driver?" Your mother gasps, placing a hand over her chest and glancing to you for confirmation. You nod, biting your lip eagerly.

Once Kyoya's sent the short message, your mother slots herself beside him and curls her arm around his.

"So, Kyoya, you own your father's company?" The two of them walk in the direction of your shared bedroom, side by side. You watch as they leave you standing in the living room.

"Just a portion of it, yes. We're in the medical business, you see, managing hospitals and..." Kyoya's voice fades off into the house. He doesn't seem to mind your mother's sudden attention in the slightest, even switching his jacket to his other arm to accommodate her like the gentleman he is.

You purse your lips, glancing down once more to the velvet box in your hands and you're reminded that you need to start getting ready for dinner. You follow them, rolling your eyes as you hear your mother start to ask about just how well Kyoya's been treating you.

This is going to be the longest dinner of your life.

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honeysunai · 5 months ago

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Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part ten - Under the Mistletoe

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 3k

Author's note : I will be keeping the old aesthetic for this story, sorry for people who like the new aesthetic of my newer one shots. Also, clearly, this was meant to be a Christmas special, but we are in September and I kind of wanted to wait until December, but I've been holding off for months, so here it is and I do hope you enjoy this part. As always, have an amazing day and stay hydrated!

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arrange marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He huffs. “What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

She huffs. “Risk what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That damn idiot.

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

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

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

“How did you know?” Hikaru gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good luck tomorrow, goblin shark.

You crack a smile and respond quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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str4ngr · 8 months ago

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my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, angst, fluff, foul language. notes: 800 follower celebration event!! all x reader prompts, click here for requesting rules!! event closed - 14. 8. 24.

fluff.

"this reminded me of you."

bully x nerd. ❤︎ your majesty | t.f.141 & könig. [ not fluff lmao ]

"you remembered?"

anniversary date.

"one more kiss, please? PLEA—" ‪‪❤︎‬ give me some luck! | m. fushiguro.

domestic life. ‪‪❤︎‬ warmth. | m. fushiguro.

angst.

"i wish i never met you."

"are you a fucking comedian? you thought i loved you?"

"it... it was for a dare...?" ❤︎ was it worth it? | k. sakusa. ❤︎ obviously. | r. suna.

right person, wrong time. ❤︎ the lack of you. | s. tsukasa. [ coming soon. ]

confession gone wrong. ❤︎ just not now. | m. fushiguro.

amnesia after an accident. ❤︎ waiting room. | y. itadori. [ coming soon ]

suggestive.

accidental kiss while drunk and at a party. ‪‪❤︎ wolf in sheep's clothing. | k. nanami. ‪‪❤︎‬ proximity. | m. fushiguro.

7 minutes in heaven. ❤︎ long time waiting. | y. itadori.

"you've never kissed someone before?"

"don't worry, I can teach you."

"shut your mouth before i put it to use." ‪‪❤︎‬ not-so-secret. | s. itoshi. ‪‪❤︎‬ hooked on you! | r. mikage. ‪‪❤︎‬ asked for it. | r. itoshi.

breakfast in bed the morning after. ‪‪❤︎‬ sunlight. | m. fushiguro.

notes: if you have any other/personal tropes you'd like me to write, go ahead and send them in. these are super basic and simple so if they give you an idea, you can just branch off of them!!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH AGAIN MUAH MUAH.

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nanawritesit · 2 years ago

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Being the Unofficial Gardener of the Ouran High School Host Club Headcanons

anonymous said: “Hi! I've read your rules and i really like the ohshc thing you did so I'm going to request if that's ok? this is like an Oc without a name, Reader is the quote and unquote gardener of the host club. ( i cannot believe they just don't have a supplier when they use that many flowers i mean c'mon) Their grandpa owns a successful business selling flowers. Reader's grandpa raised them, Thats because readers mom died giving birth to them and readers dad died of cancer. (Reader used to get bullied for this since all the other kids at school thought their grandpa was going to sell them). Reader kind of has this standoffish personality. but just doesn't know how to communicate properly when you get to know them, they're actually really goofy.”

It’s true, the host club could never function without a reliable flower supplier. And lucky you, your grandfather happened to own the most successful flower business in the country. That’s how you were able to afford going to Ouran Academy.

The partnership began during your first year there. You shared a few classes with Kyoya, but you were never very close with him because of his intimidating family background.

He was also a bit intimidated to talk to you because of your closed off personality, and the rumors that had been going around about you being bought from your parents by a strange old man for garden labor didn’t help.

However one day, he decided to listen in on a conversation you were having with one of your friends. You were talking about a great sale your grandfather had made to supply flowers for a government ceremony.

He immediately felt guilty for falling victim to vicious gossip, but connected the dots about your family quickly. And of course, that got the gears in his head turning.

He was still in the early planning stages of founding the Host Club with Tamaki, and securing a trustworthy flower supplier was something they had been worried about

So, being the strategic communicator he is, he smoothly approached you and invited you over to the Ootori residence for a cup of tea

You were shocked that someone with such high status as him was interested in associating with you, but as soon as you realized it was a business proposition, you opened up a bit more

You were happy to get your grandfather another customer, especially one as wealthy as Kyoya, and soon you were making plans on what flowers and what arrangements he wanted

Fast forward to now, you’re both second years and the Host Club is thriving, you almost can’t keep up with the amount of flowers they go through

Most of the work you do is behind the scenes, so you didn’t really get to interact with any of the other club members

That was, until one day when your grandfather asked you to make a delivery to the club with a huge batch of flowers so he could attend a business meeting

You were nervous, but agreed anyway. Luckily there weren’t any guests in the music room yet, just the club members

Immediately a gush of rose petals blew in front of your face, and the sight of six handsome guys greeted you

You just stood there like a deer in the headlights

Tamaki was the first to approach you, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it

“Ah, what a beautiful blossom that’s bloomed before us as our first guest today. Would you do me the honor of telling me your name, my princess/prince/ noble?”

“Y/N?” a voice suddenly asked. You both looked over to see Kyoya entering the room, surprised to see you but not at all displeased.

“You know each other?” Tamaki gasped.

“Yes, this is Y/N Y/L/N. They’re the grandchild of our flower supplier. It’s all thanks to them that we have enough flowers for all our events.”

All the guys immediately started crowding you, asking you a million questions at once.

You were a little overwhelmed, but just smiled politely and answered all their questions.

“You’re so lovely, it’s a wonder I haven’t seen you around the academy before.” Tamaki smirked, flirtatious as always.

“Well, I tend to hang out in the shadows. Back in middle school everyone made up rumors about me and it made me a bit of a loner.” you explained with a shy chuckle.

“Yeah, I heard your parents went bankrupt and sold you to their old loan shark to get out of debt.” Hikaru commented nonchalantly.

“Yeah, and I heard you’re an indentured servant who has to do hard physical labor everyday after school.” Kaoru added.

Tamaki immediately turned around and scolded them, waving his arms and yelling at them to be more polite in the presence of a lady/ gentleman/ noble.

“It’s okay Tamaki, I’m used to them all by now.” you chuckled. “My parents actually passed away when I was younger and left me in the care of my grandfather.”

“Y/N-chan, do you help grow the flowers too?” Honey asked excitedly, gazing up at you with huge eyes.

“Yes, I do actually! My grandfather taught me everything he knows about gardening, and it’s something I really enjoy doing!” you responded.

“Wow. That’s cool.” Mori said flatly. Although you could tell it was sincere.

“Why haven’t you introduced us to them before, Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi asked, turning to the vice-president.

“I didn’t mean to keep them from you, there was just never an avid opportunity. But I suppose now is a good a time as any to make the introduction.” Kyoya answered, adjusting his glasses and turning towards you. “Y/N, meet the Ouran High School Host Club.”

They each went down the line telling you their names and types, which was quite entertaining. You had heard of the club’s popularity but never gotten around to visiting them.

“I’m sorry we go through so many flowers. It must be difficult to grow so many.” Haruhi said sympathetically.

“Oh it’s no strain on the business, I actually tend to most of your club’s stock personally so that my grandfather can focus on his other sales.” you reassured her. “However, I do sometimes wish I could grow more plants. I could probably run an entire garden just for the Host Club!”

Tamaki’s eyes immediately lit up. “Y/N, that’s a marvelous idea!”

“Hm? Oh no, I was only joking…” you laughed nervously.

“Actually, that might be a useful investment.” Kyoya began, placing his fist under his chin in thought. “It would be nice to have our own garden and not have to worry about business transactions.”

“Senpai, Y/N can’t grow us an entire garden for free!” Haruhi exclaimed. You were touched that she was immediately on your side.

“Don’t be silly, we’ll pay them an adequate salary.” Kyoya told you. “And of course a small share will be given to their grandfathers business as a courtesy.”

“I want to grow lots of pink flowers!” Honey cheered, jumping up and down in excitement.

“Think of all the schemes we could pull with a whole garden of flowers at our disposal!” the twins beamed in unison, joining hands and twirling around.

“I can see it now… lush bushes of roses and hydrangeas, hanging branches of cherry blossoms and orchids, cobblestone paths lined with lillies and tulips!” Tamaki declared, striking a grand pose at the center of the room. “Get ready men, because soon the Ouran Host Club will have a brand new garden!”

You looked around at all the chaos unfolding before you. Kyoya was already typing up a budget on his computer, Mori was chasing Honey around the room as he threw handfuls of rose petals in the air, and Haruhi just stood there with her head in her hands.

“I had to make a joke, didn’t I…” you sighed to yourself.

While you were initially overwhelmed at the daunting prospect of creating an entire garden, it turned out to not be so bad. Kyoya handled most of the property scouting and landscaping with his endless business connections. You were pretty much just in charge of picking what flowers to grow and taking care of them.

And so, everyday after school, you would go to the new garden behind the building and tend to your flowers :) Your grandfather was very happy that you were making friends and spending less time at the business

Haruhi would usually come by to help you water the plants when she needed to sneak away from the chaos of the club

She loved your chill personality, and you always made her laugh and forget her stress in a second :)

You had your suspicions about her gender from the beginning, but you never really cared. You didn’t really see people as labels, just who they where on the inside. It was this mindset that actually made her comfortable enough to confide her secret in you!

Honey would sometimes come by and bring you some cakes that were leftover from the club activities, and you’d sit on a swing and eat them together <3

Sometimes he would bring Mori along, and while you were a little shy around him, you were happy to see that he was also interested in your gardening. He would often ask you what different flowers symbolized, and what kind of care certain flowers needed

The twins would come by to gather flowers for their various schemes, and would often encourage you to take a break and have some fun with them!

The three of you would run around the gardens, playing tag and hide and seek until you were all so tired you were sprawled out in the grass, panting and laughing wildly

Kaoru was happy to see Hikaru finally opening up to someone, and would sometimes try to give the two of you space to talk by yourselves

Hikaru could listen to you talk about flowers for hours and never get bored. He also liked to tuck them behind your ear, smiling at how pretty you looked <3

Tamaki always seemed to be busy tending to his numerous princesses, but every once in a while he would come by to thank you for making this all possible

And of course, he couldn’t help but flirt with you a bit :)

“All these gorgeous blossoms… and yet none of them compares to your beauty, my dear.”

You would’ve fallen for him had you not been so smart

Kyoya was probably the one you saw most often, as he was the one you knew the longest and the one who planned out most of the garden

He was always making sure you had enough equipment and starts, and discussing new arrangement ideas with you

“Are you sure it’s not too much work for you, Y/N?” he asked sincerely.

“Oh it’s not too bad, it’s not like I’m working myself to the bone.” you reassured him. “I mean yeah, it would be nice to have some help, but it would have to be from someone who understands gardening.”

“Why don’t you start a gardening club?” he proposed.

You jaw unhinged in shock. “Oh Kyoya, that’s a wonderful idea, but I don’t know the first thing about starting a club.”

“I do, and I can help you. I founded this club after all.” he smiled, adjusting his glasses.

After a few weeks of paperwork and meeting with the school board, you became the president of the Ouran High School Gardening Club :)

The guys were all so proud of you, they decided to host a ball in your honor!

You were hesitant at the idea, still a bit self conscious of all the rumors that had been spread about you in the past

But after much convincing, you agreed. The twins even got you a custom ball outfit from their mother’s fashion line!

Tamaki took his place at the foot of the staircase to greet all the guests, making your heart beat out of your chest from behind the double doors.

“Welcome princesses, princes, and nobles of Ouran Academy! Thank you so much for attending this ball in celebration of the founding of the Ouran Gardening Club! The president of this club is someone that the Host Club is very close with. In fact, if it weren’t of them, there wouldn’t be a single rose petal at any of our events. Please join me in welcoming Y/N Y/L/N!”

You then made your entrance, a light downpour of rose petals floating around you as you descended the staircase <3

You looked around to see everyone cheering for you and smiling at you admiringly. You started wondering why you ever retreated into the shadows in the first place. It was almost enough to bring a tear to your eye.

Halfway through your decent, you looked down to see all seven members of the Host Club holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers! They must have asked your grandfather what they were ;)

As you reached the bottom of the staircase, the applause ended. Then, all the guys held out their bouquets to you with warm smiles.

“Thank you for being our gardener Y/N!”

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vincent-4ever · 2 years ago

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If it’s okay, I would love something with grumpy Kyoya in the morning in bed with his s/o. I think he needs some headpats

Yes it's ok! Sorry it takes me a long time to get to requests lol, inspiration really takes it's time to hit me, I love this prompt so here's my take at it :)

Gender neutral reader

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╰┈➤As you were getting out of bed, you notice your significant other, Kyoya, toss and turn in his sleep. I mean you were pretty slow getting up and you did move the blankets around a lot so this probably bothered his sleep. You made sure his blankets were covering him when he was done moving around. After a few minutes you decide to get some water from the kitchen.

╰┈➤After a few minutes you come back, and notice Kyoya has woken up, not in a good mood. The time was 9:00 AM, and ever since you and Kyoya started sharing a bed, you were made fully aware he is not a morning person. He put his glasses on and the more he stayed awake the more obvious he was grumpy. He stared at you quietly with a look on his face that screams "you shouldn't have bothered me in my sleep"

╰┈➤ After a few minutes of Kyoya staring at you with a mean look you blurt "I'M SO SORRY DID I WAKE YOU UP?!"

╰┈➤Kyoya seeing you apologize like this makes him snap back to reality, he sighs and says in a calm, and collected voice "Don't apologize, just, don't do it again.."

╰┈➤ After that moment he got up to give you a hug and a kiss on the head, squeezing tightly though because he is still kind of infuriated.

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Hi!! Thanks for reading until the end, I don't think this was my best fan fic 😅😅 but I tried so if you enjoyed it likes and rebloggs are appreciated!! I hope you enjoyed this :)

ALSO!! don't hesitate to submit a prompt for me to write, even if it takes me a while to get to it I promise I'll do it

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subwonwooagenda · 8 months ago

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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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syeren · 10 months ago

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APRIL SHOWERS, MAY BRING FLOWERS.

With spring rolling around, he couldn’t help but peer at the dainty, blushed petals that floated down from the cherry blossom trees. Every step was like he was walking on a cloud— whimsical, inviting— and only the lull of passing cars gave contrast to the twinkling of the bright sunlight.

Is this a date? He thought, continuing down the pathway. Or perhaps he was just overthinking. Maybe this was just all a misunderstanding that his fluttering heart convinced him with. No, no. You couldn’t possibly like him back. While ruminating within his thoughts, his feet come to an abrupt stop.

“You’re here!”

The sound of your voice was like the rays of sun beaming through the cracks of the branches. His eyes tore away from the pavement below and locked onto the bright ones that dazzled upon your face. Perhaps he had been staring for too long, as the silence of the situation dawned on him. Act fast.

“Hey,” he cooly replied, closing the gap between the both of your figures.

A mere chuckle let out from your lips, and you turned around to continue to walk down the flowery path. “I wasn’t late, right?”

“No, no… Or maybe I’m early. So that makes you extra late,” he playfully quipped, nudging you gently on the shoulder. He knew you would roll your eyes at that comment. Oh, you actually did.

“It’s 12:15 on the dot,” you protested, “Our set time is 12:20. So technically, we’re both late by your terms.”

He stifled a laugh and quickly turned his head to the side, finding solace in the presence of you and the blooming blue bells, fluttery cherry blossom petals, and tulips. He would put you in the same category with the flowers, nonetheless.

“Always so pretty during this season,” you commented, following his line of sight to gaze at the tiny flowers that dotted along the path. You reached down to graze the tips of your fingers along one. A quick glance from the flowers onto the soft looking hair of yours— The tempted words spilt from his mouth.

“They’re always pretty every season.”

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AKAASHI, geto, MEGUMI, rei suwa, yamaguchi, choso, gepard (hsr), luka (hsr), xiao, TAMAKI (ohshc), kazehaya, kyo (fruits bskt), and whoever you want <3

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yumenoberu · 3 months ago

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Baby Steps

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader (kind of Gen)

summary: Middle school 3rd year Kyoya Ootori lives through another mundane day. Bored from the dull lectures, he distracts himself, scanning the classroom and sees Y/n. Compelled by the elegant scene he is witnessing, he picks up his pen and starts sketching. Could it be that our young Shadow King is displaying an innocent act of fascination, with maybe even a twinge of affection for the girl?

word count: 1.8k words

warnings: none!!

published: 10/20/24

author’s note: I liked the idea of exploring the version of Kyoya that was more expressive because he was just developing back in middle school. Also always wanted to see the artistic side of him depicted more, cuz even if we don’t see it besides his solo episode, it exists! Anyways, this one is more of a gen fic rather than a romantic one but I’m sure you can see it can lead to something much more, it’s cute!! Hope this one brings a smile to your face like it did for me ☺️

The clock tower chimed, signaling the next set of classes after the lunch break. The students of Ouran Middle School’s 3rd year Class A break up their fleeting conversations and file back to their assigned seats, each readying themselves to endure another few grueling hours of class discussions and worksheet completion.

The day had been relatively mundane for Kyoya, aside from the occasional disruption of his peace by none other than his lovable moron of a best friend, Tamaki, there was nothing in his day that particularly stood out to him. The topics tackled during class, he understood right away, he had no homework or projects that had to be done, and so the only thing that was worth looking forward to was… Well, if he thought about it, he wouldn’t come up with anything.

Suffice to say, Kyoya was bored.

“Ms. Jounoichi, kindly read the 3rd paragraph out for us.” The teacher in front instructed.

“Yes, Sir.” Ayame swiftly replied as she stood from her seat and recited the passage from her textbook.

Out of sheer disinterest from the topic, Kyoya passively listened and let the other half of his mind ponder on any vanishing thought.

His eyes traveled from across the room aimlessly, mindlessly looking for something to distract him from his boredom. His gaze eventually landed on the window on the other side of the room and onto Y/n L/n’s desk.

Kyoya was never close to Y/n. Even though they’ve been classmates since he’d first attended Ouran Academy, both of them had always been reserved and quiet, and so neither of them had made efforts to get acquainted with the other.

It remained that way until their dynamic drastically shifted that very year when Tamaki waltzed into their lives.

The guy seemed to behold a certain power to connect with even the most difficult people. Kyoya could attest to this, as he himself was brought out by the bubbling blonde. Y/n was similarly reached out by Tamaki and soon enough, the trio formed an iconic friendship.

But even when that was the case, Kyoya and Y/n were still closed off from each other. Tamaki was clearly the only common ground between them.

Kyoya was comfortable with the arrangement. Though, he knew that Y/n was starting to make moves to genuinely befriend him; He wasn't ready to break down his walls to a friend of a friend just yet, nor was he willing to acknowledge that it was his own stubbornness that’s causing this strain.

His thoughts simmered down, focusing instead on observing her. He noticed she looked identically disinterested, judging by how she silently tapped her fingers against her blank notebook, as she drew out shallow breaths and watched the front with glossed eyes.

She was sitting perfectly still, so much so that one can even mistake the scene he was witnessing with a framed image.

As Kyoya continued, he paid attention to how perfectly the lighting from the window next to her illuminated her features.

The afternoon sun shone on her like a spotlight. From her side profile, the light that bounced off of her hair almost formed a halo over the crown of her head. Her eyes radiated, its color brightened by the day. Her nose, casted a tiny shadow over the side accentuating the contour of her cheeks. Her lips, charmingly pinkish and rounded. Stray hairs peeking from the sides of her head glinted like mirrors, perfectly framing her delicate face.

He wasn’t going to admit it to himself, but it was indeed a stunning sight.

Turning back to his own desk, Kyoya casually picks up his neglected pen and his unused notebook, bringing the stationary up closer to his chest, turning back to Y/n’s direction and begins sketching.

The nib of the pen gently glides across the smooth surface of the paper, creating thin lines that comprise the outline of his drawing. His eyes slowly switch between the notebook and the subject, carefully examining and then applying, repeating this process a number of times in an attempt to capture the scene with flawless accuracy.

He continues on for the remainder of the class. Jotting down all the little details with intention, his mind completely detached from the lecture. He was focused, dedicated to completing his render.

Eventually the end of the day approaches, their last class concludes, they bid their teacher farewell, and the class is dismissed.

Kyoya peeks at the portrait of Y/n he made for a final time before packing his belongings. He reaches for his school bag and grabs his notebook to shut it closed but then it’s unexpectedly pulled out of his hands.

Surprised, he looks to his right, looking up at the culprit and sees Tamaki.

“Tamaki. What are you-“ Kyoya starts, questioning him for his actions but is cut off.

“I didn’t know you could draw so we’ll…” Tamaki admires the drawing, voiced uncharacteristically hushed in his awe.

“Hey Y/n!” Before Kyoya could explain, Tamaki skips happily toward his other best friend on the other side of the room while flailing the notebook in the air.

At this point, Kyoya knew it was best to not interfere with the blonde’s antics, knowing he’ll just be putting himself in an even more troublesome spot if he showed any apprehensiveness toward the situation. Even so, he can’t help but feel flustered and irritated. He could do nothing now but stay silent, gauge her reaction, and come up with a logical explanation for his actions—as he himself couldn’t pin down what exactly compelled him to draw her.

“Y/n!!”

Y/n placed her pencil case back on her desk, turning to the voice that called out her name.

It was Tamaki of course. She grinned immediately as she saw him enthusiastically skipping his way over, waving a pocket-sized notebook over his head.

“Tamaki,” She fondly greeted him. She gives him a questioning look afterward, prompting him to say whatever he needed to.

“Look at this, is it just wonderful?” He handed the aforementioned notebook to her, helping her flip through the pages to find what exactly he wanted to show her.

“What is it, Tamaki?” She inquired while he frantically flipped through the pages.

“Hold on a second,” He scrunched his face in determination, “Ah! Here! Take a look.”

Y/n eyes fall onto her sketched portrait, lightly touching over the lines and examining the little details as her eyes widen, mouth opens, and cheeks flush in admiration.

Tamaki smiles at her reaction, throwing in a little complement at how cute he finds it.

“So, what do you think?” He beams and fixes his position, moving from her right side and stands behind her, propping his hands on her shoulder, leaning forward, and placing his chin on her head to get a good look at it too.

“It’s stunning, Tamaki… Did you make this?” She peers up, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

“Not me, Kyoya did!” Tamaki gives her a cheerful smile, letting her turn to Kyoya’s direction to call him over, only for them to see that the raven was already making his way over to them.

“Kyoya!” Tamaki jumps and brings his friend into a hearty embrace, earning an irritated glare and sigh of annoyance from him.

Tamaki backs away slightly and pouts and whines about his mon ami’s reaction.

Y/n looks up from the notebook and looks at Kyoya in a mix of confusion, surprise, and gratitude.

Trying his hardest to restrain the growing warmth traveling up his cheeks from the unexpected, positive reception of his work and initial embarrassment that came with it. Kyoya breaks the silence,

“I noticed you were sitting perfectly still for a while, and so I thought it would make a fine artwork.” Replying in a nonchalant manner, saying it as if he didn’t just indirectly compliment her.

“O-Oh..! Thank you, Ootori…” Y/n replies after a few awkward moments.

“It’s nothing to feel gratitude for, I was simply keeping myself occupied while the lecture went on.” He added cooly, pushing up his glasses trying to sound as convincing as he could.

He brings a hand up to take back his notebook wishing to make a quick escape but before he could reach it, but Y/n pulls it out of his reach. Startled by the sudden movement, he shoots her a questioning look.

“Wait!” She hesitates, “Is it alright if I take a picture of it? It’s masterful, I really like it.” She smiles sheepishly.

Even more baffled from her response, he says nothing for a few seconds, processing it all.

“Don’t bother, you can keep it…” He follows with a hushed voice.

She’s visibly taken aback by what he says but smiles at him nonetheless, joyfully thanking him as she proceeds to rip the page from the notebook, storing it between the pages of her own, and hands his notebook back.

“How generous of you, my friend!” Tamaki latches onto Kyoya again, throwing an arm around his shoulders and sways him from side to side.

“You don’t need to mention it,” He replies quietly, looking at the ground, lightly shoving Tamaki off of him and strolls out of the scene.

Y/n and Tamaki watch as he packs up and leaves, waving him goodbye as he exits the classroom, finally making his escape.

Unknown to the two, Kyoya was trying his best not to show the blush he knew was forming on his cheeks. He was nitpicking every word he exchanged with her just moments before, unbearably embarrassed and conflicted about his flusteredness, being equally confused about his own reaction.

He sighs to himself and shakes his head in exasperation, speed walking out of the building.

Back in the classroom, Tamaki and Y/n silently stared at the door he exited from.

“I never thought he would—“ Y/n started,

“Kyoya shows his care in his own way. He may not be the most expressive person in the world but he can be the most caring when he tries. Even if he doesn’t always outwardly show it.” Tamaki asserts, eyes still trained on the doorway where Kyoya left. Y/n surveys him, staying silent.

“This just proves that he does care about you, otherwise he wouldn’t spend his time working on that drawing of yours, would he? You have nothing to worry about my dear, just give him some time and he’ll open up to you eventually,” Tamaki smiles affectionately at her, patting her head and then her shoulders.

“Just have to be patient with him,” With that he leaves to retrieve his own things, waiting by the doorway to walk her out of class.

“You’re right…” Y/n huffs, as they stroll out the doorway.

“He’s quite difficult isn’t he, Tamaki.” She sighs, relaxing as she recalls Tamaki’s words.

‘It may not seem like much, but it’s a good start.’

She smiles and blushes ever so slightly at her thought, walking with a hop in her step as she and Tamaki leave the school building, content with the developments of the day.

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