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this is a kyoya ship song and in this essay i will--

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a pause in his typing, a sigh. oh, here we go... as he should've known: of course it wouldn't be so simple, that he'd be left to his own devices without a fight. the other was dramatic as always, and though it was dreadfully charming most of the time, it didn't make it any less annoying, either. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 'don't overdo it, ootori', tamaki states, which makes kyoya hum lightly in frustration. he guesses he should've seen that one coming. he's about to settle his hand over the trackpad, to try and punch in at least a few more numbers, however... 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ well, tamaki beats him to it, closing the laptop with an as-usual, over confident hand, it clicks shut. kyoya leans back in his chair a little, sighing. it would seem the blonde was quite serious about this. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ...well, i suppose that's true. " when the other mentions his father, he does relinquish on that, at least. his glasses are gently pushed up off his nose by two fingers, pinching the bridge. he was in thought, try -ing to think through this idea at least, unlike his best friend, most likely. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ its possible, different outcomes is why he raises a question, in fact-- " but, what is the host club without their 'king'? are you sure this is a good idea, leaving the rest to their own devices like this? " 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ (not that they wouldn't get into the fair share of shenanigans with tamaki there, but. he can't help but wince a little, imagin -ing the chaos that might ensue, particularly by the twins...) 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ he looks back up at tamaki, " and anyway, what do you have in mind for us to do? do you want to simply walk the campus, or...? " a pause, " i suppose a bit of fresh air, might do me some good... " (he can't believe he's even humoring this thought right now!) 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏

꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ Tamaki carefully regarded his best friend and fixed Kyoya with a confused but curious gaze.  His golden head cocked to the side as Kyoya returned to his work. “Wait!! Kyoya!” 

A startled shout erupted from the blond when understanding hit. “What do you mean you ‘may make the occasional appearance’?”  Long legs allowed the blond to close the short distance between him and the table where Kyoya sat. He placed his hands on the table and leaned over desperately trying to make Kyoya understand.  Mommy and daddy were a team. 

“You can’t stay holed up, back here, with your nose buried in—whatever this is,” Tamaki made a dramatic gesture at the laptop.  In truth, Tamaki worried about his best friend.  As it was, Tamaki felt Kyoya put too much pressure on himself. The blond understood this was who Kyoya was, and he allowed his friend to do what he felt he needed to do.  If staying up late studying and losing sleep over the host club budget was what he wanted, then fine.  But there were limits, and Tamaki wasn’t about to let Kyoya skip out on meaningful time spent with friends, to work on something that was ultimately irrelevant. 

If Kyoya refused to go to the fun, then Tamaki had no choice but to bring the fun to Kyoya.  A sly but charming smirk slipped across the blond’s handsome features. Two could play at this game: “Don’t overdo it, Ootori,” Tamaki mimicked his best friend and placed a hand on the back of Kyoya’s laptop. When he saw an opportunity to do it safely, he promptly closed the lid.

“You want me to come and fetch you if someone puts in a request? I don't think so, Kyoya, that’s your job.” Tamaki stood up to his full height and stroked his chin as he glanced down at his best friend, and his blue eyes twinkled with determination. “If you refuse to attend the host club today, then so do I!” It had been far too long since Kyoya and Tamaki had a moment to hang out together. Of course, this was all due to Tamaki’s skewed time-perception; they had just gotten together over the weekend, and in fact, Tamaki had stayed the night.

“Financial reports the school council is expecting—Kyoya, do you forget who my father is?” It wasn’t often Tamaki threw his power around, he held little interest in his father’s business, but sometimes it was useful when he wanted to get a point across. “The financial reports can wait.  Come and spend the day with me, please—mon ami?” He whimpered while batting his eyelashes. 

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kyoya hums in thought, glancing over the results with a quirked brow, " well, ignoring the apparent reasoning, as i believe that's just a joke-- it'd seem like our actual placements on said lists has been mixed up. " 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ (not that he personally believed in this sort of junk anyway, but. well, if it makes tamaki happy, then...) he sets a hand on his best friend's shoulder. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " it's alright, tamaki. i suppose we can simply switch stockings, this year. " 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

tagged by : @drinkitfrommymouthsuou .‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ tagging: you. <3 ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

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from coeurjardin!! // " hey, kyoya? " tamaki rests his chin on the palm of his hand, gazing at the other boy. " i just wanted to say thanks. for going along with my plans, even if they seem silly sometimes. " a bright smile curves his lips, lighting up his features. " it means a lot! i couldn't do any of this without you, you know -- and i wouldn't want to! "

@coeurjardin // random asks, always accepting!

" hmmmm? " kyoya hums quizzically, not glancing up from his ledger, even as the other sidled up next to him, with his usual sunshine expression. he's almost too bright to look at. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ still, he continues, " what do you need? " a phrase that came as easily as breathing, expecting another outlandish request, another silly idea. though, as much as the treasurer protests, would he of minded? not really. at least. when it came to tam -aki: he wouldn't do these things for just anyone, mind you. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ but, that's not what happens, instead what comes is a sudden, but genuine thank you, (everything tamaki did was genuine, smiles, laughs, thank-yous... he can't help but wish he could be that open, sometimes, free.) 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ he seems caught off guard by this, a subtle shift in his expression, eyes widening slightly. finally, there's a pause in his constant writing, he gives a 'hmpf!', as he smirks. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " now, what's gotten into you? are you alright? sick, perhaps? " he can't help but tease, as he snaps his notebook shut, tucking it under his arm. ‏‏‎ " ...in all seriousness, someone must be here to balance you out, or rather, keep you in line, and if that must be me? then, well. so be it. " 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ a thoughtful pause, plenty of unsaid things running through his head, (what an odd way to say, 'i love you'.)--before he simply shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. then, he gently hits the side of his fist against the top of tamaki's head. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " now, is that all? really, you act as if i didn't know this already. or, did you just feel like feeding my ego today? " still, a smile. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

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𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋: has a soft spot for cats, for both their cuteness and usual‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ independence, despite what he says, claiming to dislike most animals.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ he is that 'no, we can't get a cat' [ends up besties with the cat] meme.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑: though he'll say it's lavender roses if asked, it's actually orchids.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: clean linen smells, and perfume-y flowers. he just finds it comforting.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄: is not a big fan, but will drink it for the caffeine, often with a little milk and honey, to mask the bitter flavor. 𝐓𝐄𝐀: expensive and rare white/yellow teas, royal milk tea, etc. 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊:‎‏‏‎ ‎melon soda floats are a guilty pleasure of his, or any like, sugary sweet soda in general. he tries not to drink them often, but he does really like them, ok.‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄: spiced rum, red wines, etc etc.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃: really anything with a lot of spice, ebi no chiri-sōsu, kar‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -akarauo tsukemen, but also enjoys katsudon, yakitori, etc etc.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓: not a big sweets fan, but loves custard pudding/purin.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: tends to prefer layering, runs a little cold due to low blood pressure, so gotta bundle up! jackets, sweaters over button ups, etc etc.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: (canonly) left-handed.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: ‎very neat, and cursive.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄: neat, can't stand a mess, so he deep cleans his spaces often. keeps things very organized, gets a lil stressed when people move his stuff.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: ‎‏‏‎night, to help relieve the stress of the day(tm).‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: no, he feels the idea to be a bit childish.‎ ‏‏‎ still, he daydreams about things like that, sometimes. not that he'd ever admit it.‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ TAGGED BY: no one, i stole it. <3 ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ TAGGING: steal it from me! <3‏‏‎

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another silly/mini hc abt kyoya!--he likes making and collecting wax seals, and generally hand-writing letters. having different containers brightly colored melts, fancy gold wax-stamps, etc. he finds the process calming, and will often use them when keeping in touch with tamaki while traveling, pen-pal style.

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a silly thought i had, kyoya will go along with tamaki's plans, and other shenanigans, but he will do it with the straightest face imaginable. he takes it sooooo seriously, like. if they're gonna be doing dumb stuff, they might as well at least do it right, y'know? idk, it's cute, methinks.

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a silly, cutesy little headcanon, based off something i was talking about with @coeurjardinur, kyoya has a tamagotchi given to him by tamaki, who has a matching one, of course. kyoya carries the little guy everywhere, always tucked away within his uni -form's front pocket, and watches over it carefully, to make the other happy. the twins caught him playing with it one day before the club, and have never let him live it down, ever.

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continued from here! // @drinkitfrommymouthsuou

kyoya's hands are grasped gently, and he can't help but 'tsk' quietly, absentmindedly glancing elsewhere, " oh, don't overdo it now, suoh. " he teases, the slight curve of a smirk playing against angular features. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ the host will never grow used to how tactile the other was, despite the length of their friendship. not that it was unwelcomed, mind you, just surprising each time. as in the ootori household, such things weren't exactly common-place, he pauses, thinking on this fact for a moment. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ then, moment passed, he shakes his head, and lightly pulls his hands back from tamaki, and settles back in at the table with his laptop open. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ah, i may make the occasional appearance today, but i truly need to finish up these finance reports, the school counsel is expecting them. " kyoya hums, absentmindedly lacing his fingers together, stretching them, popping his knuckles, before beginning to type once more. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " do tell me if i'm requested, of course, but otherwise i'll be here. " a pause, a brief glance, " is that alright? " 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

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the two had happened to be walking together today after the host club wrapped up, ready to go home as sunset colors painted the otherwise empty school hallways. haruhi suddenly startles to a start, and kyoya peeks from over the top of his ledger, raising an brow at the outburst. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ he pauses before snapping the ledger shut in his grasp, and tuck -ing it under his arm, as he and the other host now stand stopped. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " too many horror films, i see... " he comments casually, " you know, i understand it's the season and what not, but. if horror affects you this much, perhaps it would be better to refrain? " 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " really, there's no reason to be afraid, as there's no possibly of danger here, what with the security and such. " he says, trying to be reassuring, in his own way, at least, trying to logic out her apparent fears. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ still, he can't resist. once they again begin walking, after haruhi seemingly calms at least a little, he sneaks his hand behind her. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ just out of sight, he lightly taps her on her shoulder opposite to him, quickly retracking his hand, before she could spin around. 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " ...hm? what is it now, haruhi? " (his expression attempts to remain neutral, fighting back a smirk.) 📖‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!"

she MAY have seen a few too many horror movies the past few days... and therefore was 50 shades of jumpy. "did you HEAR that? please tell me you heard that...." the creaking sound, was it all in her mind? haruhi, honest to god, had no idea.

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once renge's little obsession with him begins to eventually die down, they actually end up friends, tbh. they chat over tea a lot, and work together to help the club further itself. at some point, kyoya even decides to sit down and play the game she often raves about, uki doki memorial. he actually didn't hate it, and though he'll tell you otherwise, he still does play it occasionally.

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edits 1/? : kyoya ootori , face claim .

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thinking abt kyoya's little childhood friends from the manga, and the one-sided rivalry he has w/ one of them. it's so funny, because this guy is like, 'MY RIVAL' and kyoya's like. anyway...

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i've been working on stuff in the bg all day, so excuse my quietness, but! i've to offer you, a lil musings playlist + aesthetic pinboard, too.

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* headcanons ! --

kyoya was adopted at a young age, his biological family were forced to give him up because of their living conditions, and he was adopted by the ootori's, sort of as a unspoken charity case. this is one cause of ‏‏‎ his obsession of proving himself and worthy of being the family's heir. this is kept fairly quiet, not many people know this, not even tamaki.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

kyoya is like, weird friends with umehito nekozawa, finding his whole dark occult thing at least a little interesting. that and, he's heard the guy has dolls that curse people, and he's been temp -ted once or twice to use one, particularly on his adoptive dad.

we don't often see kyoya doing Actual Host Things so i have a little hc that he's the least popular host to be chosen/picked, only getting clients occasionally. he doesn't mind this however, preferring working in the background anyway, focused on keeping the club afloat in other ways.

random/mini hc, kyoya gets migraines/headaches a lot, because he's always really tense. he clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth when stressed, which is like, all the time, etc etc. he tries to power through them most of the time, until he literally can't because they've worsened. he's smart, but he's a dumbass, ok

he partly carries aspirin for his headaches, partly for if the other hosts need some. he also carries around bandaids and vending machine snacks for similar reasons, aka incase the others need them for w/e reason. so, as much as he complains, he takes his 'momfriend' role in the group quite seriously, in his own lil ways. kyoya is very fascinated and has a soft spot for all different types of sea animals. this is because one his first memories is going to an aquarium with his bio family for his 4th birthday. he doesn't remember them well rlly, but that's always stuck out in his mind.

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* with one kiss we could stop time, and i'd fall in love with you!

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